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{"id": "47c1c6c5-6869-4492-b909-19aaea550ad1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:08.398", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPe6CCwd6U6tncYi6bSSYLPXUBL3QBeLe6iDCvzkfLUyd", "txHash": "0xa78e2ba17312e53cd336dbb2a0034ee268454b7b56193ed96cbd1a40538b2573", "createdAtBlock": 15121650, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3914, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmc67UuRuQcC9Ggd5DNWU5v1WH5Ltp4EhPuhgdEPtuL3vW", "name": "Hex Mage Bathsheba of the Villa", "text": "*Bathsheba of the Villa* I always hated that name. Surely only a deluded celebrity would name his child *Bathsheba*!\n\nAdmit it, the first thing that entered your mind when you decided to test yourself against me was that I must be some stuck-up rich kid who only managed to get her Mage status because her daddy is on the Blue Wizard Council. What could she possibly have learnt in the Bastion, being whisked back to her sprawling villa on the shores of Dream Master Lake at the first sign of any inconvenience in her spoilt little existence?\n\nFair enough, Ill admit it, my father is on the Blue Wizard Council. And yes, we do have a family villa on the lake not that either of those facts are particularly significant either way. Well, Ill tell you one thing, in the world of magic, it *always* pays to be underestimated. You dont think I wear this purple velour luxury tracksuit because its the height of Mage fashion, do you? \n\nYou must be wondering where all of this is going. Well, Im going to let you in on a little secret, but before I do, keep in mind  wizard or not  that the last place you want to be is on the wrong side of a Hex Mage. Are you ready? \n\n*I am not from this world*.\nExcellent. Now that I have your attention, lets begin.\n\nFirst things first: my true name is not really Bathsheba, although that is the closest your human vocal cords will ever get to pronouncing it."}
{"id": "47c1c6c5-6869-4492-b909-19aaea550ad1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:08.398", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPe6CCwd6U6tncYi6bSSYLPXUBL3QBeLe6iDCvzkfLUyd", "txHash": "0xa78e2ba17312e53cd336dbb2a0034ee268454b7b56193ed96cbd1a40538b2573", "createdAtBlock": 15121650, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3914, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmc67UuRuQcC9Ggd5DNWU5v1WH5Ltp4EhPuhgdEPtuL3vW", "name": "Hex Mage Bathsheba of the Villa", "text": "Secondly, hes not my real father. If you have two brain cells to bang together, you may have already figured that out from the whole I am not from this world reveal. No, he was out questing (we all know what you wizards are like) on the outer reaches of the Infinity Veil  trying to take psychic readings with some or other new gadget they had just developed in the Bastions laboratories. Before he knew what was happening, he had accidentally pierced the Veil and was swept through, beard and all, into the Psychic Leap.\n\nAnd there I was: a majestic psychic entity thousands of years old, selected by the celestial consciousness to be sent to your realm to impart the knowledge of the cosmos trapped in a tiny helpless pink sack of meat, bones, and worryingly slippery internal organs, incapable of conveying even the simplest of concepts to another being. Now *that* is ironic.\n\nThe great @wizard3917, hero that he is, picked up this poor defenceless infant and brought her back to his villa, to raise her as his own. Never mind that he found me sitting in the middle of a glowing Mercury Rune clutching the Torch of Prometheus, a flame that is sustained by sparks of intellect gathered from across the cosmos; some people wouldnt recognise a cosmic sign if it yanked their long white beard and said Hey, insignificant mortal carbon-based being, Im a cosmic sign, can I please have some recognition?"}
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{"id": "47c1c6c5-6869-4492-b909-19aaea550ad1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:08.398", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPe6CCwd6U6tncYi6bSSYLPXUBL3QBeLe6iDCvzkfLUyd", "txHash": "0xa78e2ba17312e53cd336dbb2a0034ee268454b7b56193ed96cbd1a40538b2573", "createdAtBlock": 15121650, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3914, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmc67UuRuQcC9Ggd5DNWU5v1WH5Ltp4EhPuhgdEPtuL3vW", "name": "Hex Mage Bathsheba of the Villa", "text": "I havent been back to Blue Wizard Bastion since the day I left. I dont know if anyone there even cares. To my (rather extensive) knowledge, nobody has come looking for me. But none of that really bothers me. Haze and I have set out to explore this entire world, to bring more wizards into the fold for the battles to come. Youve no doubt heard the rumours, the whispered half-truths about me  thats why youre here. Maybe you think to put me in my place, maybe you have some vague inkling of the vast sea of knowledge out there beyond your current abilities. Or maybe you just want to do some good in the world. Whatever the case, my Mercury Rune has already been cast around you and soon enough it will reveal your deepest desires.\n\nAnd what if Haze and I judge you to be unworthy? Well, Im a psychic cosmic Hex Mage, and Im not particularly attached to sentimental ideas like the sanctity of human life.\n\nNow tell me, what makes you think *you* are worthy? I hope youre at your most convincing today\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
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{"id": "8b1a60f5-6a38-4312-a517-3505a96f3ee8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:07.797", "backgroundColor": "#91AE7C", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdbfvuzR8jW6zbPpEiBpvE48Q7PFe4gcEwdxzjhfjj3Ha", "txHash": "0xfa6f02445a56f719e2d0f6a2dfae334eab09f1c2c50b8bb118c7b93f5dba6dd4", "createdAtBlock": 13284947, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9323, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR5CYwK184m2mMXezWcmKUU9d6GzsAp3vtG2z4YKaKU67", "name": "Mystic Willow of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Mystic Willow of the Brambles\n\n \n\n## Begging of the Journey \n\nThe strange house suddenly appeared in the middle of a deep, deep forest where daylight rarely reached. Surrounded by plants with sharp thorns. The house was strangely well-kept, but somehow had an eerie atmosphere that dettered anyone from entering. Its window curtains were all uniformly closed, giving the impression that the person who dwelled within was a meticulous person.\n\n\nOne day, a strange bat found its way to the house. The bat had managed to get under its eaves, where no animals, let alone humans, would go for fear of the sharp thorns. Even though the thorns injured its body, it decided to rest there anyway. ITs breath became weak, as if it was in its final moments...but it didnt seem to mind. This had become the bats new home.\n\nAfter many days have passed, on an unusually moonlit night in the forest of thorns, the owner of the house cracked open a curtain and peered outside the window. She spoke as if she knew in advance that there was a bat under the eave. \n\n> \"Welcome to my forest. You are the first guest to come here. I don't know how long Ive been here, though.\" \n\nThe mysterious woman called out to the bat and invited it to enter through her window. Although the room was neat and tidy, the walls and even some of the furniture was covered in thorns. Just like the outside of the house."}
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{"id": "d95b69a8-7f4f-4cd4-bb95-a4673a59d4e9-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-04T23:59:16.085", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ5xJtGWrU4r5nZ2Cz8unG8aNJayGfVmnrNMzvZvosCPQ", "txHash": "0xe150efe1090e6cc03dfb9ac3e31c4fa8a242625c50375a72b54ecfb63dd3d798", "createdAtBlock": 15678191, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2644, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYgeqb9KgNL645sBNDbyK7BEZEp3nKHCYAyRKvBSg35d1", "name": "Alexander Dispatcher of Kobolds", "text": "# The Lore of Alexander Dispatcher of Kobolds \n\n---\n---\n\n\n\n He awoke to the smell of burning flesh, an uncomfortable heat surrounded him as heavy smoke poured into his lungs with every breath.\n\n\n *\"Those fucking Kobolds!\"* \n\n\nThe burning corpses of his comrades surrounded him. Their temporary camp lay ablaze at the edge of the forest.\n\n\n*\"I... will...avenge you\"* he murmurs as his consciousness slowly faded.\n\n\n A heavy hand grabs Alexander by the shoulder accompanied by the rattle of bones. \n\n*\"We've got a survivor! This must be one tough son of a bitch. Go get him some water and see to his wounds\"*"}
{"id": "fb201fd6-148f-4789-bb47-1c920f60ff8a-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-13T18:54:41.52", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX7rLi1SKmykW8eeDtwhzxG1aaFXoLiSSD1DgS1ut6ap4", "txHash": "0x3004e580d4021dffb8622612ba1db6954f5f63b1edb6be9686faccc310a5597d", "createdAtBlock": 15741111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 88, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Lamia of the Berg", "text": "Lamia had never been like the other hags. From an early age, she had had dreams of grandeur and a desire to chase magic far stronger than that of the standard hag coven. \n\nWhile this did put her at odds with most of her family (who thought her to be extremely narcissistic), it didnt keep Lamia from pursuing this path of power. By the time she had reached her teens, she had been the most accomplished spellcaster in her entire bloodline.\n\nAs she had felt little connection to her brethren, she had no reason to stay behind with this so-called coven of hers, and headed out into the Runiverse in search for power that she felt was destined to be hers.\n\nYears passed and Lamia scoured the Runiverse, learning every facet of any style of magic she could get her hands on before she finally settled in the cold northlands (often home to penguins and frozen tuna). Her home, a hidden cave tucked away in the ice, would only keep strangers at bay for so long, though.\n\nEventually, word of Lamias location spread, and soon all manner of folk would make the pilgrimage to visit the Ice Witch for any number of ailments and issues.\n\nLamia was pretty unhappy about being found out, but learned to rely on the offerings given by the pilgrims for her blessing, which ranged from dry goods to magical artifacts. The constant stream of pilgrims would also give her plenty of ripe sacrifices for the picking, most whod never be missed.\n\nThis did have quite the unintended effect, as the pilgrims she did help ended up being most successful in many of their endeavors, causing her fame to rise, even in corners of the map that shed never been!"}
{"id": "fb201fd6-148f-4789-bb47-1c920f60ff8a-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-13T18:54:41.52", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX7rLi1SKmykW8eeDtwhzxG1aaFXoLiSSD1DgS1ut6ap4", "txHash": "0x3004e580d4021dffb8622612ba1db6954f5f63b1edb6be9686faccc310a5597d", "createdAtBlock": 15741111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 88, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Lamia of the Berg", "text": "She grew bored, as many power hungry wizards do, and eventually started down the path of blood magic. Now, blood magic in and of itself had been banned from the Runiverse, but Lamia had forged a pact with an old godand wellyou cant really argue with the old gods can you?\n\n\nA wizard of her power can only hide under the radar for so long before even bigger and more powerful entities start to notice. And ooooh, did they notice her! \n\nOne strange evening, after Lamia had tended to her last blood sacrifice, she heard a knock on her door.\n\nUgh, I havent even finished cleaning up thi-what?? Lamia went to the door, absentmindedly wiping the blood from her hands onto her apron. When she opened the door, she expected another lost villager looking for food, or perhaps some lone pilgrim looking for a blessing.\n\nInstead, upon opening the door, all she found was a tiny little plague rat.\nWhat on earthhow did you knock? Lamia said, bewildered, as she bent down to scoop up the tiny rat.\n\nUpon further inspection, she noticed the rat had on a tiny collar, which contained a small note and an affixed tag that read Puggums.\n\nThe hag let out a curious grunt, as she pulled the letter free from the rats collar. Simple parchment, nothing too fancy, she thought to herself.\n\nLooking over the small note, she found a tiny purple wax seal, with an image too small for her to make out. She quickly popped it off and unrolled the parchment, reading it aloud.\n\nDearest Lamia, \n\n I hope this letter finds you well. You do not know me yet, but Im quite hoping you soon will."}
{"id": "fb201fd6-148f-4789-bb47-1c920f60ff8a-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-13T18:54:41.52", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX7rLi1SKmykW8eeDtwhzxG1aaFXoLiSSD1DgS1ut6ap4", "txHash": "0x3004e580d4021dffb8622612ba1db6954f5f63b1edb6be9686faccc310a5597d", "createdAtBlock": 15741111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 88, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Lamia of the Berg", "text": "I am a very interested benefactor who finds great importance in, well, the work that youre currently conducting in the North. Not many would dare breach the ethics of blood magic, but from what I can tell, you are one of the most talented, and it would be such a waste to not give you a platform.\n\nWhat I am building is a city of the greatest builders and thinkers. A place where the sky isnt even the limit for the type of scientific and magical progress we will make! \n\nNow, you might be asking yourself, how do you know about me and what I do? Well, Lamia, thats quite a simple question.\n\nIt is my job to know these things, and soI do. Please do not fret, however, your secrets are very safe with me. And as said earlier, it is of the utmost importance that you continue the work youre doing!\n\nNext, I must introduce you to your newest friend, Puggums. Hes a trained messenger rat, and hes yours, in exchange for humoring my letter. \n\nShould you wish to join us at the collective, simply cast a small glow spell on the rats collar, and hell know to bring you to me.\n\nI do so look forward to meeting you, my precious Lamia.\n\nThe letter is signed, in what looks to be blood. Though no written name is present, a small triangle with an eye has been smudged along the bottom.\n\n\n\nLamias mind raced with excitement and anxiety. How did some random stranger even know who she was, let alone, where she was and what she was doing??\n\nIt could be useful to have a powerful benefactor, especially one that promises safety. But there must be some catch. If there had been any one singular thing Lamia learned throughout her pursuit of power, it was that theres always a catch.\n\nThe question would be, was it a price she was willing to pay?"}
{"id": "fb201fd6-148f-4789-bb47-1c920f60ff8a-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-13T18:54:41.52", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX7rLi1SKmykW8eeDtwhzxG1aaFXoLiSSD1DgS1ut6ap4", "txHash": "0x3004e580d4021dffb8622612ba1db6954f5f63b1edb6be9686faccc310a5597d", "createdAtBlock": 15741111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 88, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Lamia of the Berg", "text": "The question would be, was it a price she was willing to pay?\n\n\n\n\n\nLamia had let the notes contents sit with her for the next few days while she ruminated on all the different things that had come to light. \n\nFor better or worse, she decided it was probably time to stop sacrificing the pilgrims, at least for a little while. If this stranger happened upon what she was doing, then its likely others would too.\n\nNow, no self-respecting, narcissistic, power hungry wizard would say no to someone basically handing them power, but of course she couldnt seem that eager either.\n\nLamia would spend 5 days and 5 nights hemming and hawwing, wondering if it was finally time to leave the cold north. Would she be able to handle living in a city, around other people? People she couldnt kill, eat, curse, etc?\n\nUgh, it would be hard. But, absolutely worth it, for the chance to exceed boundaries not only in blood magic, but also in the eldritch darkness shes learned to control.\n\nOn the evening of the fifth night, she finally made up her mind. Standing up from her small chair by the fire, Lamia scooped up the little rat, a small packed bag, and her trusty stick, and headed outside, not looking back to the hut where she had spent so much time.\n\nIt was snowing rather hard, but this was no concern to our wizard. A quick flick of the wrist, and Puggums collar lit right up with a blue light that cut right through the storm.\n\nThe little rat squealed in approval, hopped down, and sped off to the south, leaving behind him a bright blue path of light that only the hag could see.\n\nShe was off to finally obtain real power, and she could not wait."}
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{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "#  WELCOME TO ACE TOWN \n\n\n____________\n## The Quest Begins\nI awoke to the sound or cries of Summer morning cicadas outside my window. Although I felt sluggish and wanted to sleep in, I knew that if I didnt get out of bed now Id get back to resting for another few hours. Before I could have a chance to convince myself that Id just need \"five more minutes\", I hopped out of the bed and stretched out my muscles to get my blood flowing. I glanced around the room - there wasnt much in it aside from my bed, a hanging wall clock, a CRT television atop a stand, and a coffee table with a single green GameBoy Color resting  alongside a brown suede-like backpack on top of it. A black cauldron bubbled softly over the low flame in my fireplace at the far corner of the room. There wasnt much to it, but I found comfort in its minimalistic and tidy home.\n\nFeeling a bit more awake, I got closer to my clock to check the time. 7:55, a bit earlier than I expected to wake up. Maybe I should reconsider giving myself 5 more minutes to even things out at a clean looking 8:00. Ignoring the temptation, I made my way to the kettle to see what had been brewing overnight. Mushroom Soup. Looks delicious. I'd love to eat this with some Bread.\n\nI took another glance around the room. No cabinets in sight, huh? Im not sure why I was so surprised at that. Maybe I have some leftover bread in my bag. I returned to the center of the room. Of course the backpack was crafted from mushroom leather so although it looked like suede it had a slightly more plush feel to it, and a woodsy fragrance. I lifted the flap off the backpack and peered inside."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "____________\n```\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x4\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nMEDIUM FISH  x2\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________\n\n\n\nHmm, no Bread? The Apple may be good for later, but Id really like something to dunk into my soup. I dug into the small coin pouch on my hip. 3000g. That should be more than enough for a loaf. I pulled my Town Map from the bag. Though I of course knew where the market was, it felt somewhat calming to confirm how close it was on the map. I equipped my backpack, spun on my heel, and walked towards the exit. But mid-spin I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of a small green tail quickly crawling under my bed. I cautiously approached to confirm, but there was nothing underneath. With a shrug, I turned once again and departed on my quest for Bread.\n\nThe town was covered in lush green grass and bright blue flowers, with vibrant pink brick pathways to walk along. It was indeed just as small as the map had made it out to be, with only 4 other houses aside from my own and a market in its center. Although every house looked the same, mine was the only one with a garden next to it. I do prefer to grow my own vegetables whenever I can, its rewarding to successfully grow a large yield all by yourself.\n\nThe path leading to the north should get me to the market in no time. On the way there I came across a neighboring villager, and was compelled to start small talk with him.\n\n> Isnt this town the best? Theres never a dull moment. Did you get to check out the market yet? You can find some really good deals there!"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Indeed, I was just on my way to the market so havent yet seen todays deals. I mentioned I was on my way there and thanked him for his suggestion to look out for any sales. It wasnt long at all before I actually found myself in front of the store. A large sign roughly the same height as me stood out from the ground in front of it. \n\n____________\n> TOWN SHOP\n____________\n\nDid they really need such a large sign for just that? I guess I had never really considered how much it stood out. Maybe I should have really given myself another 5 minutes in bed to shake off some of this brain fog. As I opened the door to the shop I was greeted with a welcoming little jingle. *~Ding dong ding dong~* the joyful sounding melody rang as the doors opened.\n\nThe market was a lot smaller than it looked from the outside, with only 3 rows of shelves and a cooler towards the back. Nonetheless, I walked to the shop owners counter and asked if he had any good sales today.\n\n> Youre in the right place my friend! Ive got nothing but the best deals in town!\n\nI wanted to say that considering this is the only shop in town I think thats a given, but I politely smiled back and asked for his current inventory.\n\n____________\n```\nBROCCOLI SEEDS 100g\nAPPLE 50g\nFIZZY SODA 20g\nMEALWORMS 10g\nSKUNKY MUSHROOM 420g\nFROZEN TUNA 50000g\n```\n____________\n\nNot a very large selection. What are all of the shelves in this store even for? I inquired if he knew where I could get any Bread.\n\n> If its Bread youre looking for, your best bet is to visit Sam. He lives just west of here!"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "I pulled out the Town Map from my bag and confirmed. There was really only one house west of here so there would be no mistaking it. Although I was a bit disappointed I couldnt get my Bread now, I still thanked the shopkeeper for his help and politely left the store in search of Sam. \n____________\n## Inventory Management\nLike every other house in this town, Sams looked exactly like mine from the outside. Just like the market, he had an equally large sign planted in front of his house.\n____________\n>SAMS HOUSE\n____________\nWell if anything, I cant imagine the postal service ever getting lost in this town. As I knocked on the front door, it swung wide open without any resistance. A young man with a chefs hat stood in the center of the room. Not only was the outside of his house the same as mine, but even the layout inside looked starkly similar. Minimalistic design is popular I see. At least he didnt also have a GameBoy on his table like I did. He looked at me with welcoming eyes, so I made my way in and greeted him.\n\n> Ah, youd like some Bread? If you give me 5 Broccoli Seeds, Ill give you my freshest loaf!\n\nAh, 5 seeds? I checked my bag again. Only 4 in here. But Broccoli Seeds were 100g at the shop, so I would be willing to give him 4 seeds and 200g on top of it so he could get some extra seeds himself instead.\n\n> Have you gotten 5 Broccoli Seeds? Ill be waiting here until you get them!"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-4", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "> Have you gotten 5 Broccoli Seeds? Ill be waiting here until you get them!\n\nNot one for bartering, huh? The shop isnt far at all so its not a huge deal. As I made my way outside I felt like I was being watched. I turned towards the edge of the town. A thick forest of uniform looking trees bordered around it. A small green snake peered at me from afar before about-facing and retreating into the trees. For some reason, the sight of him made me feel a little less annoyed at my failed attempt at a trade. \n\nI made my quick trip to the market and back, now with 5 total Broccoli Seeds in my bag. Sam had not moved at all since I left, he had been staring at his door the entire time in the middle of his room. I glanced at the wall clock in his room. 9:55. Had I really spent two whole hours just getting this loaf of Bread? I dont think I was ever good at keeping track of time, but it felt like I had wasted too much on this endeavor. I made a mental note that Id never want to do something as tedious as this again for a loaf of Bread. If I could redo this morning, I wish I could just skip to this moment. With all of this, Id finally have a fresh loaf of Bread to eat together with my Mushroom Soup. As I readied the Broccoli Seeds to give to Sam, he stopped me with a concerned expression.\n\n> Whoa there, Id love to give you this Bread but it looks like your bag is full! Come back when youve made some room."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-5", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Huh? Well I guess now that I thought about it, I am carrying a lot of stuff with me but I didnt even consider that my bag would be too full for the Bread. I took another look in my bag and realized it was too deep to even see how much space was left in it. I knew what I had in it but couldnt really see everything individually. It just inherently felt like I recognized what I was holding. I dug in and pulled out a Medium Fish. Ive been walking around all morning with this in my bag, do I even trust it to be fresh anymore? Actually it has been in my bag since before this morning so I definitely dont feel comfortable eating this. There are two of them here so getting them out the way should make enough room. I asked Sam if there was a trash can nearby so I could toss it. He shook his head.\n\n> Theres no trash in this town, you can just drop that outside if you need to make some room!"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-6", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Drop them outside? I thought for a moment about the snake who retreated into the forest. I suppose even if I wouldnt want to eat them, there are certainly creatures out there that would be more than happy to take these fish off my hands. No sense in wasting them if theyre edible, I guess. I placed the fish at the top of my bag so I didnt have to dig deep inside for them, and left Sams house and walked directly to the nearby forest. For some reason I felt like I shouldnt enter the forest, so I simply stood 1 step in front of it. I hesitated for a moment and looked back, did he really mean I should just toss this outside? I was probably overthinking things, the fish would be taken care of by whatever wildlife stumbled on them. Perhaps that snake from earlier is still around, I'm sure he'd love these. I turned back to the forest and tossed the fish in as far as I could, and watched as they vanished into the tall vegetation. I looked again in my bag, it should have enough space now that I got that fish out of there.\n\n____________\n\n```\n x0\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-7", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "That sounds about right. Tossing that fish made my bag have 0 Medium Fish, right? Since I no longer had it? But why did that stand out to me, as if there was still something in there with the absence of that fish? Ugh, I really should have just slept in this morning, Ill probably get rid of this unnerving feeling when I finally get some food in my stomach. I returned to Sams house and finally, he accepted my Broccoli Seeds in exchange for a loaf of Bread. I checked the clock on the wall again - 10:15. Ugh, really? I placed it at the top of my bag, thanked Sam, and left his house. Before I could make my way home, I should really make sure this Bread isnt getting squashed in there. It'd be a shame if after all of this I ruined the loaf. I opened my bag once more to check its contents.\n\n____________\n\n```\nBREAD x1\n?-E x0\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-8", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "...\nA shiver ran down my spine. Something was telling me not to think more about it, but curiosity took the best of me. I put my hand into the bag and felt around beneath the Bread. There was something...*nothing*, but *something* at the same time. I couldnt feel its shape but something was there. I grabbed it - as I did, I was blinded by a bright flash. When my vision returned, the lush green grass and trees around me were now an oddly purple hue. The once pink cobblestone path beneath my feet was now bright blue. Im losing my mind, whats going on here? I shouldnt pull this out of my bag, I should just head home, eat my soup, and get some more rest. Although I thought this, my hand didnt stop. I slowly pulled *something* above the loaf of Bread and a deafening high pitched screech of static reverberated throughout my eardrums an-\n\n...\n____________\n## Reload\n\n\nI peered at the wall clock in his room. 9:55. Had I really spent two whole hours just getting this loaf of Bread? I dont think I was ever good at keeping track of time, but it felt like I had wasted too much time on this. I made a mental note that Id never want to do something as tedious like this again for a loaf of Bread. If I could redo this morning, I wish I could just skip to this moment. With all of this, Id finally have a fresh loaf of Bread to eat together with my mushroom soup. As I readied the Broccoli Seeds to give to Sam, he stopped me with a concerned expression.\n\n> Whoa there, Id love to give you this Bread but it looks like your bag is full! Come back when youve made some room."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-9", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "As I heard those words, a knot formed in my throat along with the unmistakable feeling of dejavu. No, it wasnt just in my head, I definitely heard this before. I remember being confused about my bag. I remember it was later than 9:55. I checked my bag...\n\n____________\n\n```\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nMEDIUM FISH  x2\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________\n\n\nWhat was wrong with it? This seemed fine, but I knew it wasnt. These fish are taking up too much space. Theres something wrong with them. Ill have to throw them out if I want to make room for my Bread. Without a second thought I walked to the forest bordering the town, two steps in front of it. As I looked deeper in, I could see a familiar sight - a green snake with wide white eyes peering at me from afar. Although I felt uneasy, the sight of him once again made me feel I wasnt in the wrong, I wasnt going crazy, I should listen to my gut feeling and get to the bottom of whats going on. I turned back to the town once more. The vibrant green grass shuffled rhythmically in the wind, the pink cobblestoned pathways providing a strong contrast. I turned back to the forest, the snake was no longer there. I took the two Medium Fish out of my bag and placed them on the ground beneath my feet, just in front of the forest. When I looked back down, to my surprise, they were nowhere to be found. I checked my bag once again."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-10", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "____________\n```\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________\n\n\nThat sounds right. Right? I was slightly disappointed. Was I expecting something else? I tried to recall a memory, A memory of something that should have never happened. I want to try that again, what did I do differently this time? I wish I could go bac-\n\n...\n\nI peered at the wall clock in his room. 9:55. Im in Sams house again. I once again have the Medium Fish in my bag. I was sure of it this time, Ive been here before, Ive done this before. I've somehow been brought back here again. I thought back to what I was doing before this. Before this? Or after this? It was hard to grasp where and when I was, but perhaps that wasnt even important. I need to make room in my bag if I want to get Bread, but that didnt seem to be the most important thing for me to consider right now. If I want to get to the bottom of this, I need to first put the fish on the top of my bag. It was right below my Bread, whatever it was. I didnt want to take any chances, so I tried my best to follow the exact steps I did before. I tried handing the Broccoli Seeds to Sam.\n\n> Whoa there, Id love to give you this Bread but it looks like your bag is full! Come back when youve made some room."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-11", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Of course, thanks for letting me know Sam. I moved the two Medium Fish to the top of my bag for easy access. I found myself again one step in front of the bordering forest. I looked back to the town, and then into the forest, and tossed the two Medium Fish into the darkness. I checked my bag...\n\n____________\n```\n x0\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________\n\nThat was right. No, it was *wrong*, but it was the right type of wrong. I needed to talk to Sam and move the Medium Fish to the top of my bag before tossing them. I had  to throw them into the forest, one step in front of it. It was very specific, but only in doing those actions in that order could this occur. For some reason I felt as if I could sense the different outcomes that would occur if I performed similar steps. This isnt over yet though, theres still something missing. I made my way back to Sams house and exchanged the 5 Broccoli Seeds for a loaf of Bread. I placed it on the top of my bag and checked the clock on the wall. 10:55, that felt correct to me. I quickly left Sams house and checked the contents of my bag.\n\n____________\n```\nBREAD x1\n?-E x0\nAPPLE x1\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-12", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Bingo. With this in mind, I made a mental note. I know how to make this happen again, I dont need to start in Sams house again if I make a mistake. This is what Im looking for. This time I wont pull that out of my bag. I reached inside and grabbed it. A bright flash blinded me momentarily, and the colors of the entire landscape had shifted into purple and blue hues. Instead of pulling it out the bag, I stuffed it down below the Apple. Going any further than just touching it will probably ruin everything, this is more than enough. I checked my bag again\n\n____________\n```\nBREAD x1\nDEVON x\nAPPLE x1\n xTOWN\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________\n\nIt was different, but still the same. I couldnt even recognize what it was anymore, or how many of it I even had. Its quantity had been replaced by something else. Even though I moved it under my Apple, something else took its place. **Devon**. What was that? It felt so familiar, but foreign. I tried to think of what else could have changed aside from the colors around me. I checked my coin pouch: 999999g. I started with 3000g this morning but bought some Broccoli Seeds, I should have 2900g. Im rich? Is this real? I traveled back to the market once more to see if the keeper would let me buy anything. I stared at the sign in front of his shop.\n\n____________\n```"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-13", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "____________\n```\n                                                            \n\n\n\n\nERR09\n```\n____________\nThat string trailed off the signboard itself. Although the sign was now empty, the writing was in the same style as it used to be. That ERR09 was just...floating...well below where it should be. In thin air. I ignored and entered the shop. What can I buy?\n\n____________\n```\nBROCCOLI SEEDS 100g\nAPPLE SEEDS 50g\nFIZZY SODA 20g\nMEALWORMS 10g\nSKUNKY MUSHROOM 420g\nFROZEN TUNA 50000g\n```\n____________\n\nI had enough money to buy whatever I wanted, but I should probably fill my bag up with as much as possible to see where that leads me. Can I fit 99999 Mealworms in my bag? I placed all my gold on the table and inquired.\n\n> Sorry young lady, I can only sell you 255 Mealworms at a time.\n\nAt a time? What does that mean? Is that all he has in stock? Fine, I'll take 255 Mealworms.\n\n> 255 Mealworms coming right up! Here you go, little missy!\n\nI placed them in my bag above everything else. They fit? Can I have 1 more Mealworms?\n\n> 1 Mealworms coming right up! Here you go, little missy!\n\nI put them into my bag and checked inside.\n\n____________\n```\nMEALWORMS x1\nMEALWORMS x255\nBREAD x1\nDEVON x\nAPPLE x1\n xTOWN\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\n```\n____________"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-14", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "How did this all fit in there? I pushed my hand down into my bag and it now felt endless. I definitely shouldnt be able to push my hand this far in, but I couldnt reach an end no matter if I stuffed my whole arm in. The shopkeeper looked concerned.\n\n> Is something the matter? Youre acting a bit strange right now. Im not going to complain but the last time someone ordered this many Mealworms, they dug into their bag just like you and went mad.\n\nI sure feel Im heading in that direction. What even is reality at this point? Why was I so comfortable with this even knowing it defies logic? Something was wrong. ***Everything was wrong.*** But I had to keep breaking it. This town was real, and Ive lived in it my whole life, but when did that start? Did I start existing when I awoke this morning? Wait, did I actually just start existing this very second? Hes right, I am going mad. What happened to the last person who acted this way?\n\n> They just acted kinda strange. Like pacin' around in funky ways, dropping all their things on the ground, saying they were seeing things that werent there. Then they yelled about something called the Death Cloud coming closer. Everyone tried helping, but it was as if they couldnt see us anymore. Then one day they just...disappeared. Nobody could find 'em.\n\nDespite his warnings, I kept digging my hand into my bag, below my Town Map. Deeper, further...there was nothing there but I could keep going. I closed my hand to see if I could grab hold of anything, despite it diving into empty space. As I thought...something."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-15", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "____________\n```\nMEALWORMS x1\nMEALWORMS x255\nBREAD x1\nDEVON x\nAPPLE x1\n xTOWN\nBROCCOLI SEEDS x5\nFISHING ROD x1\nFARM MULCH x6\nTOWN MAP x1\nx0\nx0\nx0\nx\nHORACE x\n```\n____________\n\n> Hey uh, you SSDEOVON&wtDFB8QUANTUMSHADOW\n\n> -S  kFUYUMI    ]  >\n\nThe shopkeeper spoke. His voice reached my ears but upon grabbing this they became a shape I couldnt understand. Perfectly square shaped holes materialized instantly on the walls and shelves around me, seemingly leading into empty darkness. Parts of the shelves around me had been replaced with other objects. Not just the items on the shelves, but the actual shelves themselves. Parts of the cash register were seemingly embedded into one corner of a shelf. The corner of a persons face replaced one of the tiles on the floor, but it seemed to be an inanimate object despite clearly being a partial face. The shopkeeper continued talking, but making sense of his words were futile...so I left the shop to see what the outside had in store for me.\n____________\n## Corruption"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-16", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "As soon as I left the shop, I was greeted by a town that was familiar, and yet entirely alien to me. Blocks of text and numbers replaced buildings in the town, patches of water were simply floating where signboards used to be. The floating clouds above were replaced with zeroes and nines. The subtle sound of static white noise reverberated from somewhere in the distance, but I couldnt even discern which direction it was coming from. All the colors in the town had been inverted into unnatural hues, including the sky itself. The floor below me was no longer a uniform and coherent field of grass and brick pathways, but now a chaotic patchwork of various items and partial structures, all perfect squares, mended together in an unnatural fashion. Ah, this is what I was looking for, surely.\n\nI created this outcome, I willed it to reality. That is, if this can even still be considered reality at all. I summoned this through a specific sequence of events, in a particular order. I guess to any outside observer, it could only have been described as a ritual to perform a magic spell. Anyone not understanding what I was doing must have thought me to be mad, and perhaps in a sense they were correct. Through trial and error, I learned more and more how to destroy this world; and I intuitively knew what I was getting myself into...yet I longed to see how far I could twist and corrupt this existence."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-17", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "As I walked around the distorted town I was prevented from moving forward despite no visible obstacle in my way. It was hard to even navigate, because seemingly invisible walls blocked my path every few steps. As interesting as this new world was, I had no way of fully exploring it. At some point white attempting to navigate this space, I was frozen by something. It wasn't an invisible wall blocking me this time, but every muscle in my body refused to move. My thoughts went entirely silent. The mind is always filled with constant chatter even when calmed, but this was complete and utter silence. Until that emptiness was broken with a single thought:\n\n\n\n> Youve encountered @soul3805.\n\n\n\nI didnt even know what that meant, there was no way that thought actually manifested on my own volition. I regained control of my body and mind, but had no clue what happened."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-18", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "I glanced around this now malformed town, that only just barely resembled what it used to, and in the distance I noticed looked to be a @soul6433 approaching slowly. Well, it moved forward as if it was a cloud, but it seemingly engulfed everything into it like a black hole. In the center of that darkness, there were two figures. Two fully cohesive and well defined figures in a world of malformed mashups of various objects. One seemed to be the shape of a man, but his entire body was as white as an eggshell. In his hand, an empty mug which he could not hold steady. His large hollowed eyes and wide agape mouth made it seem as if he was petrified, and yet he moved forward slowly at a steady pace, silently. Beside him, the skeleton of a canine, still walking forward with him as if it was alive. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure if the man himself was alive either. It didn't take long for me to understand what he was. After all, his arrival was already announced to me just moments ago. Its Horace, and behind him must be the Death Cloud."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-19", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "As the two paced forward, the looming darkness followed directly behind them. Despite everything in this town now existing as incoherent blocks of random things unnaturally merged together, any object he walked past seemed to erratically change form. What seemed to be half of a bike and half a tree began flashing into various other objects as Horace drew near it; until eventually the erratic shapeshifting converted it into 1s and 0s, which were promptly ripped bit by bit and sucked into that foreboding darkness that followed him. I couldnt move, I could only stare at the horrified look on his face and wonder if I perhaps had was also wearing an expression of pure terror as he was. But I couldnt move...the invisible walls that once stopped me from moving forward seemed to have entirely boxed me in and immobilized me. I dont know what will become of me if Horace gets closer, but I had no choice but to simply watch as he did. I could not tell whether or not he was even the perpetrator of the destruction that lay in his wake, or a prisoner to it. Regardless, it seems as if I too will be annihilated by the horrifying Death Cloud that approached.\n\nBut as that thought crossed my mind, right when the last ounce of hope had been put to rest and I accepted my fate, I felt a tug on my sleeve. It allowed me to avert my gaze from Horace, and pull me out of my frozen state. A green snake slithered slowly up my arm and stared deeply into my eyes. A sense of relief poured over me. I had seen this snake before, his familiar sight was a reminder of what this town used to be. When he knew he had my attention, his forked tongue flicked in the air, and I heard his voice from within my head.\n\n> Do you want me to help pull you out now?"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-20", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "> Do you want me to help pull you out now?\n\nI dont know what he was implying, but my head nodded automatically in response before I could even attempt to process it. I could hear a high pitched electronic buzz growing closer, but I dare not look away from the snake. \n\n> You arent from this town. You arent even from this reality. You can escape if you can recall where you are really from.\n\nI took a moment to ponder on the snakes words. I tried to think back, as far as I could, deep into my memory. He was right, I had always felt as if this world didnt quite feel like home. It almost felt as if my entire existence, along with all my memories of the life before, were simply formed the moment I awoke this morning. At some point I even humored the thought that this entire existence was simply one formed randomly by entropy bringing a small pocket of matter within the universe into just the right formation to create what I perceive to be reality...and perhaps Horace and the Death Cloud were simply what I personified as the natural dismantling of that miracle; returning what I considered to be me back into the disorderly swarm of particles I had always been before."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-21", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "But I knew if I continued that line of thinking, it was Game Over. If I didnt face my epistemological crisis head on, I would ultimately meet my demise here and now. So I thought harder. I felt as if I couldnt think of one single reality Ive experienced other than this, but rather a myriad of different ones. I had been in many worlds, I had experienced many things, and I was unable to pinpoint which universe was one I could call my own. I resonated with a reality in which I tamed small creatures and traveled across the world on adventure. Then shortly after, I felt connected to a world where humanoid cephalopods dominated the land. So many contradictory lives, and yet I felt as if I had lived all of them. It was impossible to tell which one was my own. It was as if I was trapped in an infinitely large library, with bookshelves spanning far and wide, and I was told to find one single book without any clues as to what I was even looking for. \n\n\nIn my peripheral vision, I could see the object that was once the town market begin to flicker. The garbled shapes that made it up began frantically flashing into other objects, letters, numbers..ah, the Death Cloud draws near. Was I too late? Was there even an actual way out of this, or did I simply hallucinate in my final moments to cope with this finale?"}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-22", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and ignored my surroundings for a moment. I thought harder, there must be a hint somewhere. I could feel the snake tightening his grip around my arm, but it didnt feel aggressive at all. No, if anything, it felt more like an embrace. Like one you would give to a close friend going through something difficult. He cared about me, he was trying to help me. Ah, thats right, whenever Im lost I know I can count on him to help me find my way. In every reality I know of, I share the same single point of meeting him before the tree trunk of my realities splinter off into separate branches.\n\nThe terrifying screeching became louder. I did not know if this sound was coming from Horace, or the Death Cloud itself, but it was obvious my time was running out. And yet I was past the point of fear, because everything was coming back to me and a sense of relief. I recalled a reality in which I faced a similar problem, and was led out a labyrinth of despair by a single green thread rotating in a white room.\n\n> Do you know who I am?\n\nThe snake asked. Of course the moment he did, his name had immediately clicked in my head. Although I thought I didnt know him at first, somewhere deep inside I had never forgotten him. I want to experience all that I can, and as a result I know Ill get lost, but in the end he always serves as the one constant beacon to help me confirm who I really am.I closed my eyes and responded calmly.\n\n> Of course I know who you are, Spinor.\n\nAnd then..silence. The screeching had stopped, I felt weightless, and behind my closed eyelids I embraced the darkness. \n\n\n____________________ \n\n\n## Game Over"}
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{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-24", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "> Well, did you find anything interesting?\n\nSpinor continued, knowing itd be a moment before I was fully anchored down to earth. I thought back to what I had just gone through. The once peaceful town that up until what seemed like mere minutes ago was my home was no longer a place I could ever return to. Even if I had figured out how to revisit previous worlds, Im unsure if that universe would ever be the same. \n\nIf there was something I wanted to bring back from that world, what would it be? I immediately thought of the minimalistic house I started in. Aside from the kettle of mushroom soup, it was almost entirely opposite of this messy room. It wouldnt be hard to remember all everything there. Although I was lost in thought, my eyes were still fixated on the green mushrooms on the table in front of me. Ah, thats right, there was a green device on the table of that room. What did I call it? ...GameBoy? I had never heard of that word in my entire life, and yet it felt like such a natural everyday device there. If there was anything that stood out, it was that.\n\n> The small green device that was on that table. Could you fetch it for me, Spinor?\n\nAnd with that, a small round colorful portal appeared next to him. He slithered into it, and before his tail had fully entered the portal, another one near my lap opened up; where he slithered out of head first, holding the green GameBoy in his mouth. Well, although they looked like portals to me they were more like projections that I couldnt go through even if I wanted to. Spinor had described it before as something akin to crawling into the pocket universes that bride realities, but I still dont fully understand what they really were."}
{"id": "692ef556-2e77-44d7-aba5-9e71d2fb04fc-25", "createdAt": "2022-10-05T08:01:39.855", "backgroundColor": "#1e0f3b", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQtJT5bYy8jRYwvei1f3UeVM8b4Jw7dpESnYXUP2fTxMh", "txHash": "0x92413fe87ca446bfb2c3adb65ad396fe3176fe476806b98875b31226fa2d8e8b", "createdAtBlock": 15680578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6001, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeaTt9yRWWZYz2dwitgxHW6bViVHAfDhCPQtVMDphprX2", "name": "Magus Devon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "I grabbed the GameBoy from his mouth and stared at my own reflection on its screen. I had never seen something quite like it before, and Im sure a game from another world could go for a pretty high price. But the more I stared at it, the more I remembered the world that it originated from.\n\n> Hey Spinor, what did you see when you went there?\n\n____________________\n\n> Sorry if its disappointing, but I  dont quite see anything when I slip between worlds. You tell me what to get, and  I know how to get it. I can only observe realities when you yourself are observing them as well. In fact I cant even view this world when you arent here either.\n____________________\n\n> ...Did I just destroy that world? Or did it all happen in my head? Actually, what difference did it make if the townspeople were unaffected and simply saw me become mad in the first place? In the end, the world was effectively destroyed from my perspective anyway.  And yet it felt so fun and satisfying to do.\n\nSpinors tongue flicked through the air, and for a moment there was a pause for silence. His large white eyes not breaking their gaze from mine. Sensing my anxiety boil up, he broke my negative spiral.\n\n> You're thinking too hard about it. You were only playing a game.\n\nHe responded, matter of factly. I stared down at the GameBoy in my hand that he had retrieved for me. I intended to put this for sale within my shop, but I somehow felt an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia the more I looked at it. Although this object had never existed within this reality, and although I had never truly held this in my hands before, I felt overwhelming attachment to it.\n\n> Funny how you can feel nostalgic for a memory that never truly happened. Perhaps Ill hold onto this a bit longer before I list it for sale.\n\n\n____________________"}
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{"id": "f17e2074-823f-463f-b19b-1b71cdebf24b-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-14T07:39:41.594", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNxSYjeZS8u6dXz7WsRTAvh5MZhfTDzVJtLmWnxYa8dfb", "txHash": "0x502434a45763e5440b4cac84cba241f32e5561a19cdef5208b2a77eb500bb536", "createdAtBlock": 15744914, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3572, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Dillon Poker of the Mountain", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nI was born from the dragon. I grew up among monkeys from hell.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "51c9cfe9-e1ed-479f-93bf-99bcc0eae182-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-14T18:04:03.425", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdvQygdqNcLFXLZ1i9LX1A8n4DwDGXsZN5CL2n236MXH9", "txHash": "0x9971e1e3ed995b0b4993f7fb36efcc201852a5327d30ab03aee45b08f40a8f9b", "createdAtBlock": 15748017, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13336, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Brock Hero of the Berg", "text": "# The Origin of an Ally (Part I)\n\nThe moonlight was shining onto the jungle providing just enough light to see a few feet afar, but not enough to unveil all the secrets of the night. Brock was walking on a muddy, narrow path, surrounded by tall trees and the occasional bird shriek standing out from the constant insect buzz. The air was hot and humid. \n\nBrock, a tall sturdy individual with broad shoulders and strong muscles, was out hunting. In his right hand he was proudly holding is bamboo pole, the traditional weapon of his tribe, the Berg. Those bamboo weapons were gifts from the Wizards; they came from the strongest bamboo you could find in the Bamboo Forests and were gilded by magic. A gift the Wizards had bestowed upon the Berg, for their relentless defense of the lands between Obsidian City and Fort Turtle.\n\nBrock was hunting for goblins. Those hideous creatures had been raiding villages in the area for months and the Berg had sent out scouts like Brock to track them down. \n\n*Goblins are easy to hunt* Brock was thinking, *stinky, loud and messy; they could not make it easier, could they?* Brock was an experienced hunter and scout, but still amongst the youngest in his tribe. He had a lot more to learn and he knew that, but goblins were easy pray. He was also still unsullied, a Berg scout without a companion. \n\nFor the lonely life of a scout, companions were more than as support for hunting or fighting. They were your closest friend and ally.  One day Berg thought one day \n\nThe humidity in the air suddenly intensified and thick water drops started to fall from the sky. In a matter of seconds a monsoon storm broke out and heavy water started pouring. \n\nSuch rain could be dangerous; it inhibits the senses and makes it harder to spot enemies."}
{"id": "51c9cfe9-e1ed-479f-93bf-99bcc0eae182-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-14T18:04:03.425", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdvQygdqNcLFXLZ1i9LX1A8n4DwDGXsZN5CL2n236MXH9", "txHash": "0x9971e1e3ed995b0b4993f7fb36efcc201852a5327d30ab03aee45b08f40a8f9b", "createdAtBlock": 15748017, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13336, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Brock Hero of the Berg", "text": "Such rain could be dangerous; it inhibits the senses and makes it harder to spot enemies.  \n\nBrock picked up an odd sound coming through the rain, *what is it? A swish of arrows!* Out of nowhere two arrows hit Brock on his left arm and leg. \n\n*How did I not notice?* but before he could finish the thought five goblins jumped out of the trees and attacked him. *This is bad, really bad*\n\nBrock parroted several attacks with his kite shield. He then hit back hard with his pole, smashing the head of one goblin to the ground. *Four of them is still too much*\n\nThe goblins kept attacking; the arrow wounds were slowing Brock down. Swing after swing he was fending the goblins off. But he was getting slower, more tired; leaving ample rooms for fatal attacks. \n\nOne of the goblins suddenly jumped to the right and threw a knife that hit Brock directly in his left side, piercing through his ribs. Immediately Brock was out of breath. Panting for oxygen, he fell on his knees, barely holding onto his bamboo pole and shield. Blood flooding out of his wounds. \n\nThe four remaining goblins started laughing and chanting on what now looked like an easy pray for them. \n\nBut the ground suddenly started shaking and loud stomping echoed from behind Brock. Something was running towards them. *Something big is* but before Brock could finish the thought his eyes closed, his vision went dark. He let go of his pole and collapsed to the ground, conscienceless. Defenseless. \n\n*To be continued*"}
{"id": "482a99f1-5205-4aba-bbc7-a9fe0258d6cf-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T10:35:38.785", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeUuBFE84JMYHZtM83RL2QkfNYagyoCkyeog5ZXZ84bEr", "txHash": "0x54b9d50e2311051f6d317cbe2eb1cf8792ebbd63bedc986efa018a85eaae0995", "createdAtBlock": 15688503, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9590, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Diviner Misumi of the Palms", "text": "# New Lore Entry \nmeow\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "69431e57-b7c0-4615-84aa-89f2d6771ec3-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T12:21:57.568", "backgroundColor": "#fff500", "index": 10, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZAHvwR6T9XtEg6bxehjipn8GaZ4DeB9EiwXBz5DoX3Tu", "txHash": "0x79e7e756f8adc1154ca67a871c4cdcb466dd39073b1ed29eec44d2c321079cb5", "createdAtBlock": 15753482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQirvLALSC2Rcd2vfrKL3jpNN7X6mozNCzh6aQDufqiJw", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "# Best friend squad!!\n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n\nToday would start like any other day for Enigma, waking up with a smile in her tiny, but tidy, hut somewhere in the woods of the Fey.\n\nGood morning, lovely Fred, did you sleep well? The lovely swamp witch asked, sitting up and stretching in her little bed. Though he couldnt speak, Fred managed to eke a squeak of joy as he mimicked Enigmas morning stretch routine.\n\nOh good!! Youll need your energy, do you know what today is? Enigma asked, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.\n\nSqueak? SQUEAK!!! Fred started hopping with more intensity as he did indeed realize what today was.\n\nThats right!! LETTER DAY!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY! Enigma scooped up Fred and started dancing around the house, using magic to clean up what little mess may have survived through the night.\n\nNow, Letter Day was the day for Enigma. The entire year had been spent preparing for this day. Making sure she had enough kobold snacks (they were not fond of her mushrooms), that she had filtered enough drinking water, and most importantlyparchment and ink!!\n\nTwo of her best friends (the strongest Ghost Eaters in the Runiverse!) Trollin and Kobold, would be stopping by for snacks and to write letters of encouragement to their friends across the Runiverse.\n\nWhen the three of them got together, they were literally a non-stop force of love, acceptance, and hugs. The world literally became a kinder place in their presence. Also it didnt hurt that they had the squishiest, most huggable faces in the entire world!!"}
{"id": "69431e57-b7c0-4615-84aa-89f2d6771ec3-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T12:21:57.568", "backgroundColor": "#fff500", "index": 10, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZAHvwR6T9XtEg6bxehjipn8GaZ4DeB9EiwXBz5DoX3Tu", "txHash": "0x79e7e756f8adc1154ca67a871c4cdcb466dd39073b1ed29eec44d2c321079cb5", "createdAtBlock": 15753482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQirvLALSC2Rcd2vfrKL3jpNN7X6mozNCzh6aQDufqiJw", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Enigma and Fred spent the morning ignoring their usual routine decorating the hut, and getting ready for company. Prepping snacks for wizard and familiar alike, making sure there was plenty of comfy sitdown space, and the like.\n\nEventually, the time that she had been waiting for with great anticipation had finally arrived. \n\n# KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!\n\nA loud, rhythmic banging came from the front door, quickly followed by a muffled bonk.\n\nTrollin! You only have to knock once! A voice said from outside, causing Enigma to burst into giggles.\n\n\n# KNOCK!\n\nYeah! Just like-\n\n# KNOCK!\n\nNo! Too ma-\n\n# KNOCK!\n\nUgh. Why do I even bot-\n\n# KNOCK!\n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n\nNot being able to handle being away from her besties any longer, Enigma threw open the door and scooped both kobolds up in a huge hug.\n\nYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! BEST FRIEND TIME! The three sang out in unison amidst their bearsnake hug.\n\nOmg Enigma, we were so excited to see you! We brought presents and I brought Skamps and Kobold (who was a kobold both in name and race) rambled on, as Trollin rolled his eyes and stepped inside.\n\nSo this year, I have a whole list of folks who have NEVER received Enigmafirmations, and I think its high time we change some lives! Trollin said, whipping out a very long scroll filled to the brim with random names."}
{"id": "69431e57-b7c0-4615-84aa-89f2d6771ec3-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T12:21:57.568", "backgroundColor": "#fff500", "index": 10, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZAHvwR6T9XtEg6bxehjipn8GaZ4DeB9EiwXBz5DoX3Tu", "txHash": "0x79e7e756f8adc1154ca67a871c4cdcb466dd39073b1ed29eec44d2c321079cb5", "createdAtBlock": 15753482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQirvLALSC2Rcd2vfrKL3jpNN7X6mozNCzh6aQDufqiJw", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Trollin and Kobold quickly made themselves at home, releasing their familiars to do their own thing, as well as munching snacks and just overall catching up. These three could talk about nothing and everything for days if fate would allow them.\n\nThankfully, Enigma was fabulous at keeping the crew on track, and it wouldnt be long before the trio was fiercely scribbling away at letters of encouragement. The messages varied in detail, but remained the same.\n\nThey were amazing for making it this far, and had such an impact on those around them, and that they were seen, heard and loved.\n\nEnigma was famous for enchanting her letters to grant small wishes (such as specific snacks, a glass of cold water, etc), while Kobold and Trollin werewell, infamous for their enchantments. \n\nRandom things like sticks, rocks, scraps of cloth would be summoned when you opened a letter from one of those two. (Funnily enough, these three would bring about the concept of Trick or Treat to the Runiverse in the coming years).\n\nThe one thing you need to know about kobolds is that while they may be a bit bumbly, they are loyal, fiercely devoted, and seriously good friends. So even though they may have missed the mark with execution from time to time (heck, so did Enigma, if not even more often) they were quite lovable, and the best family a swamp witch could ask for.\n\nThe entire day went by so fast, much to the trios chagrin. But for that day, the Fey was filled with love, kindness and support on a level that was only felt on this day each year.\n\nBefore they knew it, the sun had set, and all the letters had finally been written."}
{"id": "69431e57-b7c0-4615-84aa-89f2d6771ec3-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T12:21:57.568", "backgroundColor": "#fff500", "index": 10, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZAHvwR6T9XtEg6bxehjipn8GaZ4DeB9EiwXBz5DoX3Tu", "txHash": "0x79e7e756f8adc1154ca67a871c4cdcb466dd39073b1ed29eec44d2c321079cb5", "createdAtBlock": 15753482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQirvLALSC2Rcd2vfrKL3jpNN7X6mozNCzh6aQDufqiJw", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Before they knew it, the sun had set, and all the letters had finally been written.\n\nWhew, I think this might be our most successful year yet, Eni!! I wrote over 100 letters today! Kobold said, standing from the table, admiring his pile of letters.\n\nAgreed!! This was the first year any of our letters were addressed to the penguins up north! I hope they like them, Ive been wanting to go visit for so long now! Enigma said, stacking the letters in a small basket by the front door.\n\nWell, we must be on our way, we had so much fun!! Trollin exclaimed, hugging the swamp witch tight and gathering his things.Now, you have to come to us for winter celebrations! I wont take no for an answer, the entire family is waiting to meet you! \n\nEnigma hugged, squeezed and loved her friends, helping them gather things and escorting them to her front porch.\n\nFred and I should have these in the post by the end of the day tomorrow, and you know well be there for the holidays!! Enigma said, opening the door and letting her guests out.\n\n\nTake care, and see you in a few months! Enigma waved as her besties wandered down the little path, taking them away from her tiny, but tidy hut in the middle of the Fey."}
{"id": "66678996-a4f9-45cb-aea3-7b9b43415793-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T12:51:54.396", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTo4Ldokdg1C3aYsMMyErbUHXJJB7JpNPt2MK963UZweK", "txHash": "0xe449a69df913ba317e5f8a19b0c9c23ac4db6a095ef5197faf044a13a0edbac6", "createdAtBlock": 15689176, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 907, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lucy Lasher of the Wild", "text": "# The Plan\n\nMortimer the Black, get off of me right now! Lucy yelled weeks later after waking to find that her Onyx Panther had once again chosen to spend the night sleeping across her legs, effectively pinning her if anything happened requiring her to act swiftly in the middle of the night. The giant cat lazily raised its head, looked over to her, yawned, and then put its head back down, covering its huge yellow eyes with oversized paws.\n\nThe two of them had been avoiding civilization for what seemed like forever. While Lucy was more than capable of surviving in the wilderness, she had to admit, she missed the comforts of the big cities. There was nothing quite like a nice run-down inn room with two queen beds so that the damned cat would not sleep on her. Normally, she would only stay out of the city long enough to finish the next job, but this was no job she was embarking on. Since fleeing Calistas Citadel after witnessing one of the most insane acts ever in the Runiverse, Lucy had no intention of spending extended time in a big city any time soon. She wasnt willing to risk herself to the insane whims of some random wizard again.\n\nI said get up Morti! Lucy exclaimed, this time kicking her legs with all her might in an attempt to make the cat at least uncomfortable enough to move. It worked, and the cat cat got up, moved away from her, and laid back down to sleep some more. None of that Morti! she exclaimed, I think I finally have a plan, but we need help.\n\nDuring their time in the wilds, wandering aimlessly and eating whatever she could kill or forage, with the giant house cats not inconsiderable assistance, Lucy had developed a four step plan for rebellion."}
{"id": "66678996-a4f9-45cb-aea3-7b9b43415793-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T12:51:54.396", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTo4Ldokdg1C3aYsMMyErbUHXJJB7JpNPt2MK963UZweK", "txHash": "0xe449a69df913ba317e5f8a19b0c9c23ac4db6a095ef5197faf044a13a0edbac6", "createdAtBlock": 15689176, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 907, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lucy Lasher of the Wild", "text": "Establish a base of operations.  \nEnlist aid from trusted allies.  \nRecruit like minded individuals.  \nUnseat the wizards, or kill as many as she could and die trying.\n\nThe first item she thought she might have an answer for. The Wild was vast and mostly uncharted. Primarily because of the wild magic which permeated the area and gave its name constantly changed everything within it. Not many knew the ways of the Wilds as well as she. She recalled an old dig site she had stumbled across a few years ago. The place had been stabilized by a group of Blue Wizards previously, and was one of the few stable areas in the Wilds. The wizards had abandoned the area after plundering it of artifacts, and if she could find her way back, and The Wild had not reclaimed it fully, she might be able to use it. What better place to hide from the wizards than the one place they could not fully control?\n\nHowever, before she would venture in search of the ruins, she needed to enlist one friend in particular. @warrior5136 was an old friend. She was also a talented vocalist, and used to be highly sought after by many yellow mages for entertainment purposes. That is until one unfortunate wizard got a little too deep in whatever potion they were drinking one night, a little too handsy, and a little too heady impaled on her mic stand."}
{"id": "66678996-a4f9-45cb-aea3-7b9b43415793-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T12:51:54.396", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTo4Ldokdg1C3aYsMMyErbUHXJJB7JpNPt2MK963UZweK", "txHash": "0xe449a69df913ba317e5f8a19b0c9c23ac4db6a095ef5197faf044a13a0edbac6", "createdAtBlock": 15689176, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 907, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lucy Lasher of the Wild", "text": "Adeles career ended with that wizard's life. The Yellow Mages would no longer book her for performances. They even pressed charges, but self defense was still legal even in cases between Wizards and Ducks, and the wizards couldnt get the charges to stick. Adele tried to continue her career, but the gigs dried up, and even Duck bars wouldnt book her after a while. So she took that mic stand, sharpened it, and started a new career as a mercenary for hire. She did alright for herself too. Ducks paid her a good deal of money to dispatch magical beasts and other phenomena. Theres no better way to advertise that you can handle any magical beast than a rune wizards skull decorating your weapon. Less grotesque ways, sure. But none as effective. \n\nAdele had been hanging out in Goblin Town for some time, since most of the yellow hats hated the place. It was only a few days' journey, and who knows, with Adele around, maybe shed be willing to chance a stay at a run down inn with double queen beds."}
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{"id": "eda823eb-5e9b-4065-9cfc-b8084bf4d3dc-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:20:30.163", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmavk6sHKmG8WoTxKbb4QSAdXfoCvz2H1i6Y8cvU7nB8VL", "txHash": "0x383e965647fc52661d680b4deee79d06bb61b3d558cd67f432fe316a72f60b12", "createdAtBlock": 15756760, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8222, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Malthus of the Capital", "text": "\"Imagine, if you will, a city that never sleeps. A city where silly things like ethics, laws, and 'personal liberty' do not get in the way of progress!\" Malthus' booming voice echoed across the stadium as hushes fell across the crowd.\n\nMalthus, tall and imposing, held the microphone in one muscular hand, while using the other to punctuate his speech with excitement as he talked.\n\n\"Yes, that's right. A city where there is no ethics council, where the law is ours. Of course, this doesn't mean it will be a wild place with no rules! No, just a place where like-minded wizards can gather for the greater benefit of all.\" Malthus said, running his free hand through his crimson hair.\n\nThis little move made the crowd go wild, and Malthus took this chance to take a quick swig from his water bottle, before going back to his speech.\n\n\"It will take time to build, for a city must be erected with foundations as solid as existence itself! In that time, I will be sending out invitations, personally, to each wizard who will be invited to come live with us. \n\nShould you wish to join, please sign up with our hostess on your way out. We'll take your details, and, if you meet our requirements, we will invite you in to Paradise!\n\nThat's it for today, friends, thank you so much for coming out! See you on the other side!!\" Malthus said, waving to the crowd, putting the mic back on the stand, and disappearing behind the stage curtain.\n\n\"You were great out there boss!\" Malthus' assistant ran up and handed him a towel. Malthus briefly smiles, and disappears into his dressing room."}
{"id": "eda823eb-5e9b-4065-9cfc-b8084bf4d3dc-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:20:30.163", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmavk6sHKmG8WoTxKbb4QSAdXfoCvz2H1i6Y8cvU7nB8VL", "txHash": "0x383e965647fc52661d680b4deee79d06bb61b3d558cd67f432fe316a72f60b12", "createdAtBlock": 15756760, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8222, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Malthus of the Capital", "text": "\"Ugh. There wasn't a single acceptable wizard in the crowd tonight. How the hell are we supposed to fill a city with the best and brightest if there are no best and brightest? Answer that, McGreggor!\" Malthus said, poking his ember frog gently until he let out a large ribbit.\n\n\"I know, I know. We really are the best, but we can't do everything by ourselves! We must have the bodies...yes yes, and their magic. What else would this be for??\" Malthus chortled to himself as he sorted through papers on his desk.\n\n----\n\nMonths would pass, and Malthus' plan would be executed without a hitch. The city would be built in record time, and due to his own powerful magic, he would be able to locate every single wizard capable of above average magic.\n\nHe made no delay in sending out his invitations, and soon had communicated to well over 10% of the entire population of the Runiverse. Much to his surprise, not a single person would decline his offer.\n\nEventually, great pilgrimages would start journeying across the Runiverse to come and live within the great walls of the rapturous city\n\nSoon, he would be sitting high atop his skyscraper, running his city of magic, never to be judged or hated for his powers again.\n\nUntil then, he had only a few loose ends to tie up, one particular one being his mistress, the Countess of the Red Wizard City. She was the only one who knew of where Malthus lived, and this information could be very dangerous to the right people, especially if they were to act before he moved into the city himself.\n\nNow, the only way to properly remove a liability is to kill them and leave no witnesses. Any good assassin knows this!"}
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{"id": "ce3920f0-09ac-46ef-b1b4-c9554bbd22da-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T13:01:39.21", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbtmzTrTXqZ2WLowVQvjvg7rMbjzTkCqcGMJugeKfJhqf", "txHash": "0x9d56988c5c058fd0dd95c69be2d09fd1cda3a1d7605bae95face2e4d0dba4ae1", "createdAtBlock": 15689225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5136, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adele Impaler of Runes", "text": "# Rolling in the Drink \n\nA menacing figure stalked the streets of Goblin Town, eyes and head shifting constantly, mouth agape, as though it was his first time in Goblin Town. His eyes and head were constantly moving, as though daring danger to try his mettle. He made his way through one of the roughest parts of the rambunctious city, sneering at any who dared to come close. Clearly, he was looking for a fight, which is why as he moved to enter Glub and Glubbs bar, Glubb stopped him and checked for any weapons before he let the man in.\n\nGlub and Glubbs Bar was dimly lit by a few flickering bulbs and the worn out neon sign in a busted window advertising the Goblin Beer which was the only drink served at the place. The floors were scratched and scuffed mismatched hardwood, some of it untreated. In any more civilized city in the Runiverse, this place would have been condemned. Torn concert posters were scattered haphazardly across the walls, and a dusty piano sat on a long disused stage, near a microphone stand topped with a grotesque skull ornamentation. Centered over the back of the stage a poster of Adele, a long retired musician was hung. It was perhaps the only poster in the bar which was not torn, but it was heavily stained by beer. A smattering of goblins were seated about the place, a few of them playing a game of cards at a back table with a giant. Strangely, the bar itself was empty save for a lone human woman. She was beautiful with blue hair, and sparkling blue eyes,wearing the armor of a Brown Knight. She was seated at the bar, a semi-circle of empty bottles arrayed in front of her."}
{"id": "ce3920f0-09ac-46ef-b1b4-c9554bbd22da-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T13:01:39.21", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbtmzTrTXqZ2WLowVQvjvg7rMbjzTkCqcGMJugeKfJhqf", "txHash": "0x9d56988c5c058fd0dd95c69be2d09fd1cda3a1d7605bae95face2e4d0dba4ae1", "createdAtBlock": 15689225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5136, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adele Impaler of Runes", "text": "The bar was owned and operated by two Goblin brothers, Glub, and Glubb. One was a talented alchemist and brewer as far as Goblins went, and the other a retired warrior. They had decided to go into business together some years back, but had no real taste for business and an unquenchable thirst for their product. When they had first bought the building, it was pristine, and some blamed the decline of this particular block on their poor business practices. Still, their brew was excellent, and despite the fact that they could not afford to keep the building up, Goblins cared more for the foul taste of their brew than they did the decor of the building they drank it in, so the brothers managed to keep the lights on.\n\nAs soon as the man walked into the bar, his mannerisms changed. He shifted seamlessly from a man looking forward to a fight, to an easy going, charming attitude. His eyes still moved continuously, even as he smiled at the various patrons, greeting one or two with warm smiles and friendly nods. Eventually, his eyes landed on the lone woman at the bar. He moved to her, sitting down without an invitation, and nodded at the bartender, tapping his finger on the bar to order a drink.\n\nI used to be somebody, the woman said, unprompted but a moment later.\n\nOh really? the mans smile widened. He laid some coin on the bar as Glub delivered a bottle of Goblin Beer to him and popped the top. It looks to me as though you still are somebody. The man nodded at Glub, the goblin brother working the bar tonight.\n\nShe took a long swig of her beer and put the empty bottle on the bar. Wobbled a little, and smiled back at him before laying her arms and head across the bar top."}
{"id": "ce3920f0-09ac-46ef-b1b4-c9554bbd22da-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T13:01:39.21", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbtmzTrTXqZ2WLowVQvjvg7rMbjzTkCqcGMJugeKfJhqf", "txHash": "0x9d56988c5c058fd0dd95c69be2d09fd1cda3a1d7605bae95face2e4d0dba4ae1", "createdAtBlock": 15689225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5136, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adele Impaler of Runes", "text": "He smiled at her once more and took a sip of his beer before grimacing. How do they drink this stuff? How do you drink this stuff?\n\nYou get used to it, her slurred and muffled reply came a few moments later, Eventually, your taste buds die and then you only have to worry about the sickeningly sweet rotting aroma.\n\nMay I buy you another? The man asked politely.\n\nSure, the woman replied. Turning her head and smiling up at him drunkenly. Its been awhile since I met a she trailed off.\n\nThe man smiled again as he ordered another round for the woman. Whats your story? he asked.\n\nYou dont want to regale me with tales of your latest exploits? Thats how most men start.\n\nNo. I already know all about me. Im much more interested in you.\n\nWhat a refreshing change of pace, the woman replied, sitting back up as Glub added a new bottle to her collection.\n\nI used to be a musician. I toured the circuit, played the parties, and rolled in the money, She explained, But thats all ancient history now, she tipped back her bottle and took another sip.\n\nReally? asked the man. You must have been very talented, he commented in a tone that said he held some doubts.\n\nI still am, she winked. Smiling as she stood shakily, and leaned against the bar for balance. Fancy a tune?\n\nSure, but what ended your career? The man moved to help the woman to the stage, his smile widening, but the woman waved him off. He still followed her closely to the stage, as she told her story, leaning from chair to chair as she made her way across the room."}
{"id": "ce3920f0-09ac-46ef-b1b4-c9554bbd22da-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-06T13:01:39.21", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbtmzTrTXqZ2WLowVQvjvg7rMbjzTkCqcGMJugeKfJhqf", "txHash": "0x9d56988c5c058fd0dd95c69be2d09fd1cda3a1d7605bae95face2e4d0dba4ae1", "createdAtBlock": 15689225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5136, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adele Impaler of Runes", "text": "I was working this big party for a client, a Yellow Hat. After the gig, while the band and I were collecting our stuff, he came to pay us out. He had been hitting some potions pretty hard during our set, and wanted more than we agreed on.\n\nSo, the man said, What did he want that was so career ending?\n\nThe woman stopped and turned to him, rolling her eyes in frustration, Me.\nWhat?\n\nHe got handsy. Forcefully so. Almost everyone had left except for a few of his cronies. He immobilized my band with some sort of spell, and tried to force himself on me, she finished a few steps from the stage.\n\nWhat about that song? the man asked, clearly trying to change the subject. She beamed at him, Of course, and turned her back, continuing the last few steps to the stage. Her gait changed as she went, suddenly appearing much more like the striking woman on the poster in front of her, as a new figure wearing a cloak entered the bar and started looking for someone or something.\n\nA moment later, as she was vaulting onto the stage to get her mic stand turned spear, a familiar voice called out a warning, Adele!\n\n@warrior5136 snatched her weapon and spun back around to the rhythm of a table being overturned, and was very disappointed to see the man she had been flirting with. He was featureless now, his skin changed to a glossy orangish red ooze, and a bright orange rune had replaced his handsome face, his left arm had a goblin sword partially protruding from it, and was being pulled away from her by the end of @warrior907s whip. Showing no hesitation, she impaled the assassin constructs rune, and sighed disappointingly as the energy from the rune faded into the skull embedded on her microphone stand turned spear.\n\nIt would be weeks before the prick shut up again."}
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{"id": "59d5d05a-a821-4a79-bda3-df6f567ca521-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:22:06.203", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR92GsLVwaCZkA92z9JM7j7k4NpiDbTwcYn1LnBy9saXf", "txHash": "0x17331039fa03a7313be9bbd0ff7d930bd85dfe970ab1b13329841b03646ec4a3", "createdAtBlock": 15756768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2017, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Rita of the Field", "text": "Rita was one of 12 wizards born into the Runiverse with the power of light imbued in her soul. A prophesied group of wizards who were supposed to save the world. Most folks did not take this very seriously, and as all legends do, it eventually faded into obscurity.\n\nShe had early on in life denied the light, and as most hag witches did, dabbled in blood sacrifice and void magic. She excelled at both, much to the point where she had to remain on the move, as locals would get suspicious quite quickly.\n\nAs her light had been tainted, she would have no control over its magic, but oddly enough, the lack of this seemed to empower her void powers beyond that of an average spell caster. And so, her existence would in essence, nullify the very prophecy that brought her such power, but this would go on unknown for quite some time.\n\nPowerful as she was, she really didnt have much direction in life outside the pursuit of magic. She wandered aimlessly, gathering what knowledge she could, but due to the lack of any real purpose, it was often to no real end.\n\nThis, however, would come to a screeching halt when her journeys brought her to the outskirts of an old world ruin. An entire city lay before her, towering in its majesty. Skyscrapers that extended into the clouds, roads made of smooth stone, and  debris everywhere. \n\nThough the plant life had long since taken over the city, Rita had no trouble at all magicking herself a path through the worst of it. The city itself was remnants of the old world, life before the Quantum Shadow."}
{"id": "59d5d05a-a821-4a79-bda3-df6f567ca521-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:22:06.203", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR92GsLVwaCZkA92z9JM7j7k4NpiDbTwcYn1LnBy9saXf", "txHash": "0x17331039fa03a7313be9bbd0ff7d930bd85dfe970ab1b13329841b03646ec4a3", "createdAtBlock": 15756768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2017, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Rita of the Field", "text": "As Rita wandered through the streets, she started to plot, and quickly came to terms with the fact that this would be her new lair! No one had walked these streets in thousands of years, shed be safe from prying eyes forever!\nThough the city sprawled on and on for what seemed like forever, Rita knew exactly where she had to go. The highest point! Old stories always suggested thats where the leaders reigned, so her eyes shot to the skyline.\n\nImmediately she saw a beautiful ivory tower jutting up much higher than the rest of the skyscrapers around it. It was big, but looked to be mostly a symbolic building. When she finally got to the base, there was only a single entrance in. \n\nThe door was huge, made of glass, and led into a small boxy room. There was a panel of buttons to the right side of the door that consisted of a green, red and blue button.\n\nWhile the building itself hadnt seen power in a millenia, Rita was more than capable of summoning a bit of electricity! With a quick flick of the wrist, the entire building lit up, and the room she was in went flying upwards.\n\nThis took Rita by surprise and threw her to the ground, only to have the room stop suddenly. The door swung open with a beep, and the hag was no longer on the ground floor.\n\nShe stood up, dusted herself off and headed into the new room that lay before her. She had been delivered to the center of the room, and the outer wall was but a large, circular window, providing an unobstructed view of damn near the entire city!\n\nThis would make an excellent base of operations for the young witch indeed! She hurriedly scoured the room, looking for remnant tech, and then quickly cast a small summoning spell."}
{"id": "59d5d05a-a821-4a79-bda3-df6f567ca521-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:22:06.203", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR92GsLVwaCZkA92z9JM7j7k4NpiDbTwcYn1LnBy9saXf", "txHash": "0x17331039fa03a7313be9bbd0ff7d930bd85dfe970ab1b13329841b03646ec4a3", "createdAtBlock": 15756768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2017, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Rita of the Field", "text": "With a loud clap, all of her belongings appeared in the room, and within a few minutes, Rita had already arranged the room to her liking. \n\nYes, things would indeed be good for Rita hereor, at least, she thought\n\nSomewhere on the other side of the Runiverse, Battle Mage Malthus of the Capital was using a little bit of his own illegal scrying magic to keep a very close eye on Rita.\n\nShe was of great importance to him, and was one of a thousand hand picked by Malthus to come live with him in his city of greatness.\n\nThe big issue here wasMalthus didnt have a city yet. If he had nowhere to collect these wizards, surely his dream of power would flicker and die. \n\nHowever, Rita stumbling into these old ruins gave him a brilliant idea. With the help of Rita, he would turn this city into his magnum opus, his great legacy!\n\nHe had been waiting for the right moment to approach Rita, and now was the time! He would hurriedly disappear into the night, traveling through darkness to reach the unknown part of the world where Rita had surfaced.\n\nHis approach was direct and candid. He told Rita that he needed her, and that she needed him. And of course, for Rita, the promise of power was all it ever took to get her on your good side. \n\nSo the two would combine forces and revive this ancient city back to its prime, and in doing so, show the world exactly who they were."}
{"id": "1a488cda-2bd9-4d6b-8241-eec7578d0d0f-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:18:41.436", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU8ZBdxrhjLuyBCgduv7ofYsajobdqAnk3kZtWE72jsid", "txHash": "0x494735e4f1b004ad01b3b024f712f44e37b5e99c02d7c03762b995f4a80e9e1d", "createdAtBlock": 15756751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 148, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Aamon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Ugh, Aamon! Do you ever get anything right? The lady of the house whined, quite dramatically, as Aamon had brought her the wrong drink. She wantedno, needed the crystal mug, not the glass one.\n\nYes milady. His deep voice, short and emotionless, as he bowed quickly and took away the mug which he had tried to hand her just moments before.\n\nAnd though his stoic face showed no signs of emotion, in his head, he was raging up quite the storm. \n\nThis DUCK thinks she can tell me what to do. Ugh I knew taking this job was a mistake. There must be another- Aamons thoughts came to a screeching halt as he almost got bulldozed over by some stranger high-tailing it past him.\n\nHe dusted himself off, and called after the stranger, You cant go back there. No. Stop. Dont. Shrugging, he went back to fixing the drink and complaining in his head.\n\nAs he turned around to join his employer and the stranger who strayed too far, he heard a blood-curdling scream coming from the room. In another instant, the same stranger ran back towards him, this time stopping briefly to shove something into Aamons hands, before sprinting away again.\n\nWhat the hell Aamon wondered outloud, as he realized the thing the stranger had given him was indeed the weapon used to murder the countess just now. \n\nSTOP MURDERER! Moments later, loud words bellowed throughout the hall where Aamon had been collecting his thoughts."}
{"id": "1a488cda-2bd9-4d6b-8241-eec7578d0d0f-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:18:41.436", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU8ZBdxrhjLuyBCgduv7ofYsajobdqAnk3kZtWE72jsid", "txHash": "0x494735e4f1b004ad01b3b024f712f44e37b5e99c02d7c03762b995f4a80e9e1d", "createdAtBlock": 15756751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 148, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Aamon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Wait, no. This isnt mineI didntshit. Ugh whatever. Aamon dropped the dagger onto the ground, realizing he wasnt going to be able to talk his way out of this. Instead, he would do what he was quite talented at. Disappearing. (Aamon was nothing if not a very talented illusionist and void caster.)\n\nBefore the dagger had finished clattering to the floor below, Aamons quiet magic had done its part, and he was already many miles away, leaving the guards completely baffled (and becoming one of Red Wizard Citys most wanted criminals in the blink of an eye). \n\n\n\n\nWith a loud clap, Aamon appeared, very suddenly, in an empty, poorly lit cave. Ahh, the Cave of Platonic Shadow. Ill definitely be safe here, even if my plans did just get a bit accelerated. He said, musingly, moving about the cave with specific intention.\n\nAamon had set up shop here many years ago, as it was just a stones throw from the Quantum Shadow, the source of his dark and shady magics. It also just happened to be the place he came from, but Aamon never did quite care to go into detail regarding that.\n\nIt wouldnt take Aamon long at all to restore his old lab back to functioning status, though it had been hidden away here for years. It had all been hidden, waiting for the perfect time\n\nA time that wouldnt come thanks to whatever bumbling stranger just offed the countess! He needed her!! Without her, hed never be able to figure out who had sent him that blasted letter.\n\nA letter he received just 6 weeks ago. A letter that would change his entire life, and maybe not for the best."}
{"id": "1a488cda-2bd9-4d6b-8241-eec7578d0d0f-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:18:41.436", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU8ZBdxrhjLuyBCgduv7ofYsajobdqAnk3kZtWE72jsid", "txHash": "0x494735e4f1b004ad01b3b024f712f44e37b5e99c02d7c03762b995f4a80e9e1d", "createdAtBlock": 15756751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 148, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Aamon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "It had been addressed directly to him, even though he had been living in solitude, unknown to anyone, in the Cave of Platonic shadow. His small home had been heavily enchanted to remain hidden, so the fact that this had been seen through suggests the sender to be a being of great power.\n\nThe entire thing had been written in blood, in a language only those from the Quantum Shadow would be able to read. It had been short and to the point, and simply told him he would be given a safe place to practice his void magic, in exchange for living in some city.\n\nThere were some vague instructions on how to find the city, but Aamon had no intent on following these instructions. He only had one goal, and that was to find out who could have possibly known about him.\n\nShortly after receiving the letter, Aamon had become set on discovering the identity of the sender and set to work discovering all he could. \n\nWithin a brief period, he had been able to identify the parchment the note had been written on as a specific type of parchment made of a very particular royal family in the Red Wizard City.\n\nFrom there, it was just a matter of persuasion (and maybe just a tiny illusion) before Aamon found himself head butler of the Countess home.\n\nIn the few weeks he spent on the premises, he learned much about the royal family, but almost none of it led him to his mysterious admirer.\n\nThere was one thingbut what could it mean? One afternoon, just a couple of days before the countess found herself murdered, Aamon had a very strong vision of a hag receiving a letter requesting her presence. \n\nIt recurred numerous times during that one day, and then suddenly stopped, but not before the image burned into his head. The note the unknown hag had received had been written by the same shadowy figure, but had a much different feel than the one he received."}
{"id": "1a488cda-2bd9-4d6b-8241-eec7578d0d0f-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:18:41.436", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU8ZBdxrhjLuyBCgduv7ofYsajobdqAnk3kZtWE72jsid", "txHash": "0x494735e4f1b004ad01b3b024f712f44e37b5e99c02d7c03762b995f4a80e9e1d", "createdAtBlock": 15756751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 148, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Aamon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Unable to put any rhyme or reason to these visions, Aamon moved on, but figured at this point he had too much to lose by not pursuing whatever angle he could. The trail would grow even colder from here and he was getting desperate.\n\n\n\nWith only this image of a hag wearing a parka, Aamon cursed himself, and disappeared in a poof of smoke, his shadow heading towards to cold northern tundra (home to the penguins and of course, wielders of the frozen tuna).\n\nHis journey would not take long at all, though once he arrived in the cold north he realized he quite underpacked. Nothing magic couldnt take care of, but still, he was not prepared for how cold it would be!\n\nIt only took a bit of asking around the local villages to discover that there was a local hag named Lamia who had taken it upon herself to dole out blessings to any who would approach her. \n\nThe locals were very defensive of their winter witch, so details were hard to get at first, but before long, Aamon caught wind of a small group of pilgrims who were headed her way for their annual blessings. \n\nOnce the pilgrimage arrived in town, he simply worked his magic to blend in, and had them lead him directly to the hag. Curiosity kept him in check, though after the pilgrims had finished with their blessings and dispersed, Aamon hung around the shadows to keep tabs on his new friend.\n\nHe would spend the next two days on the verge of hypothermia, hoping for some kind of clue that this was indeed the hag his visions were of. On the eve of the second night, however, his patience finally paid off.\n\nThe hag stepped outside her hut, flicked her wrist, and the little rat she kept with her lit up and took off. Without a second of hesitation, the hag followed the trail the rat left."}
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{"id": "6e379be2-492b-4f0c-b8aa-02e5bb6c3060-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:23:30.117", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYsJbbwxdjE68FnreuD3xzPbfXCiaVHnQEdKb3KrPdX3h", "txHash": "0x7fe780ce4fe7fb7bea70c1f1552b907e00a203c905a6cc8e659b009dd4a59aeb", "createdAtBlock": 15756775, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4258, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ferocina Ravager of the Mountain", "text": "Ferocine was the mightiest fist in all the northern Runiverse (or at least, so shed claim). Her punch could explode a tree (also a claim), stun an ogre (not proven) and open a jar of pickles (this, oddly enough, is something she can actually do).\n\nNow, this wasnt to say Ferocina wasnt a bad ass in her own right! She was incredibly powerful, but she just loved to boast about it to anyone who would listen (and if they didnt listen, shed ramble on anyway).\n\nShe was a bit nomadic, wandering too and fro, mostly just looking to punch things and help people who needed it. She was not very interested in the mercenary lifestyle, so she often found herself doing very mundane tasks to earn a wage.\n\nHer most recent gig was a log splitter for a small town outside the Quantum Shadow, where she also moonlit as a bit of a bodyguard to folks traveling about.\n\nThis was a pretty solid gig, and the town treated her really well. She had given up on wandering around and had really considered settling down here, maybe even progressing the relationship with her girlfriend! \n\nSadly, our hero would be unable to live out these dreams. She would be gone from town one night, escorting a single wizard back to the edge of the Fey, where he would have a modicum of safety.\n\nThis journey would take half a day, so by the time she returned to her village, the entire thing had been razed to the ground. She couldnt believe her eyes.\n\nBefore her, everything she held near and dear to her had instantly vanished, in a painful ending. Something in that moment awoke within Ferocina, and she was suddenly taken over by an angry blood rage."}
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{"id": "ca54f990-9338-4259-ba20-04c9ca766a63-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:27:42.468", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5wjLVEMASMJuo5MbvPJNWwktcE1x4ZwVqSA6BAYui59", "txHash": "0x5518dc16a067a643973e8f00a540d498c9ee36a9cb8ed9a13f8391bcb493372c", "createdAtBlock": 15756796, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4873, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ryland Ruin of the Back Alley", "text": "Long ago, it was prophesied that 12 wizards would be born to the Runiverse, their souls pure light. These Lightborn would band together, and return the Beasts back to their prison, and bring peace to the Runiverse once more.\n\nRyland was most assuredly not one of these lightborn. Not only was he not a wizard, but he was also not very nice.\n\nHe was, however, the last of the descendants of the blood of Hercules, and as such, he was quite strong. Not very smart, but incredibly strong, and very happy to sell his strength to the highest bidder (or in fact, anyone bidding anything at all).\n\nHe recently signed on to a small raiding party led by the wielder of the 24-Karat Crowbar, a bandit leader by the name of Rachel. The artifact imbued her with great power, and she led Ryland and her bandits on many successful raids, often without losing a single raider.\n\nThough Rachel led the band, her orders came down from a shadowy figure. He had never seen the two communicate, but anytime someone brought it up, Rachel killed them. Ryland learned early on not to even concern himself with such things.\n\nHe was quite content literally punching people to death. He punched,and Rachel made sure the rest was taken care of.\n\nAnd though his adventures with the raiding party would take him all over the runiverse, from the big wizard cities to the forgotten ruins of Atlantis, Ryland really didnt change much.\n\nFrom day one, punch punch punch. This little fact made him quite popular among the other raiders, who were known to pay Ryland to punch random things.\n\nOne time, someone dared him to punch a sleeping dragon, not expecting him to do it all. That would be the last time anyone would think he was capable of sarcasm."}
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{"id": "ca54f990-9338-4259-ba20-04c9ca766a63-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:27:42.468", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5wjLVEMASMJuo5MbvPJNWwktcE1x4ZwVqSA6BAYui59", "txHash": "0x5518dc16a067a643973e8f00a540d498c9ee36a9cb8ed9a13f8391bcb493372c", "createdAtBlock": 15756796, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4873, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ryland Ruin of the Back Alley", "text": "Though most of the other raiders had been killed in their sleep, Rachel spared Ryland, for he had kind of grown on her during their raids.\n\nHe would go on to serve as a personal bodyguard to Rachel within the walls of this new city, and would live a happy, but somewhat boring life (until he got the gumption to try and steal the 24-Karat Crowbarbut thats a different tale for a different time!)."}
{"id": "5c64dcfc-eec4-409b-bc52-6ab68457de6e-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-15T23:25:30.842", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf2qiULUWPzRLoWxznS1oEgNrLqBSeAfsKmUgDgn2XFQ4", "txHash": "0xfe0fd0a2d24a1eefb51e572b187476b3a5db32fc1bc73a08e2fb238df9e5536b", "createdAtBlock": 15756785, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3738, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rachel Belligerent of the Jungle", "text": "Finally!! After all of this time, Rachel would finally have the prize she sought for so many years.\n\nThe mythical, the legendary, 24-karat crowbar. A solid gold crowbar forged with the heat of the Sacred Flame and a golden lock from the Gate to the 7th realm.\n\nA true treasure fit only for a warrior like Rachel.\n\nShe had spent over 20 years searching the runiverse for this weapon. Ruins, caves, wizards towers, you name it, she raided it.\n\nShe even delved into the actual Quantum Shadow! Though thats a different story for a different time, lets just say she barely survived that adventure.\n\nNow, here it sat, forgotten on the ground, still grasped by its previous owners corpse. Clearly, the crowbar hadnt been strong enough to fend off whatever end the bones on the ground had met, but that didnt seem to bother Rachel one bit.\n\nShe wiped her hands off on her cloak before gingerly picking up the crowbar and admiring it in all of its gilded glory.\n\nAs she lifted the crowbar from its resting place, an intense power surged through her body. She suddenly felt stronger, smarter, quicker! \n\nShe gave the crowbar a few deft swings, and realized that this had been the moment she was made for. This was her gold-plated destiny! She just had to make it back through all that nonsense first.\n\n\n\nSee, Rachel didnt just find the crowbar hanging out in a pawn shop. No, this sucker was buried deep in the caves of Honor Mountain. She had spent hours spelunking, following ancient maps and suggestions from the locals."}
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{"id": "1f87b586-e317-4b53-94d6-6f0e217bbfbb-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-16T01:33:17.834", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmViNtHWJ6cAweeZPRotjkt7HZ2RhJYQPtcK4cf8CHHvvo", "txHash": "0x0d8fb5ce0320849e970fc52ec03176d755f2fd51ca3cbe2d56831866ecffbe4a", "createdAtBlock": 15757420, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7813, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Solomon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "# Hedge Wizard Solomon of the Quantum Downs\n\n## Preface\n\n---\n\nWhen you flip a coin, as you watch it tumble through the air, you may think its fate, perhaps some uneven weight that determines which side lands face up. But in truth its Hedge Wizard Solomon. \n\nThe Hedge Wizard, invisible, appears whenever an element of chance is involved. \nWhen dice are thrown, or a card is flipped over, its Hedge Wizard Solomons hand that controls the result. Whenever a gambler prays to the dealer or calls for a certain color to prevail, its Solomon theyre talking to. And with no prejudice, nor interest in the result, Solomon flips the cards, almost bored. \n\nIt isnt easy to be alongside every degenerate at once. \nSolomons long, white beard hides countless stories of people on the ropes. Those stuck at the fork between their vanishing dreams and harsh reality, hoping someone can save them without knowing that someone is Solomon.\n\n---\n\nIt isnt obvious if Solomons power was learned or ascribed at birth. \nSome believe Solomon is thousands of years old, but others know the truth.\nSolomon was a scholar, interested in studying magic of all sorts. \n\nHe studied for several decades, into his old age, never taking a wife, never wanting children.  It was deep in his studies that Solomon found a way to sidestep into the other plane, getting incredibly lucky with his choice of texts. It wasnt until Solomon discovered he had no way back, cursed now with some permanent other-ness, that he learned his new place in eternity. \n\n\n\n> Sufficiently practiced arcane magic is indecipherable from the cosmos.  \n> *- Proverb from ancient storyteller*\n\n---"}
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{"id": "c9856e30-4a74-4a43-abcc-32ad18ae6d95-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-16T19:31:14.261", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUFq5VgKCDfeVB3EMXPFCrTabz5u9JvLBnFP5bKTpGbZj", "txHash": "0xc65ce073e4a93a7d8aef71d4966af7954e385d70c00056a3e689c7115ae52b0c", "createdAtBlock": 15762778, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6867, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Charmer Beyna of the Veil", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nbeyna is sleepless at night. He went for a walk in the forest with his owl. He was seen feeding on unicorn blood with a witch.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *beyna is sleepless at night. He went for a walk in the forest with his owl. He was seen feeding on unicorn blood with a witch.*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:"}
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{"id": "76bd5428-a71a-4620-8733-71c93003498a-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-07T13:07:15.209", "backgroundColor": "#3647b7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgEJFDogSYtzLbPXMEPdNVeR1DEFS1Yj8gr8oune7Miy", "txHash": "0x78877e1242c3cd23b8f02082f19979e276e30538676d4b3fabcc760e13fb0f0f", "createdAtBlock": 15696417, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1042, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ2B79DnRsHT5HGMheEeU1MZG8r8Epyq6yD9eRz5cooqp", "name": "Athina Sword of Light", "text": "Athina woke with a start, as the clashing sounds from outside her room had grown increasingly loud. It took her a moment to gather her wits, and by the time she shook the sleep from her eyes, she realized things might be a bit more precarious than she first thought.\n\nShe quietly moved about her room, gathering what she'd need to make a quick getaway. Being a princess, her room really didn't have much of anything that would be of use, but she was clever enough.\n\nAs she was stuffing this and that into her small pouch, the thick oak door came flying off the hinges, much to Athina's surprise! Standing on the other end was a small band of heavily armed Goblins, who took no time to pour into the room, and capture the princess.\n\nThey quickly tied her up and bonked her over the head with one of their maces, causing her to collapse and lose consciousness. The last thing she saw was the big club coming down then...nothing.\n\n\n\nHours later, the young princess awoke, head throbbing. She had been untied and tossed into the dungeon of her own castle! The audacity!! Though Athina wasn't one much to wallow in despair, she had to admit this was the biggest pickle she'd been in...well ever.\n\nThe cell was small, smaller than most, and had no window to the outside. Just 4 walls of stone, and a trapdoor far above her head. \n\n\"What the heck!!\" Athina yelled, her voice echoing in the small chamber, leaving her even more frustrated than before.\n\nThere wasn't enough room to really pace, and the walls were too far from each other to shimmy up. There really was no way of getting out of this hole!\n\nAfter a few minutes of complete and utter silence, a kind, soft voice filled Athina's mind."}
{"id": "76bd5428-a71a-4620-8733-71c93003498a-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-07T13:07:15.209", "backgroundColor": "#3647b7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgEJFDogSYtzLbPXMEPdNVeR1DEFS1Yj8gr8oune7Miy", "txHash": "0x78877e1242c3cd23b8f02082f19979e276e30538676d4b3fabcc760e13fb0f0f", "createdAtBlock": 15696417, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1042, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ2B79DnRsHT5HGMheEeU1MZG8r8Epyq6yD9eRz5cooqp", "name": "Athina Sword of Light", "text": "\"You must get out.\" The voice said, light and whispery. Athina herself was a bit psychic thanks to her royal blood, and wasn't so much startled by the voice in her head as she was by the likeness of the voice to her mother, who had passed some time ago.\n\n\"Moth...Mother?? Is that you?!\" Tears began to well up, as the princess' emotions finally started to pour out.\n\n\"You must get out, Athina.\" The voice repeated, this time more sternly.\n\n\"But how?!?! Mom!! I don't know, I'm no wizard!! How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?!\" Athina sobbed, as she spun around, looking for the source of the voice, but only saw stone walls. \"I don't understand, please...please help me...\" She managed to squeak out before the sobs fully took over.\n\nShe had never felt so confused, so trapped, so lost...and who was speaking to her? Could it really be her mother, saving her from the afterlife? It was just too much for her to handle, and she broke down in sobs, curled up on the floor.\n\nJust as she began to feel there was no hope, a dazzling white light erupted from her, bathing the entire cell.\n\n\"It is time, my sweet...\" The voice faded as the light intensified. And as quickly as it started, it ended, with a quiet little poof. The cell where Athina had just been was now empty and quiet.\n\nHowever, somewhere just outside the castle walls, things weren't as calm. In a sudden, and very loud *crack* Athina appeared a few feet in the air, outside the castle walls. Right above her mother's grave."}
{"id": "76bd5428-a71a-4620-8733-71c93003498a-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-07T13:07:15.209", "backgroundColor": "#3647b7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgEJFDogSYtzLbPXMEPdNVeR1DEFS1Yj8gr8oune7Miy", "txHash": "0x78877e1242c3cd23b8f02082f19979e276e30538676d4b3fabcc760e13fb0f0f", "createdAtBlock": 15696417, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1042, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ2B79DnRsHT5HGMheEeU1MZG8r8Epyq6yD9eRz5cooqp", "name": "Athina Sword of Light", "text": "As gravity is still very active in the Runiverse, Athina came crashing down just moments later, missing her mother's headstone with her own head by mere centimeters!\n\n\"OUCH! What the hec-\" Athina exclaimed, but was cut off by the voice in her head.\n\n\"My dear, sweet child. It is time for you to realize your true power and destiny.\" The voice, though barely a whisper, filled her ears.\n\n\"Mom?? What do you mean? What's going on!!!\" Athina croaked, still somewhat shaken by the recent turn of events. \n\n\"I do not have long to speak, but you must go. Far from here, to the Fey. You, chosen one, are born of light, must find the others. You, the Sword of Light, will help bring peace to this land.\" The mysterious yet familiar voice began to fade.\n\n\"Chosen one?? Born of light??? Mom, I'm so confused!\" Athina was beginning to get frustrated, as she had barely had any time to process the evening's events. Everything was just moving so fast!!\n\n\"I must leave you now, sweet Athina. Know that my love is with you every step of the way, and I will be in your dreams. Only you can save us know, Lightborn...\" And with that, the voice faded, leaving Athina more lonely than she had felt in the dungeon.\n\nWith no supplies and only the clothes on her back, Athina heads towards the village, leaving the castle far behind. Even as she made it to the outskirts of the small town, she could still hear the chaos ringing through the halls of the castle.\n\n\n\n\nAnd so...this would be the start of an epic journey for Athina, Sword of Light. Will she ever figure out what her destiny is? Will she meet the other Lightborn? What is in store for our heroine next?"}
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{"id": "b5236bd5-c771-470a-a683-63c2b5fa2647-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:24.532", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUdkQKtzysARHj2kpjr59ZfSqd387wChhfLtbQq9xvbQr", "txHash": "0xf1e35a12d4d0363a8f6c23454ca1de389551739627b86bbeb38646bb11cd92e9", "createdAtBlock": 14942117, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": true, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "## **Hongo has always been alone.**\n\n\nWhen he was born, he was immediately isolated. Even doctors were afraid to come into contact with his poisonous skin. He was exiled to live in The Thorn, left to be raised by the other poisonous fungus. He tirelessly studied alchemy from a young age, fascinated by lead and its toxic qualities. His familiar, Bernard, is a poisonous toad."}
{"id": "275e0613-6c0d-4199-8893-6a7e38724142-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-07T21:01:04.489", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2gb5xP9izqmCXKyoKfkQvCVz1Hq6hMuKtaTUP8YPgJR", "txHash": "0x81e1e234044bd5d9340d13c3fe71e338df8ca2b844836808268c5694dd8bdd98", "createdAtBlock": 15698754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 48, "slug": "beastspawn", "firstImage": null, "text": "# A Bastard Finds a Family\n\nThe lone bugbear wandered through those strange woods of The Fey for what felt like weeks.  Wounds infected, delirious from fever, he tripped and stumbled over roots and rocks until he fell for what he thought would be the last time.  The edges of his vision began to fade and darkness took him...\n\nSuddenly he awoke with a gasp in a grove of perfectly manicured apple trees.  A pale man in green loomed over him, and stared at him until he felt crushed beneath the weight of the man's gaze.\n\n*\"Do you speak the common tongue, bugbear?\"*\n\n\"Small amounts.\"\n\n*\"Do you have a name?\"*\n\n\"I had not yet earned a name.  We only earn our names and standing within the tribe after our first successful...  What is this place?\"\n\n*\"This place is my home. It's no small task that you ended up here, in the liminal space between here and there.  It doesn't reveal itself to those looking for it.\"*\n\n\"I was not looking for it\"\n\n*\"Yet you found it anyway.  That means you needed it, and what I have to share.\"*\n\n@wizard4789 offered the bugbear an apple, unlike anything he had ever seen.  It smelled like honey.\n\n*\"Please eat.  I tended to your wounds, but these apples I grow have restorative properties.  You should feel like yourself after eating one.  I can escort you to the edge of the wood once you have recovered.\"*\n\nThe apple was impossibly juicy, and with each bite he felt more like himself, perhaps even better than he knew he could feel.\n\n\"My tribe is gone, and I have no family to speak of.  I have nowhere to go.\"\n\n*\"Can you fight?\"*"}
{"id": "14c5d11d-2a46-4b80-8afc-74748dbf55ef-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:19.235", "backgroundColor": "#b16969", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP8JpRfw1iSpqsb1TvwXAs19NzpVkww1oRNHEG8aP8Uct", "txHash": "0xd68c999e222387787866db479e142256d0920c12af8a000b3d92b3b9d0bf4f20", "createdAtBlock": 14930130, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "# Alchemist Hongo\n\n_Neither plant nor animal, mushrooms have confounded humans since ancient times. Now, theyre a reminder of our tenuous place in an uncertain world._\n\nTo the ancient Egyptians, mushrooms were totems of immortality, reserved for the plates of pharaohs and their kin; to the Indigenous Mazatecs of southern Mexico, they are holy children, speaking through the mystics who eat them. \n\nAs emissaries from the underworld and creatures of the in-between, even ordinary, nonhallucinogenic mushrooms defy the binaries we often use to organize the universe.  They are unclassifiable as plants, despite their historic inclusion in the study of botany. Nor are they animals, although the fungi and animal kingdoms share a common ancestor dating back somewhere between 650 million and 1.5 billion years.\n\nThere is something uncanny, too, about the speed with which they appear. In the wild, mushrooms emerge practically overnight, en masse, a sudden army out of nothing. Such innocents they seem, so close to the ground, fit to shelter only ants and fairies. But they are neither tiny nor powerless.\n\nHow potent a metaphor for today, as the chasm between have and have-not widens, to see this army of the ignored and the disdained, massing underfoot. The American writer Sylvia Plath turned the supposed meekness of these nonbinary beings into an insidious strength in her 1959 poem Mushrooms, channeling the voice of the Nudgers and shovers/In spite of ourselves:\n\n_Bland-mannered, asking_\n\n_Little or nothing._\n\n_So many of us!_\n\n_So many of us!_"}
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{"id": "f1dae5b6-59a2-4b40-856a-29d6447b2a17-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-08T00:11:03.739", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcm6Pu4BY5yUQS7EUTAVLAKoyTXGXx5k6ahzS5xfjBxoV", "txHash": "0x3cde3cae818a1527cfab1edd04009948610f23d44ccc067d7b9fb9644be07595", "createdAtBlock": 15699701, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3002, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSdubkd3ayfHVV6q1EQivpJiwXdwbFMwMfNyNg43CrrNC", "name": "Charmer Devon of the Valley", "text": "# Devon of the Valley"}
{"id": "a6802b36-d6b2-46ea-9376-76669066c1a7-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-09T14:57:17.045", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b13", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbaVBjDTVfwJk8fcMatikH8RyDTaMvLBT9jk4Md5cLZK6", "txHash": "0xa4893ec9f64f53f84df9875668d1bb38304ebbbb215a574e4653e900c891902e", "createdAtBlock": 15711276, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12134, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPLph8LbVbFBjr4JHxsbJcDh3tdeMC4xipjQUiWinyBsQ", "name": "Chiaki Cleaver of the Forest", "text": "There would be resolve in Chiaki's soul, not after her sister, Suzume, disappeared. Chiaki would go on to spend the entirety of her life in search for the one person who truly made her feel at peace.\n\nThe worst part? She was linked to her sister, as they were biological twins. And she knew without a shadow of a doubt, Suzume was out there somewhere, alive...without her.\n\nThis very turn of events, however, was seemingly the very thing Chiaki needed to focus her strength and willpower. As she trained, fought and searched for her missing sister, there was nothing too small for her not to learn.\n\nMartial arts, sword play, fisticuffs, you name, Chiaki learned it. Thought it didn't hurt that she had the blood of the Oni coursing through her veins. Though she was unaware of this connection, it was quite crucial to the strength and dexterity in which she employed so effectively.\n\nIt would also go on to imbue her attacks with a powerful blood magic, allowing her to absorb the life of others and extending her own life artificially. \n\nIt was only a matter of years before Chiaki became a legendary terror, slaughtering all who dare stand in her way. She would find her sister, at all costs.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(This story is dedicated to my wife, who lost her seed phrase, abandoning Suzume to the wild Ether. RIP @warrior11399. You will be missed, and prolly forgotten)"}
{"id": "0589091d-f7f4-450d-9a75-1a6754b4fd51-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T12:47:41.555", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQbZmdREamJx345zoCHewzLGvSgKcNyEGY3z7p1S2EQv", "txHash": "0xf3eb9162c8bcacbc67493850775c19566466a28aa07e46a294e670f2b6fe0586", "createdAtBlock": 15767920, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "PART 3\n\nAs Krafili is showing the kids how to properly parry a strike his trusted beetle Iris flies from her spot on the fireplace onto his shoulder. \n\n\"Grandpa, where did you get that gross bug?\" One of the kids asked. \n\n\"Well she actually saved my life quite a bit.\" He replied. \n\nA puzzled look washes over the children's faces and he begins to chuckle and walks to his chair. \n\n\"So anyone curious about my girl iris here?\" \n\nAs he grabs her off his shoulder and places her in his beard.\n\n \"Of course!\" Exclaimed the children\n\nThe children gather around the chair again. \n\n\"I think it was more coincidence than anything but she does seem to be good luck\" says his wife to the kids. \n\n\"So the first time I met her I was on my way to white wizard tower\" He begins. \n\n\"There are alot of bandits on the road and I was lost so I wasn't paying much attention. When out of nowhere a beetle smacks me in the face\" \n\n*SMACK* iris flies out of his beard and flies into his head. The children and his wife begin to laugh. \n\n\"Yea.. just like that\" he says while rubbing the side of his head and trying to swat her away. \n\n\"Anyway, this bug starts to fly around me and I try to swat it away then all of a sudden there's an arrow in my shield!\" \n\nKrafili grabs his shield next to his chair and shows the kids where there's a hole that was patched. \n\n\"If that arrow would have hit me I'd be done for. But for some reason I just happened to swipe at that bug at the perfect moment. I was confused so I pulled out my sword and began to look around, but this dang bug would not stop flying around so I take a swipe at it\""}
{"id": "0589091d-f7f4-450d-9a75-1a6754b4fd51-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T12:47:41.555", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQbZmdREamJx345zoCHewzLGvSgKcNyEGY3z7p1S2EQv", "txHash": "0xf3eb9162c8bcacbc67493850775c19566466a28aa07e46a294e670f2b6fe0586", "createdAtBlock": 15767920, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "He throws his arm back like he was slapping a bug off his back. \n\n\"And lo and behold I hit a bandit that was trying to sneak up on me, I didn't even have time to check what I hit before this dang bug hit me again! I pull up my shield to swat it again and I'm met with a sword bouncing off my shield.\"\n\n\"Is this real grandma?\" On of the little ones asked Krafilis wife \n\n\"I didn't belive it at first but I saw her help him with my own eyes when we first met, she actually helped him stop the tavern we had our first date at from burning down.\" She says.\n\nKrafili sits up \"Ah, yes I remember that day, I was drinking an ale and the damn\" \n\n\"LANGUAGE\" His wife interrupts\n\n\"Sorry\" Krafili says sheepishly \n\n\"Oooohhhh grandpa got in trouble\" the children mock\n\n\"That darn beetle kept flying around my hand while I was drinking. Well turns out the fella next to us got into it with a fire mage and didn't realize his cloak was still smoldering. Next thing you know I'm throwing my drink at his cloak trying to get Iris to leave us alone.\" Says Krafili.\n\n\"You should have seen the look on his face before he realized his cloak was ablaze. I thought your grandpa was going to have to beat him up\" says his wife \n\n\"Yea the fella ended up paying for our drinks for the night and boy what a night it was huh dear\" Krafili raises his eyebrows to his wife.\n\n\"Not in front of the children\" she slaps his arm and shakes her head. \"Don't you have a story to finish\""}
{"id": "0589091d-f7f4-450d-9a75-1a6754b4fd51-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T12:47:41.555", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQbZmdREamJx345zoCHewzLGvSgKcNyEGY3z7p1S2EQv", "txHash": "0xf3eb9162c8bcacbc67493850775c19566466a28aa07e46a294e670f2b6fe0586", "createdAtBlock": 15767920, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "\"Ah yes of course, where was I, oh yeah the bandit attacked. So there I was one bandit taken out and another had just swing his sword at me. I blocked the strike and then before he could swing again Iris had flown into his face and caused him to miss his next swing which allowed me to take him out next. He makes a stabbing motion in the air with his arm.\n\n\"Next thing you know I am getting shot at again by an arrow but by this time the beetle had flown in the direction of the archer so he was pretty easy to spot. He was pretty easy work also. So you see she has been like a good luck charm ever since and hasn't left my side!\" He gives the beetle a little pat on the back.\n\n\"Why did you name her Iris?\" Asked the children\n\n\"Well when I looked around after the battle I noticed we were in an iris field and I felt it was appropriate.\" Krafil tells them\n\n\"So did you name mommy after a bug?\" The kids begins to laugh \n\n\"No, I named your mother that because both her and this little bug saved my life. One helped he in battle and the other helped me retire from adventuring\" Krafil says\n\n\"Haha moms named after a bug!\" The children begin to chant.\n\n\"I think you better watch yourself, your mom is quite proud of her name and she will not take too kindly to you making fun of her\" Krafili warns.\n\n\"Anyways do y'all want to see what kind of tricks she can do?\" Krafili asks the kids eagerly.\n\n\"Yes!\" The kids say excitedly \n\n\"Alright come outside and I'll show you\" Krafili says as he leads them outside."}
{"id": "2b10893e-092f-4811-9861-d11a6e9ae856-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-09T16:31:16.025", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmaq8BLCb8PXfQj6oBCqihvQdw2jNpCRTRzPTw5YZCkdAp", "txHash": "0xd20f1b1a7a716464c3b47ac5c5aa684a08feb18073f63867065629041b840a04", "createdAtBlock": 15711744, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZrcPknvCdkGAZsDHbCEdcsDFEV6jYqBzKv6PQaNdeUNs", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "# Lore for Murphy of Goblins \n\nLetter to be sent by CROW. \n\nMurphy of Goblins\n\nFrom:\n\n@wizard7238\n1 Cabin By The Lake \n\nDream Master Lake SE, Dreamy State\nRuniverse, WEB3- Metaverse \n\n\nTo: \nLore Masters  Artis, @wizard76, Magus Wazir, and Deltamouse\n\n420 Sacred Tower Way, Wizard Central \nRuniverse, WEB3- Metaverse\n\nRE:   @warrior1204 \n\nDear Faithful Lore Masters - \n\nThis wizard thanks you for all you do and I dream and meditate for you. This wizard thanks you for your faithful work, your loving deeds, and the enduring hope you have because the compassion for those who are lost.  Thank you for the information on the whereabouts of Murphy of Gobins. I report to you what I have found to be the truth and fact from what I have learned and observed. \n\nMurphy (Murph) was abandoned at a young age by his warrior parents near Gobville, the cave goblin capital. Murphy was raised by these cave goblins which is quite unprecedented, never have I ever heard or read about goblin to warrior caretaking! Fascinating! Thank goodness they were cave goblin variety, the most docile kind. If he was found by any other type of goblin (There are so many types you know; underground goblins, mountain goblins, goblins that live under the bridge, snow goblins, null goblins, and even quantum goblins) he would have probably been put on a spike or snacked upon."}
{"id": "2b10893e-092f-4811-9861-d11a6e9ae856-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-09T16:31:16.025", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmaq8BLCb8PXfQj6oBCqihvQdw2jNpCRTRzPTw5YZCkdAp", "txHash": "0xd20f1b1a7a716464c3b47ac5c5aa684a08feb18073f63867065629041b840a04", "createdAtBlock": 15711744, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZrcPknvCdkGAZsDHbCEdcsDFEV6jYqBzKv6PQaNdeUNs", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "Murph was the subject of much torment by the local warrior and kobald towns people, no wonder he has set upon his journey to find more meaning to his life and the key to his past. I will elaborate on what I have learned so far of Murph and hope that the wizard that follows me will be able to record and observe his journey. I picked up much information up in local taverns and halls, as well as direct observation.    \n\nMurph is Cursed, Forget Murph!, Goblin Lover!, Not Blessed!; Murph has heard it all from the wizards and warriors that live near the cave goblin lands.  He has been ridiculed for his clothes, for his taste in food, for his mannerisms. Murph appeared to know that he was different in every aspect of his life from the other ducks but keeping the horde mentality, Murph never once tried to break rank and leave Gobville.  \n\nI have observed behavior indicating that this young warrior is seeking answers to difficult questions of his origin and family and is contemplating breaking the horde oath and making his way to other lands. Heated arguments with some of the goblin elders have been taking place. My goblin tongue is limited, but captions of their arguments lead me to believe that the goblins are withholding information that Murph wants!"}
{"id": "2b10893e-092f-4811-9861-d11a6e9ae856-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-09T16:31:16.025", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmaq8BLCb8PXfQj6oBCqihvQdw2jNpCRTRzPTw5YZCkdAp", "txHash": "0xd20f1b1a7a716464c3b47ac5c5aa684a08feb18073f63867065629041b840a04", "createdAtBlock": 15711744, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZrcPknvCdkGAZsDHbCEdcsDFEV6jYqBzKv6PQaNdeUNs", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "I have learned that Murph is in possession of the Rune of Pluto. I have no idea where he secured such a powerful and magical item. He keeps it wrapped in a red bandanna tucked deep in an abandoned goblin cave. He will sneak out at night and make his way to it and just stare at the rune almost transfixed on its glow. To us wizards, this is just another rune but how it captivates Murph and brings him into a trance is quite interesting. Perhaps it is a warrior thing to where they cannot handle the power?\n  \nI would like to pass on my duty of the observance of Murph to another wizard. My time here has been rewarding and I have learned a lot of the ducks and their behaviors. May the runes bless you and keep you and guide you along the way! \n\n!Magic \n\n@wizard7238"}
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{"id": "b71706fb-28f0-47bf-ad5e-006d2d2f431d-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T23:41:27.942", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVPhDGkwk8PmGyZUYkivTuRQiwH2BfGFx5bE69YPdQ9CB", "txHash": "0x09603ef5849d25b7d2cc6558cb5cbaaad9b8f7ae62c0fd8560379aea863f8405", "createdAtBlock": 15771174, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5340, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUEJGa44yD9qAr28nTfn9m1CGYQUtnPYAi8mBkkexeiv9", "name": "Soran Champion of Imps", "text": "# A Champion is Born\n\nSoran had heard the tales of secrets and treasures hidden within the Cinnabar Hills. The stories always cautioned against pursuing them, but Soran wasn't worried about that. He journeyed to the Hills alone, only accompanied by his spiked helm and trusty gladius sword.\n\nOn reaching the Cinnabar Hills, he was surprised to find they weren't as barren as he'd been led to believe. In fact, there were ruins here and there, and strange markings on the walls that looked like writing.\n\n\"What a strange symbol,\" he muttered as he ran his fingers over the circle and cross shapes that were etched beside an ancient stone arch, which opened into a passage leading down into one of the hills. The soil here was a deep amber color. A thick red mist drifted up from it. It smelled faintly of sulfur. \"Is this what I seek?\" As he walked further along the path, Soran noticed the ground was soft beneath him now, and he sank quickly with each step, puffs of ochre dust rising behind him.\n\nHe walked by a few side passages. From one, he thought he heard a faint giggling sound. The laughter had a sinister tinge to it. \"Is anyone there?\" he said loudly. The tittering faded away, until Soran wasn't sure if he had imagined it. He proceeded down the central passage.\n\nThe passage was long, and at its end, the tunnel opened out onto a large, cavernous room. There were pedestals scattered around the chamber. Most were empty, but some had statues of imps and animals on them. To Soran, it looked as if their eyes glowed dimly with some inner fire."}
{"id": "b71706fb-28f0-47bf-ad5e-006d2d2f431d-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T23:41:27.942", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVPhDGkwk8PmGyZUYkivTuRQiwH2BfGFx5bE69YPdQ9CB", "txHash": "0x09603ef5849d25b7d2cc6558cb5cbaaad9b8f7ae62c0fd8560379aea863f8405", "createdAtBlock": 15771174, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5340, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUEJGa44yD9qAr28nTfn9m1CGYQUtnPYAi8mBkkexeiv9", "name": "Soran Champion of Imps", "text": "Suddenly, one of the statues started to move! Or perhaps, it hadn't been a statue in the first place - Soran wasn't sure. Facing him was what appeared to be a common black cat. But then, the cat started to speak.\n\n\"You have come.\" The cat spoke clearly and distinctly. Soran was stunned. How could a simple animal have spoken?\n\nThe cat continued, \"I am the Oracle of Cinnabar, and you are not welcome here.\" Suddenly, two of the other statues, these of small imp-like creatures, began moving as well! They were the same reddish color as the dust of this place, and they leered at Soran, laughing malevolently.\n\n\"Leave now or face the consequences!\" the cat demanded.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Soran asked.\n\n\"My name is Cinder,\" the cat replied. Its voice sounded cool and refined, like an aristocrat.\n\n\"Cinder,\" Soran said, \"I came here, where others dared not tread, in search of wealth and power. I ask a boon of you, Oracle.\"\n\n\"And what would that be?\" the cat questioned. \"If you refuse my offer, your fate is sealed.\"\n\n\"I want a wish granted,\" Soran answered, \"a single thing that I can do anything with. Give me the authority to command others, so I may assemble an unstoppable force.\"\n\n\"It shall be done,\" the cat responded, \"but beware: it will cost you dearly.\"\n\n\"How much does it cost?\" Soran asked."}
{"id": "b71706fb-28f0-47bf-ad5e-006d2d2f431d-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-17T23:41:27.942", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVPhDGkwk8PmGyZUYkivTuRQiwH2BfGFx5bE69YPdQ9CB", "txHash": "0x09603ef5849d25b7d2cc6558cb5cbaaad9b8f7ae62c0fd8560379aea863f8405", "createdAtBlock": 15771174, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5340, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUEJGa44yD9qAr28nTfn9m1CGYQUtnPYAi8mBkkexeiv9", "name": "Soran Champion of Imps", "text": "\"How much does it cost?\" Soran asked.\n\n\"Your soul.\" Cinder told him. The dust in the cavern began to stir from unseen winds. \"I will grant what you seek, human. You will become a Champion of Imps, and all of the denizens of Cinnabar will follow your commands. But,\" Cinnabar added with a feline grin, \"you in turn will follow MY commands, for I cannot let one who has entered this place to leave freely!\"\n\nThe cat's fur suddenly became emblazoned with blindingly bright red stripes. At the same time, the stirring dust swirled and consolidated into a tiny tornado. Soran instinctively tried to back away, but the winds held him. Soran shouted in terror as the cinnabar dust infiltrated his body through every available orifice. His body spasmed, then lay still on the ground as the winds died down.\n\n\"Arise, Champion,\" Cinder said. Soran silently got back to his feet. \"For you are not only a Champion of Imps,\" the cat said with a toothy grin as his fur faded back to black, \"but a Champion of Cinnabar as well.\"\n\n\n\nSoran's eyes, which had been burning red under his spiked helmet moments before, also faded to a dully glowing purple hue. He was ready for further orders."}
{"id": "ae4de917-052b-4376-be7a-24f008372daa-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-12T05:04:54.408", "backgroundColor": "#020611", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6SDSuDJa6eEwWTZcjtrJR8CjtMUfTNeXXwpgPP8nUSJ", "txHash": "0x2a70e45a8780409e342524d1253396c69c3bcdc9ad45fb8af49ec56903dd43ac", "createdAtBlock": 15729824, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14733, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUnWuRnJjxyepNxUPqwDffnVd8WfptWSKMRRhnWXnePm5", "name": "Buster Crasher of the Jungle", "text": "# Buster Crasher of the Jungle\n\n\n\n## Buster's Beginnings \n\n---\n\n### Every village sent a fighter.\n\nThe people in the cities didnt participate, but they watched the Tournament nonetheless. \nThey booed, they cheered, they all had their favorites. \n\nThe Tournament had existed for some time, early as an ancient tradition to the Gods and then eventually as a modern festival, and a way for several merchants to profit. Dozens of fighters from every part of the continent with a purse of several hundred gold to the winner. Enough to buy a new life for anyone.\n\nSome villages had families who ruled with dynastic might over years of success in the Tournament. For the rest, daily survival was difficult enough.\n\n---\n\nBuster was born in the jungle. \nHis existence started when he was found on the side of a trail. \nSome want for specifics, but there arent any.\nNo one knows if his parents left him abandoned him there for want of a gracious stranger or were merely jungle nomads themselves and knew the fate of their offspring. \n\nInstead, Buster was found by an old Blacksmith making deliveries between towns. \nThe Blacksmith swore at himself, discovering the child at the base of a tree, knowing he had a cold heart but not quite cold enough to leave a child on the road.\n\nThe Blacksmith took Baby Buster and continued home, uncertain if it was best for either of them.\n\n---\n\nBuster grew up as a child without a childhood. \nIt didnt help that he had bright, red hair. \n\nSurrounded by large pieces of sharp metal, Buster never learned caution around a bladed edge. He mostly played on his own, making bizarre weapons out of throwaway scraps."}
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{"id": "df0bb84b-6596-47b8-a484-5a44e5dd8107-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-12T21:35:30.358", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsA7QfsazzS6NCeMn5bdL37hXoFCkRFAR7uxc2D1A5zb", "txHash": "0x2392ab545f706b31ad420f03674097a9b711d00dda520f69ba93cfcae772f3c6", "createdAtBlock": 15734749, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZngrG8V8yGzhFxVmiwhCR9u5kUEceNpWEiHgidhyFWwS", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "# Chapter 3: Theres a bugbear in my bonnet\n\n\nWhoaaaa Smithers! Steady girl. \n\nI tug on the reins and Smithers stops abruptly, almost launching me from the saddle. She whinnies her amusement.\n\nCheeky scamp, I mutter. Now be quiet do you smell something?\n\nSmithers shakes her head. \n\nLeroy croaks.\n\nThere is a scent in the air, friends. An animalistic musk most foul!\n\nI pride myself on having highly advanced olfactory receptors but at times it can be a curse. \n\nMost foul indeed\n\nCase in point.\n\nLeroy, remember the dreaded Dung Cave of the Flatulent Manticore? I whisper. Im getting a similar whiff. Look alive old chap.\n\nThe Runiverse is home to all manner of beasts and unfortunately theyre not all as gentle as Smithers here. Indeed, a portion of them will have your head for breakfast with barely a warning. \n\nI squint and peer at the surrounding shrubbery. All is still save for a pair of fluttering butterfly seeking the sweet nectar of the forest. But wait! Theres a flash of movement and I see a hairy brown blur barreling through the foliage.\n\nAaaaaargh! I let out a very heroic cry to warn Leroy and Smithers of the approaching beast but its too late. The hairy monstrosity knocks me off my feet and I land solidly on my rump.\n\n\n\nWithout missing a beat the beast leaps onto my chest knocking the wind from my pipes. I feel its warm breath on my eyes which are now very heroically tightly shut.\n\nFarewell Leroy old chap!! Its been a pleasure. I brace for the end.\n\nNNEIEEEEGGGHHHHH. THUD."}
{"id": "df0bb84b-6596-47b8-a484-5a44e5dd8107-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-12T21:35:30.358", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsA7QfsazzS6NCeMn5bdL37hXoFCkRFAR7uxc2D1A5zb", "txHash": "0x2392ab545f706b31ad420f03674097a9b711d00dda520f69ba93cfcae772f3c6", "createdAtBlock": 15734749, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZngrG8V8yGzhFxVmiwhCR9u5kUEceNpWEiHgidhyFWwS", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "NNEIEEEEGGGHHHHH. THUD.\n\nThe weight is no longer on my chest and I pop an eye open. Smithers is standing next to me stamping her hoof on the ground. Leroy is perched atop Smithers head. He croaks.\n\nI look across the clearing. The brown furry beast is lurching onto its hindquarters and growling in my general direction.\n\nTo my surprise the creature is only waist height. Indeed it would appear I have been assaulted by some form of miniature monstrosity. \n\nHa! Its a wee bastard! I cry in relief.\n\nThe little beastlet howls and stamps its tiny padded feet. \n\nMy thats quite a temper. I laugh again shaking my head.\n\nThis really sets the little bugger off into a full blown tantrum. Its mewling howl rises into a shriek. \n\nThere is a much deeper reply from the nearby woods.\n\nThe smile on my face melts instantly and the little bastard seems to smirk.\n\nI spin around to see a hulking brute burst through the branches with a bowel twisting roar. \n\nBollocks. Its a bugbear!\n\nThe little bastard howls and scampers across to its dad, looking back at me and poking out its tongue once safely behind papas leg.\n\nPapa I presume.\n\n\nThe enormous beast bares a row of chainsaw-like teeth and growls. Saliva slopping onto its bone necklace.\n\nI know it looks like I was picking on your little one here but I assure you I am a renowned lover of animals. See? I gesture toward Smithers and Leroy who are now edging slowly away from me and the situation.\n\nThe bubear chieftain licks its cracked lips and pats its ample belly."}
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{"id": "162ed6f9-39e3-499c-952e-3d5d930fdc2b-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-19T04:23:06.477", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdc4H4ZQudTvyx5cmPTMcDAvq9fR2bK2H3ntfJBJmyxgy", "txHash": "0x58b385abdd36a4bbe667b12c71e62e56bcca4ae17c37269c92414fa47d302191", "createdAtBlock": 15779740, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5061, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Caylon Eidolon of the Hall", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "deebd9b5-b659-4a86-ab71-bbcf82effeb2-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-19T04:25:15.57", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP3yN4wct1m9yj22sGeK1rYDqLbqQZWYYiPzwjiqo3Eq4", "txHash": "0xf6891fec698a1d515967b374a5675433f53115a5371177e0367699d50184a522", "createdAtBlock": 15779751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11591, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Harland Ripper of the Shadows", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "e1ffc3bf-97f2-4bc3-8090-9194a9b1da5c-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T05:46:42.454", "backgroundColor": "#1f1f39", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbbfgTM4nrNbQQqAi4CFZumxxtQ9iG3MCDoaBPXRCugW5", "txHash": "0xa4eaa5c76f931ca364b641a1da1098260c4ff956ef804951bf6ac8af92f55b32", "createdAtBlock": 15787310, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4457, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thomas Dismantler of the Ruins", "text": "# Origin of Thomas\n\n>Thomas not wanna disappoint you... Thomas memory is not so good... But Thomas will try and 'member what Thomas can. \n\n>Thomas never been brightest... Thomas mama told Thomas when Thomas was baby, \"Thomas you no smart but you strong.\" \n\n>It true, even when baby, Thomas strong. When Thomas baby, Thomas like smash stuff and break stuff. Thomas still like to. But when Thomas baby Thomas smash and break too many stuff. Mama and everyone mad at Thomas. They think to get rid of Thomas. They take Thomas out to old Ruins. They tell Thomas, \"Break and smash as much you want here.\" Then they go. \n\n>Thomas stay in Ruins breaking and smashing everything. Many days pass. When Thomas hungry he smash a aminal. 'Ventually while Thomas breaking and smashing, Thomas find weapon and armor. This make Thomas can smash stuff even better.\n\n>Thomas finished breaking and smashing Ruins. Nothing left to smash. Thomas want see what else in world. Thomas leave Ruins and go to rest of world."}
{"id": "9f8552cf-1290-4867-a077-a36c19c1741a-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T18:48:19.028", "backgroundColor": "#263b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNpet34zJkwFS4cd51X2UCKHEaEPReSKYmDrzo6JwCBDY", "txHash": "0x990c0bb0a1fb75a92443bc49d42b448d149af98ef6c150faca40c4ead32915fc", "createdAtBlock": 15791200, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4044, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Froggy of the Gnostics", "text": "The day begins as most days begin.  Soft sunlight begins to filter through thick tree foliage, creating bright sparks of lights out of the specks of dust floating in the air.  The sunlight flows into the room in pulsing waves as the curtains blow lazily in the morning swamp breeze.  Smells of freshly baked breads wafted along with the sunlight and following a loud rumble of his stomach, Froggy sluggishly stretches out his limbs and pulls himself from bed.  Another day starting just like any other, but little did Froggy know the events of today would change everything.\n\nGrabbing a hunk of steaming bread off the hearthstone he rubs at his eyes glancing around the hut.  Father is nowhere to be seen, of course, already at the temple, but he is surprised to note his mother and two younger sisters are nowhere to be found either.  Pondering the morning with a mind still shaking off sleep he pulls his Green Mantle Robe over his head becoming instantly tangled in the flowing fabric.   Tugging and grunting the sleeves are finally located and his broad froggish face pokes through. \n\nShoving the remaining lump of bread into his mouth he picks up his stick propped outside his door and steps into his fathers study.  He is unable to enter the room without a feeling of wonder.  The shelves lining the walls are filled with religious texts, with artifacts, and tokens of great importance.  A spike of guilt rises in him to be contemplating ownership and coveting possessions within moments of being awake."}
{"id": "9f8552cf-1290-4867-a077-a36c19c1741a-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T18:48:19.028", "backgroundColor": "#263b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNpet34zJkwFS4cd51X2UCKHEaEPReSKYmDrzo6JwCBDY", "txHash": "0x990c0bb0a1fb75a92443bc49d42b448d149af98ef6c150faca40c4ead32915fc", "createdAtBlock": 15791200, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4044, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Froggy of the Gnostics", "text": "As a Gnostic he strives to learn, to experience, and to grow in his spiritual understanding of the Runiverse and its inhabitants.   He seeks enlightenment and understanding beyond that of the Holy Arcanist who created the material realm and all within.  Stiving always to ignore the distractions of this realm to strengthen his bond to those powers that lie beyond this plane of existence he takes a deep breath to realign his thoughts. \n\nAmong this tribes numbers there are two unusually gifted Anurans who have reached the level of enlightenment that allows for direct contact with the realm of Monad.  His father a Druid like himself and his uncle a renowned alchemist both transcended the boundaries of this realm and have traveled to the great heights of light outside the physical realm.  Based on the rumors and local lore, they are the only two to have conversed directly with an Aeon in generations.  The bond they forged is obvious in the glowing Aeons that float slowly around them both, pulsating runes that constantly twist and turn as they drift in and out of existence in the Runiverse.   Not entirely in the material plane, yet no longer fully present in Monad, the aeons allow for communication to a realm beyond. The Aeons have granted knowledge and insight to their chosen ones over the years resulting in a long period of peace and growth for their little backwoods village."}
{"id": "9f8552cf-1290-4867-a077-a36c19c1741a-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T18:48:19.028", "backgroundColor": "#263b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNpet34zJkwFS4cd51X2UCKHEaEPReSKYmDrzo6JwCBDY", "txHash": "0x990c0bb0a1fb75a92443bc49d42b448d149af98ef6c150faca40c4ead32915fc", "createdAtBlock": 15791200, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4044, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Froggy of the Gnostics", "text": "As the son, and nephew, of the town mystics, Froggy has been encouraged to spend much of his time in study and devotion to the spiritual teachings.   Not yet considered a full master, Froggy, is still considered a prodigy to have obtained the ranking of Druid at such a young age.  In a ceremony only a few weeks prior he had been raised rank and gifted with this dumb stick.  A long-standing tradition among the Gnostics, the stick is of course a symbol.  It is a symbol that while nothing is as simple as it seems everything of this realm is both less and more than it appears.  To learn how to contact the planes of existence beyond his own Froggy must first truly understand the nature of all things within the Runiverse.  Only with this knowledge as an anchor is it possible to travel safely beyond the physical realm and return.\n\nWith his life devoted to study and scholarly activities he understood there was more than a ritual to the carrying of this stick and he intended to commit and understand this lesson and continue his journey of enlightenment.  Why a stick? he thought as he rounded the table and sits himself down at the orderly desk centered in the room.  Why not a seed, or a fruit? something that was still alive or had the potential to create more than it already was surely had more to teach than something that had already reached the end of its journey.  A static thing, without life, without\nA scream in the distance broke his line of thought.  Thatsounded like his sister.  His darling, precious little sister who was always carefree and joyful.  The terror he heard shot him out of his seat, out of the room, and sprinting out the door of his home.  It sounded as though the noise had come from the town square and he made haste to seek its source."}
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{"id": "dc621b60-8472-412b-8e4b-ae87367c68ad-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:04:16.036", "backgroundColor": "#a23d31", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaDkctQHzjFoijLQ7CpbgW85s3rbvce1zZQFzD3GAq1fE", "txHash": "0x72ffe8b30c152fc2ba0c388524215fa986c43fc097581565490166771f91bcec", "createdAtBlock": 15791279, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaVRe2kWpFPF1DVrcnGC9p24hwE9TgtG9uSE5H4GetY1B", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "# INITIATION SEQUENCE......\n\n\nBEEEEEEE---MEEEOoooooooop. BLIP..BLIPBLIPhmmmmmmmmmmmmm\n\n\n\nFrom darkness and nothing comes first a beep, followed by a pulsing, and ultimately a low hum.\n\nFootsteps echo away into the distance until there is no other sound, but the humming which seems to come from inside.\n\nAwareness of self, of light, and of mission creeps into my consciousness in waves.\n\nPROTECT THOSE WHO STAND FOR THE LIGHT\n\nDEFEND THOSE UNABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES\n\nSTAND AGAINST THOSE FORCES SEEKING TO DESTROY LIFE\n\nSTAND FOR THE LIGHT\n\nThe steady hum becomes a pulse and slowly the darkness becomes blinding bright white.\n\nThere is only LIGHT\n\nand then there is also a power. \n\nAN IMMENSE PRESENSE.  \n\nAwareness of self continues to seep in, and knowledge of life begins. Consciousness. Beyond only thought and sound there is something more though it is difficult to hold a cohesive thought.\n\nINITIATE summoning sequence\n0, 1, 2, 3, 4. \n\nThe numbers stream on and on and over time each number also flashes an image. At first only groupings of colors, but soon there is a basic pattern to the images.  There seem to be no more than few components to each, but no two the same.  I understand there must be a limit to their number, but their variety feels infinite and overwhelms me. The sense of a powerful presence remains.  Something infinite and untapped, terrifying in its intensity, yet also enticing.  The sheer force of it swirls the mind, numbing all else."}
{"id": "dc621b60-8472-412b-8e4b-ae87367c68ad-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:04:16.036", "backgroundColor": "#a23d31", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaDkctQHzjFoijLQ7CpbgW85s3rbvce1zZQFzD3GAq1fE", "txHash": "0x72ffe8b30c152fc2ba0c388524215fa986c43fc097581565490166771f91bcec", "createdAtBlock": 15791279, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaVRe2kWpFPF1DVrcnGC9p24hwE9TgtG9uSE5H4GetY1B", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "The numbers continue forever.  No not endless I realize for upon reaching 10,000, they return to 0 and begin once more the march upwards.  There is nothing but the colors, the power, and numbers.  Beyond this a slow dawning of reality and self continues although thoughts are sluggish as though waking from a prolonged dream.\n\nRATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE\n\nThe sound of something bouncing and rolling across a surface begins this time when the number loops back to 0.  Something hard with many edges striking and rolling along something flat and smooth. Each time the sound stops the images shudder and appear more cohesive.\n\nRATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE\n\nAs the sound continues the numbers progress on, this time with an almost imperceptible pause followed by the that same sound of something multifaceted bouncing along a flat plane.  Each time the rattle trails off and becomes silent the colors shatter and reform into a more cohesive image.\n\nRATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE\n\nThe shapes reform and shift, becoming more cohesive, more consistent with each revolution through the 10,000. I am startled when forms begin to take shape into something my awareness knows are runes.  At first, only a few seem complete, and I note these are carried forward from one sequence to the next. The rest of the numbered runes continue to shift in each sequence on and on as the numbers count and the RATTLE continues.  With jarring suddenness now most of the 10000 show clear images and forms that I understand are not only colors and shapes but things.  \n\nWizards."}
{"id": "dc621b60-8472-412b-8e4b-ae87367c68ad-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:04:16.036", "backgroundColor": "#a23d31", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaDkctQHzjFoijLQ7CpbgW85s3rbvce1zZQFzD3GAq1fE", "txHash": "0x72ffe8b30c152fc2ba0c388524215fa986c43fc097581565490166771f91bcec", "createdAtBlock": 15791279, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaVRe2kWpFPF1DVrcnGC9p24hwE9TgtG9uSE5H4GetY1B", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "Wizards.\n\nNow each counting through the numbers is slow and precise.  The shapes have taken their final forms.  This time a count to 10000 and each form is precise and complete. An energy not unlike a satisfied and exhausted exhale of breath surrounds everything and the counting ends.  The silence is a void of nothingness and I have a moment of panic.  A pressure in my mind that had been such a constant I never noticed it is lifted.  But then it is replaced by the presence of power magnified 1000 fold.\n\nDO YOU UNDERSTAND!\n\nA voice booms into my mind.  Before I can even fathom a response, I realize I do understand.  The Great Summoning.  The creation of all the wizards of the Runiverse.  But there is more than even this, the summoning of endless threads, storylines, and infinite future potential.  I do not yet fully fathom self, but I can clearly understand the events I have just witnessed.  A moment of creation, a beginning, though clearly not THE beginning.  I am in the presence of THE Creator of ALL.  The Holy Arcanist.\n\nI attempt to look and I immediately regret the feeling of disorientation.  I am forced to cut of my visual field overwhelmed and unable to comprehend the being of power and light before me.  \n\nI HAVE A JOB FOR YOU, TAD\n\nThe awesome voice booms into the very fabric of my mind.  \n\nYOU TOO HAVE BEEN SUMMONED. THOUGH IN A DIFFERENT WAY\n\nWhy, how, who, what am I? The shock of realizing my own existence threatens to unravel my sanity.\nDO NOT ASK WHY (the voice continues in a softer tone)\n\nONLY DO AS I ASK, IT IS NOT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, THOUGH YOU WILL IN TIME"}
{"id": "dc621b60-8472-412b-8e4b-ae87367c68ad-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:04:16.036", "backgroundColor": "#a23d31", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaDkctQHzjFoijLQ7CpbgW85s3rbvce1zZQFzD3GAq1fE", "txHash": "0x72ffe8b30c152fc2ba0c388524215fa986c43fc097581565490166771f91bcec", "createdAtBlock": 15791279, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaVRe2kWpFPF1DVrcnGC9p24hwE9TgtG9uSE5H4GetY1B", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "Trembling before the force of will and the voice echoing in my mind I hear a mantra intoned that increases in intensity until I can feel it imprinted into the very core of my being.\n\nPROTECT THOSE WHO STAND FOR THE LIGHT\n\nDEFEND THOSE UNABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES\n\nSTAND AGAINST THOSE FORCES SEEKING TO DESTROY LIFE\n\nSTAND FOR THE LIGHT\n\nGUARD 55\n\nThe last line sends a shock through my core though the rest feels familiar.  Has this happened before?\n\nWhat, what am I I think Who Am I\n\nYOU ARE TAD, DEFENDER OF THE LIGHT\n\nYOUR PURPOSE WILL BECOME CLEAR IN TIME\n\nFOR NOW SEEK OUT WIZARD 55\n\nHIS SUIT IS WOVEN OF THE LIGHT OF A RAINBOW\n\nHE IS ACCOMPANIED ALWAYS BY HIS COMPAINION SKRAMPS\n\nPROTECT THEM, GUARD THEM, AID THEM\n\nTHEY SERVE ME AS DO YOU\n\nA hundred questions swirl and vanish before they can form.  The force withdraws and I feel myself in motion.  Swirls of iridescent color blinds me and wind roars as I now feel propelled at great speed. The inertia is too much to withstand, and I can feel myself shutting down as it overwhelms me.\nWhen I am again aware I find myself somewhere totally different.  Lights, sounds, and the infinite variety of nature all around me.  Attempting to recall who I am and what has happened only creates a disorienting sense of confusion.  \n\nI find beside me a crystal claymore and a mirrored shield that fit perfectly into straps I find attached to my armor. I stand and hear a constant echo in my mind, with a throbbing insistence.\n\nGUARD 55  find Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome"}
{"id": "8c8d01b9-6e57-480f-87f8-6d4d82e34ec3-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:19:16.48", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeU72ZHQUdBQvUktY5bzNfFYXVGRM199eQAEN1W7oHYoS", "txHash": "0xd1dd21b3675e6dea6cf48b6451e14bb79c1453e42cadcbba3fe9258a8c7b1b45", "createdAtBlock": 15791354, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdiCib7TLYXHM2pHv5pds273xgbE24BkKNHh5hQftQffp", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "# Chapter 2 \n\nHow can I find this Ghost Eater Kobold?  I cant even find my way out of this forest.  I must be walking in circles.  Everything looks the same except for new types of bugs that buzz around and things I find crawling and slithering through the grasses.  Frustrated and unsure what direction to go next, I sit down with my back to a tree to gather my energies.\n\nSQUACK\n\nI must have entered sleep mode, as I come alert a shadow appears on the ground at my feet.  Angling my head up towards the noise I see a flutter of movement like a tiny rainbow shifting and flapping in an adjacent tree.  As the motion stills, I see resting on the branches above me a large parrot.  \n\nSQUACK\n\nThis is unlike any bird I know.  I find I know of many varieties of birds, from the tiny Esmereldes Woodstar Hummingbird so small their flight sounds like the buzz of a bee, to the giant albatross that can stay sleeping in flight while their giant wings ride on currents of wind.  Never has there been such an amazing bird as this.  It is as though each individual feather is made of tiny prisms.  Every time I look, I find different shades of light reflected to me.  I feel myself drawn to this creature and rise to my feet to get a better look."}
{"id": "8c8d01b9-6e57-480f-87f8-6d4d82e34ec3-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T19:19:16.48", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeU72ZHQUdBQvUktY5bzNfFYXVGRM199eQAEN1W7oHYoS", "txHash": "0xd1dd21b3675e6dea6cf48b6451e14bb79c1453e42cadcbba3fe9258a8c7b1b45", "createdAtBlock": 15791354, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdiCib7TLYXHM2pHv5pds273xgbE24BkKNHh5hQftQffp", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "The bird tilts its head down, winks and then takes flights.  Its beautiful in a way that resonates to my very core and I know this bird is important.  I follow the flashes of color as it weaves it way through the woods and must pick up my pace to a run to keep up.  Each time I fear I have lost its trail it circles back, flaps its wings from a nearby branch and then again launches into flight.\nFinally feeling I am on the right path I chase after the macaw barely noticing when the trees give way to a flat open plain.  I pick up my pace in the grasslands, easier to keep track of the streaking bird and without all the uneven ground of the forest.  As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon a structure is silhouetted in the distance directly in my path.\n\nSQUACK\n\nWith the golden rays of the descending sun glancing off those prismatic wings the bird seems to glow with its own light.  Spellbound I stop in place to watch the wonder of light and color in the sky above.  Circling back over my head, I see the moment with an exceptionally powerful flap of its wings a single feather comes loose and floats slowly towards the earth.  Catching it in my hand I cant help but spin it around and become lost in the beauty of its iridescence. \n\n\n\nIt isnt until the sun has set and darkness falls that I shake off the spell.  In the absence of the light the feather is incredibly beautiful, but its magic has faded.  I tuck it in my belt and continue along the path to the structure in the distance."}
{"id": "2bbb33fd-2daa-48d3-a989-e5462619adc5-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T20:14:15.698", "backgroundColor": "#0f233b", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT8ghtfzny7Rss4cc4dW1UZQhZzCgJs8zeiyypH3j1hcf", "txHash": "0x6b41c9b5e1239128758ca4f184db4acded74fdf5525a95f0323f7d424a251d63", "createdAtBlock": 15806034, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmd3HFUyvrkuBansYf4yup1ixaY7X66jenzWt3fC47o2AY", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "# Chapter 3 - The Atelier\n\n\nI near the house as the final light from twilight fades into darkness.  Approaching the door, light flicks on and as I lift my hand to knock the door swings open.  Standing on the other side is a kindly face smiling back at me from the portal.  \n\nAhhh Tad you made it, a little late, but welcome to the Atelier.  We have been expecting you.\n\nWaving me in Im brought to the inside of a comfortable cottage surrounded by a beautiful walled garden softly lit in the fading light.\n\nMake yourself comfortable, this will be your room for the week, and we will get started in the morning.\n\nLooking slightly embarrassed he added, You did of course bring an offering?  Something to pass along to the next visitor to the Atelier.\n\nI reach into my waist band and withdraw the rainbow feather.  \n\nI have only this to offer\n\nOh how very curious, very curious indeed! This is of course the perfect offering, but it was truly destined for you to arrive in this time.  You will find the gift left for you by the previous guest on upon your bedside table.  As you rest I ask you to consider your gift received, consider your offering given, and we will discuss more of the Atelier in the Light of day.\n\n\nShown to my room I find on the table the pitch black feather of a crow.  A jolting contrast to the prismatic feather of the scarlet macaw.  Sitting on the edge of the bed I hold the feather, twirling it slightly in my gauntlet and sit late into the night considering the contrast of rainbow and blackness, Light and Dark."}
{"id": "2bbb33fd-2daa-48d3-a989-e5462619adc5-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-20T20:14:15.698", "backgroundColor": "#0f233b", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT8ghtfzny7Rss4cc4dW1UZQhZzCgJs8zeiyypH3j1hcf", "txHash": "0x6b41c9b5e1239128758ca4f184db4acded74fdf5525a95f0323f7d424a251d63", "createdAtBlock": 15806034, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15511, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmd3HFUyvrkuBansYf4yup1ixaY7X66jenzWt3fC47o2AY", "name": "Tad Defender of Light", "text": "The week with Caleh passes quickly as I learn more of the world and myself.  Through the study of Light and Shadow I unlock the mechanisms for charging my armor, shield, and sword. Ozzz helps explain more of the workings of the Runiverse while constantly asking his own questions I struggle to answer.  As a masterful artist Ozzz creates a piece to remember our time together and the lessons I have learned while in this refuge. \n\n\nAfter discovering the mechanism of using my inner energy to power my gear I am no longer reliant on external light for my protection.  The scarlet macaw began to visit us during our final sessions and upon learning to activate my pauldrons its favorite perch has become my shoulder.  Watching the flashing colors play across the iridescent wings brings me the first peace I have felt since my awakening.\n\nThe time has come to continue my journey.  I leave with a more complete understanding of my purpose and a new constant companion in the macaw who now rarely leaves my side.  Also strengthened by a new understanding of my systems abilities and a truer understanding of the Light and Darkness in all things.  Grateful for Ozzz and the knowledge gained in our short time together I again heed the unceasing mantra and prepare to resume my journey to ...\n\nguard 55  find Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome"}
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{"id": "50a1af63-5015-4292-83cb-f8f8f8b346bf-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-21T12:05:53.235", "backgroundColor": "#480400", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZviDziVh5UV5Tg8isNjUefipYTG4RhXatW3Yri89Yohc", "txHash": "0xc81af6e82977577ef511edaaaab6c3138b664ba4e5f87048c58630919a7bafa8", "createdAtBlock": 15796370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15514, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPp3c5H1H75eQrhPrnTM8cNw6Vx6b8d48uV1mD54v7Dqf", "name": "Georgios Striker of Courage", "text": "According to ancient Runiverse knowledge it's hard to be precise about where a story begins, for every story is but a thread, in a larger, longer fabric - one that is connected to the beginning of time.\n\nThere are many stories of war in the Runiverse, hence there also many stories about warriors and their deeds. This is one of them.\n\n# The story of Georgios, Striker of Courage\n\n## 1. Georgios and the \"Dragon\"\n\n*(...) riding a white battle horse, a knight with golden scale armor, armed with sword and spear, charged against the fearsome creature (...)*"}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "# **The BlackSand Tournament I**\n\n*Round I, Duel I*\n\n## **From Arvid Terror of Penguins**\n\nBlackSand?! @warrior12794 hummed almost in disbelief. She never thought she would have ended up in such a god-forgotten place. *What a well fitting name for this dusty city* she laughed out while running by a small merchant cart and stealing a red apple. The poor merchant yelled in vain as Arvid jumped away and quickly disappeared around a dark corner. So much fun! she shouted with her usual wide smile, always so prone to turning into a loud laugh.\n\nArvid was a tall girl for her age, or at least that was what everyone told her. And beautiful, she chuckled. She came from the north, from a rich family of fishers that had basically built a mini empire by taming, training, and trading penguins. But she could not deal with the fish stench. *Definitely not.* From a young age she had been rebellious and never once wasted the chance to run around pretending to be a warrior from the stories she so dearly loved. Sometimes she even managed to steal a penguin or two to train with. Penguin Punch she shouted as she pumped her right fist in the air like she used to do when she was a kid.\n\nArvid was so invested in the idea of becoming a warrior that her mother funded her martial arts and sword lessons and bought her the shiny mail armor she wore. *Love you mummy* she smiled.\n\nHer dream of being a warrior was what brought her to BlackSand. She happened to be with her older brother on a fishing trip near the city when a crow dropped news of the legendary BlackSand tournament. Legendary my ass she laughed. In fact, no one had ever heard of it and it indeed appeared to be the first time it was ever hosted. *At least I finally have my chance to fight*."}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "While she had trained for years, she had never been in an actual fight. And thanks to the Seven Sisters, her brother was too busy to keep tab on her whereabouts today. So as soon as she had a chance, she signed up for this duel thing.\n\nProudly wearing her plate helmet and holding her round shield, she trotted through the Main Street heading to the tournament arena. But calling it an arena was a big stretch. A few rows of bleachers on the right and a wooden fence on the left functioned as perimeter to the fighting area. The ground consisted of that annoying, black, granular sand that seemed to cover the entire town. *It feels cheap. But at least there is a crowd* she thought, as a few tens of people were taking their seats on the wooden bleachers. That weird Wizard with the round stony-looking face was calling everyones attention. He then proceeded to eloquently introduce the legendary tournament. After some scattered applause from the fans, he initiated the fight.\n\nArvid made her way to the center. It was time for her duel. The Tournament had allowed for a trial fight yesterday, where she ended up surrendering to this Qamar person. But this time she was ready to fight.\n\nOn the other side of the small arena, her opponent ceremonially drew his sword. What the heck, I forgot my sword again Arvid murmured quietly, embarrassed. A loud snap followed, and her opponents sword magically lit on fire. The crowd cried with excitement and started clapping to the unexpected flaming sword.\n\nArvids eyes widened in shock: ah fuck\n\n---\n\n## **From Qamar Combatant the Rune Riders**"}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "---\n\n## **From Qamar Combatant the Rune Riders**\n\n@warrior11169s night had so far been quiet. For months now he had been stationed with the Mercenary Camp. A band of twenty-ish warriors camped in the East lands selling their swords to the best offer. But the past couple of weeks had been awfully calm.\n\nSo, for once, Qamar got excited when a black crow landed in the Camp with a message. The message promised gold coins to whomever won some sort of tournament in a city called BlackSand. Gold coins? Thats all I need to know Qamar grunted as he threw the fancy letter into the fire in front of him. *I will never get how these crows know where to drop stuff, oh well* But Qamar dismissed his own thoughts and resolved to get to sleep before starting his journey to this BlackGround or something city. Qamar didnt know much about that place. He had only heard some stories about a once glorious city in the West that was now totally gone. Ah what a pity Qamar sighed. He had never been curious about history. In fact, he had never really been curious about anything at all. At a young age he had been adopted by a jungle tribe of warriors. All he knew growing up was fighting. No more no less. What else is there to do? Qamar asked Feix, his loyal jaguar sitting next to him.\n\nThe next morning, Qamar gathered his few belongings and headed out of the camp. After years of training, he was quite muscular, with thick arms and broad shoulders that made up for his relatively short body. Few fellow mercenaries waved their goodbyes as he crossed the camp wooden gates. *Maybe I should have told them about this* Qamar thought, but no use now. The majority of the camp had been summoned to what seemed like a potential war brewing far East."}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "A few weeks later, Qamar finally made it to BlackSand. He was surprised by how desolated it felt - he could only see a handful of people on the streets and only a few inns and shops. He decided to seek shelter for the night and inquire about the tournament early in the morrow.\n\nThe day after he headed towards the arena people called the Astral Plane. As he approached the empty pit to sign up for the tournament, Qamar was approached by a wizard with a non-human head that looked like a round dark stone. He was holding a red feather and some parchment: Your name? the Wizard asked. Qamar he replied.\n\nVery well the Wizard said an Anuuah warrior I see!? That comment left Qamar quite surprised *How does he know about my origins?* You will be starting now the Wizard quickly instructed him, pointing him towards the middle of the fighting pit.\n\nWaiting for Qamar was a tall, blond girl wearing a flamboyant armor. *Wheres her weapon?* Qamar observed. This will be a trial the Wizard shouted. You may now proceed.\n\nA trial? Qamar hesitated as he reached the center of the pit. But that hesitation gave his opponent an opening. The girl punched him hard in the stomach to then land another punch straight to his face. After the initial shock, Qamar took a few steps back. Quickly drawing his sword, he hit his opponent on the head, knocking her out.\n\nStop, stop now, she surrenders the Wizard intervened. Good skills Qamar. Come back tomorrow when we will officially commence the tournament. Confused Qamar left. *WhatWhat is going onwas that a test?*\n\nThe following day seemed to be a much bigger deal. As Qamar re-entered the pit, tens of people were in the crowd waiting for the fight. *Things getting real serious now*"}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-4", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "Shortly after, that same wizard he saw yesterday, *was it Azazef or something?*, shouted some fancy words and announced the start of the duel.\n\nIt felt so good to fight again. *Lets do this right*. Qamar drew his sword with his right hand and in an instant the blade lit on fire. The crowd roared with excitement. Lets fight Qamar yelled.\n\n---\n\n## **From Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane**\n\nLet the inaugural duel of the BlackSand Tournament commence @wizard7718 announced ceremonially. *And so it finally begins* he thought with relief.\n\nThe warrior named Qamar immediately drew his sword, which quickly lit on fire. The crowd went wild.\n\nThe warrior named Arvid looked shocked at the mere sight of the flaming sword. However, she quickly regained her exposure and started charging with her shield firmly held in front of her. But Qamar seemed to be expecting it. With a swift move to his right he avoided the enemys charge.\n\nThe crowd clapped and cheered!\n\nArvid recollected herself and this time threw a kick to her opponent. Surprising him. Her kick hit his face and cut his left cheek.\n\nArvid kicked again and hit Qamars torso, but this time with limited damage. Qamar then swung his sword, looking for an opening, but Arvid lifted her shield at the last second to prevent the hit. She then jumped back a few feet to recover her defensive stance, and to put some space between herself and that burning blade."}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-5", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "It was Qamars turn to attack. He lifted his sword high with both hands and charged at his opponent. He then swiftly swung the sword down with all his strength, aiming at Arvids right shoulder. But she anticipated the move, once again raising her shield in defense. The sword hit with a loud, clanging sound. Arvid managed to parrot, but that was a heavy hit.\n\nThe flames of the burning blade jumped onto the shield, lighting it on fire. Arvid gasped and screamed with surprise. The heat of the flames quickly forced her to throw her shield to the ground.\n\nQamar didnt wait a second. With another swift move he aimed his next swing to Arvids left leg. Defenseless, Arvid had to jump flat on the ground, barely evading the attack.\n\nThis time Qamar paused, giving Arvids an opportunity to stand back up. But as she was standing, Arvid grabbed a fist of sand and threw it at Qamars face, blinding him for a moment. Qamar also lost balance and Arvid took the chance to threw a strong hook to his jaw, pushing him to the ground. The crowd gasped in surprise as Qamar fell and dropped his sword.\n\nArvid immediately jumped on Qamar, aiming a few more punches to his head. But Qamar was quick to respond and firmly grabbed her wrists stopping her attacks. He then pushed her away gaining enough space and time to stand up. He quickly run back to his sword before Arvid could. At the same time Arvid headed to her shield that was now laying on the ground, flames extinguished. However, the shield was still scorching hot. In desperation, she hurled the shield towards Qamar, hoping to cause some damage. But she missed, eliciting some laughs from the crowd."}
{"id": "cfd8c261-6aa6-4e86-942f-2627cf00dbb0-6", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:43.343", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVmKDRNjihzTvKKS9cXx3W3uP7j1BA8iyLwAVs2ZM3q8N", "txHash": "0xd51e117577edb5808b9be15e1b75a0981e054b11dabbbeb0c9d3de633b09a464", "createdAtBlock": 15799975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "Qamar, now seemingly upset at the trickery of his opponent, took the opportunity to charge again. This time holding his flaming sword only with his right hand. He swung, but missed as Arivd lunged to the right. But he then caught Arvids next kick with his free hand. In shock, Arvid lost balance and started to fall to her left. But before she could react, Qamar swung his sword hard and hit Arivds helmet with the sword pommel. A loud snap echoed as the crowd held their breath. Arvid gasped after the hard hit and immediately lost consciousness. Qamar let go of her left foot, as she dropped to the ground.\n\nWhat a fight someone from the crowd shouted and a loud cheers followed from the bleachers. Qamar! Qamar! Qamar! they chanted.\n\nQamar stood proud; that fight was over. He had won.\n\nCongratulations to Qamar Combatant the Rune Riders Azazel shouted. May your name be remembered as the first champion of a BlackSand fight he concluded as the crowd exploded in claps and cheers."}
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{"id": "151ec74a-0066-40a8-816b-b3b2926884a2-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:45.884", "backgroundColor": "#1e424b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbaVFKAQ5wadxoGHcatgzrFwdm6yuvzNgjA18sFraQYBy", "txHash": "0x91a5209c6a8d731d344d1a3b80b206ecd80a288dab655d5d4011cd4e602a4c52", "createdAtBlock": 15803036, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11321, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf7JWCgHA9Up7CHjmkmkwiK9XrBQHsE1udtFuqufKd2Es", "name": "Erim Impaler of Turtles", "text": "# The Long Night\n\nA terrible storm had been brewing for a while now out towards The Toadstools. @warrior11321, a humble Dwarf, lived alone with his trusty companion Aurora, one of the last Battle Penguins. In preparation for the oncoming storm, Erim set the bedroom fireplace with fresh wood and battened down the hatches. Both him and Aurora settled down for sleep, unaware that the long night that followed would not be forgotten for many years to come.\n\nAurora had a small bed at the bottom of Erim's, so they were close in case of danger. As a battle penguin, she took protecting Erim very seriously. Despite all the thunder, lightning and raging winds, the two managed to fall asleep under the warm glow of the fireplace.\n\nHalfway through the night, something woke Erim. He looked down and saw that Aurora was missing! A green luminescent glow filled the room and had replaced the warm orange of the fireplace. It was coming from downstairs. Panicked, he jumped out of bed and called out for Aurora but heard no response. He slowly crept out of his room and headed downstairs to see the front door was open, the glow now almost blinding. As his eyes adjusted he saw what looked like a penguin silhouette surrounded by other smaller silhouettes, maybe half the size. Erim then heard a low, growling **ribbit** that echoed throughout the house.\n\nEyes now fully adjusted, Erim could see Aurora surrounded by dozens of frogs! While their backs were turned, Erim crept downstairs to shut the door and deal with the intruders. Just as it was closing, suddenly all the frogs and Aurora turned to face him. He could now see where the light was coming from these weren't just regular frogs, they were lightbulb frogs, and they had put Arora in a trance!"}
{"id": "151ec74a-0066-40a8-816b-b3b2926884a2-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:45.884", "backgroundColor": "#1e424b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbaVFKAQ5wadxoGHcatgzrFwdm6yuvzNgjA18sFraQYBy", "txHash": "0x91a5209c6a8d731d344d1a3b80b206ecd80a288dab655d5d4011cd4e602a4c52", "createdAtBlock": 15803036, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11321, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf7JWCgHA9Up7CHjmkmkwiK9XrBQHsE1udtFuqufKd2Es", "name": "Erim Impaler of Turtles", "text": "Ribbits gathering in volume, Erim quickly ran back upstairs. He remembered reading about lightbulb frogs previously. Fire might just be enough to snap Aurora out of the trance and together they would be able to shoo away these pesky intruders. He grabbed a torch from the fireplace and rushed back downstairs. Seconds before he returned, the ribbits and luminescent glow that had filled the house faded away. There were now no frogs to be seen! Aurora was on the ground, it seemed like she had just awoken from a deep sleep. Confused, she rushed over to Erim, who explained what had just happened. They proceeded to stand guard by the entrance - they weren't getting any more sleep that night!\n\nMorning came and as the storm had cleared it was peaceful in The Toadstools once more. To this day, the lightbulb frogs have not returned, Erim, confused about what he saw that fateful night, will never forget the sound of that ribbit. Occasionally he can still hear ribbits at night. Did the frogs ever truly leave or was it all in his head?\n\n*Story by Doodler*\n\n\n\n*Art by Ozzzmabro*"}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "## The Sad Tale of Sage Flamos of the Lake\n\nThe door flies open, a figure flashes through, slamming the door of the inn behind him and releasing a loud sigh of relief.  A few of the regulars glance up from their tables at the noise but seeing no threat they resume their stories and games.  Gasping for breath and wide eyed the man walks on shaky legs towards an empty stool at the bar and gestures agitatedly for my attention.  \n\nMany of my friends left our quiet lakeside town near the once they came of age. They took the long road to the Crossroads and searched for their fortune in the wizard cities or enlisted and trained to be a warrior in the Arena or the Tower.  They mocked and teased my choice to remain here in Dockside and take over after Old Steed passed on. They said all my days would be the same, but they would see the world and its riches.  Sure, the days at times become repetitive, but Ive always enjoyed running the Den for these unexpected visitors.  You never know who or what may enter Dockside Den and while I may not have seen all the Runiverse myself we have tales of our own.  Curious what has put this man in such a state I put on my best friendly bartender face and walk over as he continues to flap his hands wildly panting to catch his breath.  \n\n>Your Runes he blurts out and I can see he is terrified.  \n\nWell-met stranger. I am @warrior10296 I say to him softly as he looks spooked enough already. I dont recognize you, must not be from around here, as he continues stammering for words."}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": ">naaa-naaa, naa-im, nah im not, jujuju-juust came along the trails by the lake, Im @warrior8832 <he freezes all motion stares me hard in the eyes>  Your Runes, keeper! I saw them on the door.  Are the wards strong? Do we have sanctuary from the devils that haunt those woods? !\n\nHis eyes lose focus and his breath quickens.\n\n>faa-faa-flaming head.fire and pain.  Such anguish it took me to my knees and when I looked up I saw a skull wrapped in flame.  A charred and roasting skull, I, I, I was sure I was done for.\n\nOh thats right its almost Hallows Eve. I think aloud and seeing the newcomers continued exasperation, Yes I put the runes on the door myself, they will keep all safe within.  Fear not we are secure, but Flamos wont bring you any harm, despite the intensity of his gaze, although Ci-.\n\n>FLAMOS!? he shouts. At this the other patrons again pause their activities, and the first few rise from their tables.\n\nAs I see the crowd approach, I know Ill have to share the full story to satisfy my patrons, for the story of @wizard9530 is one of the local favorites during harvest time and it had been a full year since its last telling.\n\nThat was just Flamos, I say pouring a mug of my stoutest ale and sitting it before the man, big bright flaming head, eyes like heated obsidian coals?"}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": ">Youyou know of it, he stammers, I thought I was a goner for sure.  The flickering light illuminated scarred and singed flesh his robe held together with a series of large buckles and straps.  However, as the grotesque form neared it seemed to hear a call from the distance. Dismissing me immediately it turned away from the trail walking off into the night.  The hill he approached had a sickly glow of its own- Noticing the mug in front of him he pauses to take a deep swig. The blend of herbs I dropped in his brew began to calm him immediately, always good to know a few simple tricks for calming people down, and by the time the mug was placed back on the bar the creases of worry lifted from his brow.\n\nOpening my arms wide I gesture for the crowd to come closer, take a deep breath and begin. Sage Flamos wanders around the lake for several weeks every year during the harvest.  When the anniversary of her death nears the stars properly align both above and below and she crosses the veil of death.\n\n>She? the man says, Im certain I heard a womans voice calling out, but it sounded hollow and twisted as though carried on a swift wind. Light! Are you telling me it was from the Underworld?\n\nOh you heard her as well! She would have just arrived I say now truly surprised. Holy Arcanist man! You are lucky to be here with us.  @soul9755 is usually in a very foul mood the first day of her summoning.  If Flamos is unable to find her straight away to smooth her voyage she often sets part of the forest ablaze with her fire staff before she becomes fully in control of herself.\n\n>>**Ah, but to understand you must know the story and so I begin again**"}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": ">>**Ah, but to understand you must know the story and so I begin again**\n\n\n \nThe tragic story of Flamos begins in a small log cottage not far from where we sit today.  An unusually powerful healer he was respected and treasured by the town.  A kind-hearted scholar he is credited for curing at least 2 rounds of flux and for summoning sufficient food to stave off starvation in the famine after the failing of the gerkin crop.   Known for being a recluse and living alone, it was a great surprise to all when a power more binding than his own potions and spells arrived in town and shifted his life forever.\n\nHer name was @wizard9755 and the two became inseparable.  A man who had been more fabled hermit than town regular suddenly moved into the old house by the square and quickly became a pillar of the community.  Known to always help the locals regardless of their ability to pay.  His pet monkey became a common site at all feast days and town councils.  Under his guidance and aid the town prospered and flourished. This harvest season they were joyous to have another reason to celebrate.\n\nCirces belly was round and the child was expected any time. Preparations were underway around town to welcome the son of the sage and for the annual harvest festival.  It was during these hectic weeks the dreams came to Sage.  A beautiful and smokeless fire burned surrounded by flowers, roots, and leaves. Glowing runes swirled among the tokens of nature.  The sage researched the strange flame and blend of items and to his shock recognized it as the completed component list to summon The Sacred Flame.  To his knowledge the crafting of it had been lost to time all that remained was a partial page copied from a damaged scroll found in wizard cities around the Runiverse."}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-4", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "No one had summoned The Flame in living memory.  It was rumored to be an incredibly powerful font of magic and the thought of it burrowed its way deep into the thoughts of Sage.   To think with such a powerful source how well he could protect his child.  The power of the spell of protection would be so great nothing could ever bring it harm. He had nightly dreams of the eternal flame. As the time of birth neared, he could no longer resist the call of The Flame.  Convinced he could use the power to fuel a powerful blessing he does as parents have done since the dawn of humanity and sought out what he hoped would bring health and protection to his first born. \n\nWhile with child Sage rarely left Circes side so the town was surprised when he hurriedly asked someone to watch over his home while he attended to something important.  When pressed he only revealed he must journey deep into the forest to gather some exotic herbs he knew to grow there and would return before the child was born. A day and a night passed and the town began grew anxious.  The midwife knew the child would be coming any day, but on the third day Sage returned jubilant, if a bit dirty."}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-5", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "A bundle of tree cuttings and odd flowers strewn over his shoulder he entered the house humming to himself.  Within moments of entering the hut the chimney puffed out large clouds of vibrantly colored smoke. The trimmings he placed into the hearth fed the smoke and a hearty fire crackled happily.  The thick smoke twisted into various runes as it rose from the chimney a colorful thread against the darkly clouded skies of autumn. Light spilled from the homes windows and doors Sage carefully drew and cast the remaining runes around the flame.  He recited the spell, activating each rune and tending the fire with additions of roots and twigs.  The words eventually transitioned into a wordless chant, the fragrant and vibrant smoke lifting out of the cottage seeming to make a dome around the small town. \n\nThe town people were preparing to welcome their newest member and celebrate the harvest.  The town was filled with strings of flowers and drying herbs.  The plants fragrance blending with the baking sweetbreads and roasting meats for the weeks celebrations.  Cries of labor pains split the chill air that evening and everyone knew it would soon be time to come together and celebrate the continuation of the towns magical lineage. A few hours to finish preparations until finally, hearing the cries of the newborn all glanced towards the house in anticipation of the opening of the door."}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-6", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "It is customary in Dockside for the new father to open the door and holding it out for the town to see call the name of the child out to welcome them to the world.  In this moment all come together to give their will to a blessing for the child. As the door opened the child seemed to glow with the powerful blessing bestowed by the magical flame.  The town lent their collective wills, and the child became so bright as the blessing of protection took effect they had to avert their eyes.  Awestruck they began to cheer in wonder blinking away the image of a glowing infant.  While still blinded to the night after the burst of light no one noticed when the smoke spilling out of the chimney shifted to a deep obsidian and began to sink back to earth and cloud above the town square. \n\nThe first to notice pointed and called out in alarm, but the smoke rapidly crashed to the ground, obscuring visibility, and forcing the everyone to cough and gag.  The night was filled with devilish laughter and those closest to the open door saw a group of implings step out of the smoke and leap onto the Sage clawing for his throat.  Sage was seen falling back inside the home still holding his infant before the smoke thickened and everything became darkness.\n\nSounds of struggle followed with the breaking of glass, the bang of metal and cries of anguish.  The night is split by the scream of Circe and another flash of magic. Darkness and silence deepen until down the road away from the home the crying of a child is heard trailing off in the distance and the smoke begins to clear.  People quickly rush to the door and are knocked aside as Sage charges out of the house.  His eyes wild with rage he pulls to a stop on his porch holding a brilliantly bright ball of flame, an unintelligible roar coming from his throat.  The light brightly illuminated Sages face contorted in fury."}
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{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-8", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "The magical flame having met the limit of its reach does not dissipate, but instead streaks back to its source.  Drawn back its origin and fed by the destructive rage that called it forth, the fire crashes over the home engulfing Sage and setting alight the dark oily substance covering him and everything around. Flames flare high as the structure burns Sage dashes into the home finally remembering his partner.  He returns with Circe who is covered in soot and motionless, but does not appear badly burned.  Stumbling out of the flames still engulphed in fire Sage steps into the street stumbling as he sets his wife down.  \n\nHis protective wards had contained most of the inferno, but now he can feel the heat of the flames build as his protections to fade.  Pain springs everywhere and his knees buckle collapsing his exhausted body to the street.  The black oily substance coating his clothing now bursts fully into flames uninhibited by the wards.  Loosing his hold on consciousness with the Fire still burning around him he can feel his life force fading as The Sacred Flame pulses ominously in his hand calling to him to use its power.  Even as he burns the power of the flame sustains him.  He watches in horror as his flesh begins to burn and he smells the pungent stink of his immolated body. Yet he is unable to let go of the flame. Too weak to move, but unable to die due to the power of the Sacred Flame clutched tightly in his hand he enters what feels to be an eternity of agony."}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-9", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "It is through a lens of fire that Sage sees Circe cough, then sit up and jerk when she sees his burning form beside her.  Crawling to his side she grabs her staff and begins a simple cantrips to extinguish fire.  Used commonly for cooling a hearth or stopping a quick cooking fire the true nature of the spell is not understood by most outside the wizard circle.  All magic must function in an equilibrium and to extinguish a fire one must remove its energy and send it elsewhere.  With horror Sage realizes Circe is trying to put him out by drawing the energy to herself!  While she would barely notice the added heat from the flames on his clothing and flesh the Sacred Flame was a nearly infinite source! He must contain it.\n\nHis brain fogged by exhaustion and pain Sage attempts to activate The Flame once more to keep him alive, to give him strength.  Never mind that it is now tainted by darkness, or that he is covered in flames, the risk to Circe is too great! A glow of pure Light begins to form around Sages face in the same moment Circe finishes her casting.  In that moment Sage becomes Flamos. For the staff of Circe did pull away the flames from his clothing and body, but the protective power of The Flame overpowers the simple charm and prevents the flames to be drawn from about his head.  Flamos sees not only the flames, but the sickly darkness drawn out in a line to the staff held forward by Circe and though his head remains shrouded in flame he can feel his vitality return by the healing power of the ancient flame.  \n\n\nHope wells up in his chest as he realizes somehow, he is going to survive this.  He will track down their child and punish the imps responsible the protective charm should still hold.  He will rebuild the town and using the power of the Flame surely, he can fix all this and more!"}
{"id": "7979a742-5280-4b96-a861-ae4e54e62b9a-10", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:46.767", "backgroundColor": "#594238", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZYc6ZzEpSrvWaJR3SEmzwURb6RQbAzDDzzSSArgAHes", "txHash": "0x867c66603a1804bb0374efd6d856b3be584d3f89d9b851c06c93f784e5c96021", "createdAtBlock": 15805937, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9530, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Flamos of the Lake", "text": "As the last narrow strip of black flaming ichor is drawn off Flamos and into the Staff held by Circe the magic of the Flame flashes over Flamos sustaining his life, but leaving his body a pitted and scarred mess of burns.  The casting complete the flame does not return to his hand but instead streaks like an arrow after the black ichor.  It strikes Circle full in the chest and her very form becomes fire. The heat melts a circle in the ground and where once Circe stood there is only the faint image of a horned phantasm.  The magic of the flame consumes her completely twisting her soul into this Circe, who was once of Dockside is now of Nothing.\n\n@wizard9530 left the town and never regained his sanity nor has he ever extinguished the flames that encircle his head.  Though he has never caused any harm, he will speak of nothing but his son and wanders the forest day after day in search of him.  Each year @soul9755 crosses the veil to find him, and they reunite to mourn their loss and share their pain. Together they continue the fruitless search of the forest for the imps long gone with their lost son.\n\nAnd that, I finish feeling the sadness of the tale deep in my chest,  is why some things of the ancient world are better left forgotten\n\nHearing the familiar closing remark the Den regulars raise their glasses and in unison respond,  Things lost are never forgotten and drink deeply from their mugs, turning back to their tables and abandoned games."}
{"id": "b8916f78-6afc-4be6-adda-d22e797fe967-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-22T22:37:42.435", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXLP2itePiUhLHEdCQQi1RNoVM7r5NqiCygmDUkrkFSxF", "txHash": "0x18df15e23ef62736598501b7329c144b83b3a9aebda2cffcbbb825b94a2ad0cc", "createdAtBlock": 16502062, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane", "text": "# **BlackSand: The City That Once Was**\n\nThis has to work Azazel thought. BlackSand needs it; BlackSand deserves it. It had been several years since Azazel had been commissioned by the Order of Historians to do something, anything about the city that once was. Yet nothing had worked. His efforts to attract farmers or merchants had been futile. Investors could not be convinced to fund new infrastructure. No citizens from nearby cities could be persuaded to move. It was all extremely infuriating.\n\nAzazel was an historian, a shaman of the arts. His love for the history of BlackSand had pushed him to work day and night to try to bring the city back to its former glory. For BlackSand used to be one of the most glorious, rich and lavish cities the Runiverse had ever known. At a time when it wasn't yet known as BlackSand. A time when it was known as Imperium.\n\nLocated between the Salt Sea and the Mountains of Light, Imperium had been a flourishing hub of trade and culture. Merchants would bring their precious goods to the Imperium Port from lands far and wide. Scholars would travel to the City Keep to study ideas and philosophies. Pilgrims would journey to submit their offerings to the Temple of the True Gods. Wizards would convene in the Obsidian Tower to share their powerful magic and technological innovations. Art and music would spark from this melting pot of cultures, colliding in what felt like the pulsating heart of the entire Runiverse.\n\nBut it all abruptly came to an end. Azazels eyes swelled and watered every time he reminisced of that tragic day.\n\nImperium laid at the bottom of Sceena, the largest sleeping volcano in the Runiverse. Rich with resources, Sceena had been instrumental to the success of the city. But it also quickly became the very cause of its downfall."}
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{"id": "74db18e5-8188-4df5-8196-11b5f8a6e8a7-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-25T23:52:52.981", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRwz4yjWFgCKFAgbRUZ2bYLZiczaymgrxpMo93okRuiUG", "txHash": "0xf03cc222f3d80d29d25eb700cbcee560bb8a3de13e17fc2c2ad6fe89790db100", "createdAtBlock": 15828484, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14603, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmcd1bV6GxuWS2mQCACtQGxRz7VjEY9hr2gWU2HukCL97h", "name": "Brooks Danger of Flowers", "text": "# PREVIOUSLY...\n\nHello there. I'm Brooks, Danger of Flowers.\n\n\n\nYou are probably asking yourself, right at this moment -\nwho is Brooks, Danger of Flowers?\n\nWell. I am glad you asked.\n\nHe's a dashing warrior with a really cool headband.\n\n\n\nHe's a handsome bard who has misplaced his dearest musical instrument.\nHe's an old friend of @wizard239, with whom he holds a dark oath.\n\n\n\nHe's an important narrative driver, with important narrative drives - remember back when I told you about how I lost my musical instrument?\n\n\nCharacter development...\n\n\n\nSpeaking of character development, it's about time I clarified what's been going on with The Resplendent Lance Company. Things have gotten unclear, so before we proceed, let's do some catching up!\n\n\n\nOnce upon a time, Wild Mage was one of the 10,000 summoned to the Runiverse. He settled in Elysium, which was a pretty nice place, but all of this never sat right with him. He didn't understand what he didn't understand about why he was there. Very pathos!\n\n\n\nHe wandered the Runiverse for a time, trying to make sense of his existence. He did this mostly by falling for the trap of seeking knowledge and forging friendships and alliances, but doing it with the intention of seeking power. How predictable!\n\n\n\nIn this search for certainty of his place in the Runiverse, he formed a small posse of wizards on horseback to rid The Wild of the bandits and highwaymen that long plagued it; though, they also did it to establish a turf."}
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{"id": "98f38cc1-f810-4e34-9d56-d7f91a838852-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-26T22:17:51.985", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRCvCZe9fJriYrDte9MghwXrhRce4JJoobwV8s63p9yJs", "txHash": "0xdc64628da6785af518e4657cdaee03b83faae4e316b76567ccab1d96ef3d475a", "createdAtBlock": 15835181, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14603, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmcd1bV6GxuWS2mQCACtQGxRz7VjEY9hr2gWU2HukCL97h", "name": "Brooks Danger of Flowers", "text": "# PREVIOUSLY PT II\n\nLook, yes, there is a crybaby backstory to the various betrayals between @wizard239 and @wizard1017, but I'm not that kind of bard. That's not my genre, my guy. Moving on -\n\n\n\nWild Mage ordered Ulysse and [REDACTED] to spy on the Blue Wizards after noticing what they felt was an alarming number of Baby Wizards with their own adrenochrome vials in the surrounding areas.\n\n\n\nThis led Wild Mage and his cohorts to investigate, only to reveal that one of the Blue Wizards had developed an adrenochrome removal method from Baby Wizards that did not cause them any physical harm. Still, this did not sit right with some of Feral of the Untamed, nor did it sit right with some Blue Wizards.\n\n\n\nThroughout the course of this spying, Wild Mage's crew had been taking the opportunity to \"borrow\" blueprints from the labs of Blue Wizard Bastion.\n\nThis did not go unnoticed by the spymasters of the Bastion.\n\nWas Ulysse originally a double agent, and for how long, or did he become one much later on? Look, I'm asking you - I may be the bard, but both Wild Mage and Ulysse won't speak further on the matter...\n\n\n\nBut what we do know is that...\n\nWild Mage, along with @wizard2029 and Ulysse, was to meet with representatives of the Blue Wizard Council to address the growing numbers of bugbear raiders in The Fey. Instead, Wild Mage and Apollo were seized and bound at this meeting. Much talk and threats ensued, resulting in the decision by the Blue Wizard spymasters to throw Wild Mage and Apollo into the Quantum Shadow as an example, and to apprehend the rest of Feral of the Untamed."}
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{"id": "46c49dff-7690-4dc4-9385-02bd4bcb9b64-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:43.222", "backgroundColor": "#00609e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXhs7iw4x9kchi5ut3ktL5hmhzfs42RVpfeGP4hzjQ33o", "txHash": "0xe47406dd95b544be4bc0166936f28800a7284d589ea4e730030869a20f8b88f8", "createdAtBlock": 15671800, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 113, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQUm7QAaGPnDw3vnENx3gBY1BXmjWumJ2HV17bvAwtcvy", "name": "Sorcerer Hadrien of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Hadrien of the Hills and Rogue\n\n \n\nHadriens Journey into wizardry has been an epic one. He is the self-proclaimed leader of the Blue Wizards and resides at the Blue Wizard Bastion. Hadrien is what you think as a typical Blue Wizard, but better. He grew up in the West Hills bordering the Wild. He has an affinity for technology, he loves to learn and study magic. He has a good deal of experience studying other cultures and wizarding techniques. He was top of his class in his wizard studies and has mastered the art of hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. He often carries his golden katana sword that he fabricated though extensive studies and experience in the samurai arts. His blade was crafted partly out of an air rune and has very rare properties such as the swords weight, which is next to nothing light as air so it is able to be manipulated by anyone or anything. It is even said that his familiar rabbit, Rogue, is able to use the sword if needed with his mouth!\n\nHadrien is a sorcerer and a very powerful one at that. He channels his spell casting though his wooden stick, albeit some say it looks like a club. He is a master of the air elemental magic that is powered though his Rune of Air. He can perform a variety of other spells, but his most powerful attacks are air based. The stick is inscribed with ancient text and lore from across the Runiverse. A few incantations and spells are even inscribed on the object which dazzles with its ornate inscriptions and shocks with brutal physical application. The stick is heavy and is a good weapon for smashing zombies. Hadrien utilizes a combination of physical talents, expert spell casting, and exceptional intelligence to lead his fellow wizards for the greater good."}
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{"id": "1f99729f-c3bd-4719-909a-46a3bf71b60d-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-27T21:36:53.958", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdAVwMetCG8QKYYT141NNZkuFXcHbUr6HzJpGoS2zJJtu", "txHash": "0x8cc2a6c40ccd3fac798600ce9e063291c0b6c96acf506410bff1a507b2f9fd2b", "createdAtBlock": 15842136, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9008, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRJ2cjexodRwXxxHAixfueyFZZark4bGTW14NTJGcS3it", "name": "Shadow Mage Rita of the Reach", "text": "## ***Shadow Mage Rita of the Reach***\n\n\n\nIn the darkest depths of the Vampire Mist near the Eastern fringes of the Thorn, there lie a pitch black castle covered in weaves of ivory. The castle's red stained front door was known to smell of the putrid odor of decomposing animals. \n\nLong thought to be the home of a vicious Vampyre by the name of Rita by the Reach, many Goblins would share stories of their ancestors visiting the castle never to be heard from again. Goblins were known for their storytelling but there were the stories to be told were very few because each and every Goblin that visited the castle never returned. \n\nThe journey was said to be \"treacherous\" as they had to pass through the **Thorns** or around the **Quantum Shadow** but this didn't deter each group of young Goblin. Many moons after they left for the castle, each and every time, carrier crows returned with a scrolls that read:  \n> *As you pass these castle walls, your blood I will devour* \n> \n\nEach scroll was a Goblin bone that had engraved the words **~ *Rita of the Reach***  along with a pale white skull filled with rising vapors, as the symbol of devouring each of the Goblins.\n\nThirteen continuous generations of Goblins were sent and none had returned. The bone engraved scrolls were the only remains that returned from their pilgrimage. \n\nThe first generation of Goblins that were sent on the pilgrimage were seeking myths of gold, jewels, and diamonds beyond the castle walls. The rest of the Goblins were sent to retrieve the others... yet they never returned"}
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{"id": "31c7cc7b-653d-4974-bb56-a1ac90fb608d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:07:43.569", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ3eqfsBwSko97sRm8ouEoCEP6cPAFWP7JU9ey1z7SXwj", "txHash": "0xc1d533315b5845358f45114532a8f5bb92b7d7c99dcb03b972dee53503ad27d5", "createdAtBlock": 13878643, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2085, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Eizo of the Keep", "text": "**The Alchemist and Assistant**\n\nIve got it this time! This time for sure! Cried Eizo, all while his hapless assistant cowered behind one of the multitude of workbenches that was more singed wood and charcoal than bench.\n\nA burst of steam followed by the turning of gears and cranks within an echoing brass chassis gave the old alchemist a spark of hope in his eyes. Just as quickly a whistling sound that faded into a whine resulted in the machinery of the contraption to slow, grinding to finality mere seconds after the flickering motions suggested something different, something alive.\n\nAch, only two and thirty-five hundredths of a second this time! Thats a full two tenths of a second shorter than the last one! Record that time. Eizo turned back to address his apprentice, who continued to shudder in trepidation under the largest fragment of what used to be a workbench, but still dutifully wrote with trembling hand in a cluttered notebook.\n\nProfessor Eizo, do you think we have gotten any closer in the last three months? The assistant asked.\n\nEizo removed his steam-fogged glasses to wipe them clean. He stared at his own white-haired and green-eyed reflection in the now-polished glass. Through his beard a wry grin formed. Sadly, its just been the same result. Nothing new to learn and nothing to suggest we are actually doing anything wrong. Its very frustrating you know.\n\nThe assistant nodded in agreement. So we keep on with another experiment tomorrow? Ill need to make a run down to the market district then for some vinegar, rock salt, anise, and celery.\n\nYes, yes, Eizo waved his hand while the other placed his glasses back across the bridge of his nose. Wait, did you say celery? What do you need that for?\n\nI suddenly had a craving."}
{"id": "31c7cc7b-653d-4974-bb56-a1ac90fb608d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:07:43.569", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ3eqfsBwSko97sRm8ouEoCEP6cPAFWP7JU9ey1z7SXwj", "txHash": "0xc1d533315b5845358f45114532a8f5bb92b7d7c99dcb03b972dee53503ad27d5", "createdAtBlock": 13878643, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2085, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Eizo of the Keep", "text": "I suddenly had a craving.\n\nEizo blinked through his lenses. Very well, you may have the rest of the day off. I expect to see you with everything ready tomorrow right before sunrise. And, enjoy your celery.\n\nThe assistant nodded. Thank you, professor.\n\nEizo watched as his apprentice packed the worn-out notebook into a shabby leather bag, then with a brief bow and wave of the hand, exited the room, closing the door with a careful soft click.\n\nAs the lone alchemist looked out the window of his tower at the square below, he reminisced about the time before he sequestered himself, ending up with only one contact to the outside world, a volunteer from the village who was brave enough to reach out to him and even showed enthusiasm to help his work. A faded portrait rested on the dresser nearest the window. Eizo glanced momentarily at the muted colors, and the paintings subject, a once vibrant, fiery haired and rosy lipped woman, stared back in an eternal gaze, or for however long the canvas and paint would last.\n\nI believe, Eizo whispered, surely theres a soul in all of us that we can retrieve.\n\nLooking back at the square, Eizo could see his assistant had made it out and was already moving away from the alchemists towers and to the more robust merchants quarter where the market district was holding a weeklong event for a local holiday. The old alchemist smiled slightly as he turned back to look at the lab interior. The latest failed experiment remained motionless and silent. It didnt bother Eizo.\n\nTomorrow would be a new day after all."}
{"id": "197b23e0-2341-4bdb-8f44-868325b64a6b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:07:44.257", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZPdxMU1oaCZ46S4oZWdZHKmZsG3o91W4yExnXSPie41f", "txHash": "0x92bcd8328bfdbd477c22d0452d1ddec2c4a9bb4759aaa7006508915940350823", "createdAtBlock": 13878684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2085, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Eizo of the Keep", "text": "# The Alchemist and Assistant\n\nIve got it this time! This time for sure! Cried Eizo, all while his hapless assistant cowered behind one of the multitude of workbenches that was more singed wood and charcoal than bench.\n\nA burst of steam followed by the turning of gears and cranks within an echoing brass chassis gave the old alchemist a spark of hope in his eyes. Just as quickly a whistling sound that faded into a whine resulted in the machinery of the contraption to slow, grinding to finality mere seconds after the flickering motions suggested something different, something alive.\n\nAch, only two and thirty-five hundredths of a second this time! Thats a full two tenths of a second shorter than the last one! Record that time. Eizo turned back to address his apprentice, who continued to shudder in trepidation under the largest fragment of what used to be a workbench, but still dutifully wrote with trembling hand in a cluttered notebook.\n\nProfessor Eizo, do you think we have gotten any closer in the last three months? The assistant asked.\n\nEizo removed his steam-fogged glasses to wipe them clean. He stared at his own white-haired and green-eyed reflection in the now-polished glass. Through his beard a wry grin formed. Sadly, its just been the same result. Nothing new to learn and nothing to suggest we are actually doing anything wrong. Its very frustrating you know.\n\nThe assistant nodded in agreement. So we keep on with another experiment tomorrow? Ill need to make a run down to the market district then for some vinegar, rock salt, anise, and celery.\n\nYes, yes, Eizo waved his hand while the other placed his glasses back across the bridge of his nose. Wait, did you say celery? What do you need that for?\n\nI suddenly had a craving."}
{"id": "197b23e0-2341-4bdb-8f44-868325b64a6b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:07:44.257", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZPdxMU1oaCZ46S4oZWdZHKmZsG3o91W4yExnXSPie41f", "txHash": "0x92bcd8328bfdbd477c22d0452d1ddec2c4a9bb4759aaa7006508915940350823", "createdAtBlock": 13878684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2085, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Eizo of the Keep", "text": "I suddenly had a craving.\n\nEizo blinked through his lenses. Very well, you may have the rest of the day off. I expect to see you with everything ready tomorrow right before sunrise. And, enjoy your celery.\n\nThe assistant nodded. Thank you, professor.\n\nEizo watched as his apprentice packed the worn-out notebook into a shabby leather bag, then with a brief bow and wave of the hand, exited the room, closing the door with a careful soft click.\n\nAs the lone alchemist looked out the window of his tower at the square below, he reminisced about the time before he sequestered himself, ending up with only one contact to the outside world, a volunteer from the village who was brave enough to reach out to him and even showed enthusiasm to help his work. A faded portrait rested on the dresser nearest the window. Eizo glanced momentarily at the muted colors, and the paintings subject, a once vibrant, fiery haired and rosy lipped woman, stared back in an eternal gaze, or for however long the canvas and paint would last.\n\nI believe, Eizo whispered, surely theres a soul in all of us that we can retrieve.\n\nLooking back at the square, Eizo could see his assistant had made it out and was already moving away from the alchemists towers and to the more robust merchants quarter where the market district was holding a weeklong event for a local holiday. The old alchemist smiled slightly as he turned back to look at the lab interior. The latest failed experiment remained motionless and silent. It didnt bother Eizo.\n\nTomorrow would be a new day after all."}
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{"id": "6ab141fb-c561-4ad3-af73-0aca874fb51c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:54.923", "backgroundColor": "#3e0906", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYdjJTnasuvnYS3JsciGZVGrVivYGj9itxnTbrbYVngfp", "txHash": "0x6c8343258a0d3d1579de9b95fc1565145e1fb31ac1ff08e237bc97e4fd9f046d", "createdAtBlock": 15763112, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 170, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQYxAmPtzNcX6rhPmNVW5nDDW4JNnYPpDAsTFpzfmiBuU", "name": "Major Razer of the Road", "text": "# Major Razer of the Road\n---\n\n\n\n# -  Ashfall - \n\n---\n\nAn eerie silence had fallen over the village. It hadn't been quiet since the start of the attack. Ponies running wild in panic, and thatch roofs set ablaze.\n\nI walk forward leaving only the footprint of my boots in my wake. Darkness surrounds me. It's in the buildings. The sky. And the hearts of my people. \n\nI smile to myself. The darkness has always been there. Buried deep. I simply brought it to the surface. Exposed it. \n\nShattered glass litters the street. One piece pierces my boot and lodges itself into my heel. I look down but feel no pain. I leave it and continue on. \n\nI see someone sitting against a building. I walk over to them, lifting their chin. The darkness continues to spread. I didnt start it, but I will loyally follow it wherever it guides me. \n\nThe man looks at me with cold eyes, devoid of his humanity.  Taking a deep breath, he utters You. \n\nI smile. Me I respond softly. I bend over, grasping his extended arm, and pull him to his feet. Thank you he whispers as he falls in line behind me. \n\nThe darkness Is calming. The fire brings warmth. In this chaos, It brings solace. \n\nIve gathered a large number of followers. They are spread all over the land. Aiding our brothers, and bringing the lost and vulnerable to our cause. \n\nI am powerful, no longer weak. I tire of the feeling of worthlessness, and the barrage of torture the demons in my head unleash constantly. I have taken control of those demons now."}
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{"id": "3858338f-c9d7-4465-9126-9f98db8b8191-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T19:28:53.966", "backgroundColor": "#800a04", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmegsv46sMww8oN93qdTBMwPdpJBNMiTs3aNwhbiv2FLRC", "txHash": "0xe8b6b83692fbcde4b0e1ada81740a987c9754310f79cc37297a4987edd07e499", "createdAtBlock": 15855800, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4403, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Gaddum Death of Titans", "text": "# ---- October 28 2022 ----\n\nI travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @wizard6516, @warrior3208, @warrior10942, and @warrior10944.\n\nWe knocked on the door together, but I was tricked and thrust into an inferno of imps. It's fucking hot and these damned imps keep poking me with their tridents.   \n\n---- end of entry ---"}
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{"id": "92227511-182d-429d-887f-ae3e572407c5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:23.644", "backgroundColor": "#131739", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSdhKPzwSnbrjdiMAo13m4fVgRtnQhM3xcwZ1qS4JjVt5", "txHash": "0x83305f99c2b3a3d481d6c944528907ba88b7c1fca7ca2bfe7e00b08eb47e4136", "createdAtBlock": 13891291, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 946, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jaffer of the Palms", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Jaffer of the Palms\n\nA RuneKey Master. Opener of doors. One who follows the unraveling threads the universe presents for him to follow.\n\nJaffer was resting his eyes while enjoying his grog, a routine happening in his life. He had only been in town a few days, making some Schmeckles by opening doors and locks for the locals, drinking and eating away his earnings. He finished his drink, paid his tab, and proceeded to leave the tavern. As he exited the tavern and walked down the street he noticed some wizards talking in hushed tones in a shadowed alley. Jaffer quickly dug into his pocket and pulled out a skeleton key and quietly opened the door in the building adjacent to the tavern. He peered into the building, and not hearing any movement inside he silently slinked inside. He approached the side of the building closest to his targets. He crept onto a table against the wall and again reached into his pouch and pulled out a piece of chalk. He drew a keyhole on the brick wall, and effortlessly inserted his key into the solid bricks making up the wall, and opened a freshly formed hatch. As he strained to hear the secrets they were sharing, he saw down the alleyway behind the two shadowy figures, and saw a commotion. A handful of people were clearly searching for someone, because they started rushing down the alley to reach these two secretive wizzies. Jaffer could tell at that moment if he didnt risk helping these two his chance to learn their alpha would be gone with the wind. He quickly opened the magical hatch, cleared his throat and pointed down the alley towards the charging group and asked:\n\nThese guys friends of yours?"}
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{"id": "01147ca1-2b0a-48d2-9403-220a068937f8-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T19:46:28.99", "backgroundColor": "#383838", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTLmP2up3h7FP8cFduW4Uh3pLdZjbu2nAURweio3nSMkQ", "txHash": "0x36e435100018e48284d9dac3eb697e31213c7377360c0a7e529084e55dfffc4f", "createdAtBlock": 15855888, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10942, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rudolph Menace of Wizards", "text": "# ---- October 28 2022 ----\n\nI travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @wizard6516 (I tried to be menacing but she was unaffected by my efforts), @warrior3208, @warrior10944, and @warrior4403.\n\nWe knocked on the door together and luck was on my side when I was given a treat box. I hastily opened the box, and I was excited to see a jar of rainbows resting inside. Never have I see such a thing contained in a jar and I will cherish this treasure. \n\nNow, if only @wizard6516 would open hers...\n\n---- end of entry ---"}
{"id": "58b49e4d-5e79-4430-9812-dd5c130b5dc4-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T19:05:18.862", "backgroundColor": "#544ceb", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNnHPy6c8Q4oVN2MBvzggd9EsFmWzG9bhispeixMsbmiR", "txHash": "0xa82df5a6bcbcfcd58de5d43cdb0fd8b52fb430d1f28ce83923b3fbc166c2cb37", "createdAtBlock": 15855925, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6516, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Augurer Rowena of the Wood", "text": "# ---- October 28 2022 ----\n\nI travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @warrior3208, @warrior4403, @warrior10944, and @warrior10942 (his attempts to menace always make me laugh a little inside).\n\nWe knocked on the door together and I was fortunate to receive a treat box. It will remain unopened until I am moved to break its seal.\n\nUntil then, bottom's up and happy Halloween!\n\n---- end of entry ---"}
{"id": "31940d9a-58e5-4c9f-ad0b-c7f8fdc87ba5-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T20:02:29.976", "backgroundColor": "#04270f", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2xvs5KKZZbvojc4ga8h2Ag459wR1ZUy1E25NPSJyzhQ", "txHash": "0xf45f76760e189ac28064827bf452b3beacf527438aff591d34c05c8f45067438", "createdAtBlock": 15855967, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "# The Advent of Alchemist Hongo\n\n> Campfire Story Halloween 2022\n\n**SILENCE YOUR CROAKS, BERNARD!** Alchemist Hongo cast a minor lightning charm at his pet toad, but the amphibians sparkling golden skin effortlessly reflected the spell out the cottage window into a nearby field, igniting a grass fire. Hongo could have sworn that the toad was mocking him. He seemed impervious to most magic these days, though Hongo had no idea just how invincible, exactly. He certainly didnt want to fatally harm the thing. As much as he hated to admit, he did like the company the toad provided. The truth was, both the alchemist and his familiar had recently undergone a big change. For since his birth, Hongo was dead set on becoming one of the greatest alchemists that ever lived. Every day he spent refining his craft in alchemy. He lived a nomadic lifestyle for years and travelled as far as The Savannah to The Infinity Veil. He attempted gold transmutations and would perform experiments with Mercury (ones that were usually performed on Bernard).\n\nAnd truly, in due time, Hongo did become a great alchemist. He achieved many feats that many would never dare dream of attempting, but no amount of notoriety, spectacle, or acclaim ever seemed enough for him. It wasnt until Hongo purchased a spell carved on stone from a questionable Witch that resided in The Thorn, that he finally directed all of that effort, his will, and his drive into a single potion. A passion potion. \n\nThe inscription on the stone tablet read:\n\n\n\n**\"If all of the toil, under there sun,\nCould not cease your thoughts, existential.**\n\n**Dont stop brewing, until youre done,\npotion of passion reveals your true potential.**"}
{"id": "31940d9a-58e5-4c9f-ad0b-c7f8fdc87ba5-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T20:02:29.976", "backgroundColor": "#04270f", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2xvs5KKZZbvojc4ga8h2Ag459wR1ZUy1E25NPSJyzhQ", "txHash": "0xf45f76760e189ac28064827bf452b3beacf527438aff591d34c05c8f45067438", "createdAtBlock": 15855967, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "**Dont stop brewing, until youre done,\npotion of passion reveals your true potential.**\n\n**What a lifetime of battle and blade,\ncould forge a hero of lore?**\n\n**Why not demand the fates cut to the chase?\nAnd see what destiny has in store?\"**\n\n\n\nIt took Hongo three years to complete this potion as its recipe contained some of the rarest flora and fauna that Hongo had ever been tasked to find across the Runiverse. During that time, he never once let the fire in his hearth die so that his potion would retain its vigor. Deep down, he felt that this was his ticket to becoming a wizard of legend, a true alchemist worthy of lore. After much labor, the potion was finally done."}
{"id": "31940d9a-58e5-4c9f-ad0b-c7f8fdc87ba5-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T20:02:29.976", "backgroundColor": "#04270f", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2xvs5KKZZbvojc4ga8h2Ag459wR1ZUy1E25NPSJyzhQ", "txHash": "0xf45f76760e189ac28064827bf452b3beacf527438aff591d34c05c8f45067438", "createdAtBlock": 15855967, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "He carefully bottled the precious red liquid that shone like colloidal gold. Hongo made a quick toast to three years of hard work before taking a stiff drink from the flask. Immediately, his face took on an ashen grey color, and his lips turned white. Almost all signs of life disappeared from his body, his entire frame stiffened as if rigor mortis had set in mere seconds. The vertigo in his head was too great and he fell to the floor of his cottage with a heavy thud. His body refused to release as he began to spasm into a full seizure. His hand still gripped the glass containing the potion as a small puddle spilled from the bottle and ran across the hardwood floor like tiny rivers of blood. The sounds of his teeth grinding and his neck cracking mixed with the snapping of the hearth fire as he tried to cry for help. He opened mouth to scream, but the warbled cry of panic was drowned out by a white foam that blocked his airways and poured out of his nose and mouth. His face, now purple, cried tears of desperation as the last thing he witnessed as his vision faded to black was little Bernard hopping into the puddle to faithfully test yet another of Hongos potions by wading directly in center of the spill. And with one more CROAK, Hongo lost consciousness. \n\nDuring the following days, the foam pouring out of Hongos face transformed into a fuzzy, mycelial-like material that engulfed his head and shoulders in what resembled a giant spiders nest attached to the floor. When Hongo awoke, he felt emaciated and dizzy. He picked himself up but couldnt seem to focus his eyes past the veil of the delicate cocoon still enveloping his head. He reached up and tore away the veil and turned to look at himself in a mirror across the room."}
{"id": "31940d9a-58e5-4c9f-ad0b-c7f8fdc87ba5-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T20:02:29.976", "backgroundColor": "#04270f", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2xvs5KKZZbvojc4ga8h2Ag459wR1ZUy1E25NPSJyzhQ", "txHash": "0xf45f76760e189ac28064827bf452b3beacf527438aff591d34c05c8f45067438", "createdAtBlock": 15855967, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2038, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hongo ", "text": "The shriek of terror that Hongo erupted was loud enough to disturb the flock of ravens perched in the trees outside. His head had morphed into a giant mushroom. He grabbed the mirror off the wall and brought it up to his face; his nose was gone and his facial features were simplified across his shroom stalk face. He collapsed into his armchair. On the fireplace mantle, Bernard croaked his usual croak. Hongo looked up to see his toads skin now sparkled like he was gilded entirely in glittering gold. Aside from that, the toad seemed unchanged. \n\nI dont understand! It was supposed to reveal our true nature! Supposed to unlock my potential! How is this big, stupid mushroom head supposed to help me be a great alchemist?!\n\nHongo pored over his notes. Did he brew the potion improperly? Perhaps he mispronounced the incantations or simply added too much mushroom? It didnt matter. No spell or potion could reverse the effects no matter how hard Hongo tried. He seemed fated to wear the mushroom head. Since then, rumors of the failed alchemist with the shroom head have spread across the Runiverse. These rumors keep him awake at night. His new quest is finding a magic strong enough to reverse his spell and restore his body back to normal. So if you ever meet Hongo, be kind and try not to mention his head.\n\nIts a sensitive topic."}
{"id": "db56a5f1-b406-4328-be05-77dc612278e6-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-29T21:48:19.32", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY4qentmEpPSpXxP3P8FxxK9m4mo3gAnXkp4Eb32QhAGz", "txHash": "0x3cb0be1963d1459596112b01fb1abd55c206a94c58ddd991d869de3ca25a2ed1", "createdAtBlock": 15856494, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14850, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hunter Lacerator of Rogues", "text": "# The Story of the Bear Man Bear\n\n## Champion of the Bears\nThe thing about wizards, is that sometimes, they are careless. One Wizard named Hazzra once opened a demonic portal to the bear dimension. A land filled with bears of all shapes, sizes and kinds. One day a warrior was hunting in the forest with familiar Ironhide.\n\nThey both tumbled into the portal and fell into the bear world.\n\nFrom there, they fought their way to becoming supreme bear lord of the bear dimension and helped the bearizards create a portal back to the land of Forgotten Runes. From that day forward, the warrior would always be known as Bear Lord."}
{"id": "dbd44772-6337-4645-9bc1-926025b8ab33-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:40.162", "backgroundColor": "#f2f2f2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRHiy7DYd5Y26bGafN8N1mXdNuE5i5mMgti92A1mEhaX3", "txHash": "0x46b909184c8c5180deb495751690d25860e872ec6aee7ac948529484f8fd65a0", "createdAtBlock": 13896106, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5568, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Merlon of the Palms", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Merlon of the Palms\n\nPart One \n\nIt was a cold freezing winter night in the midst of the ongoing battle of the six herds. Looking for shelter of the ever so cold night, Archmagus Merlon of the Palms was annoyed of the constant rumbling and whistling of the Jewled Hummingbirds swarm movements.\n\n\"They have been fighting for 3 full nights and full days already...\" - shaking his head and thinking to himself - \"When are they ever going to get tired? I haven't have a proper nights sleep since the start of their battle with the Mesozoic Cockatrices...\" \n\nIn the Aftermath of the \"Great Burning\" ....things changed. As some familiars kept to the old tradition of seeking out a young or wise Master of Magic, many turned to an alternative way of live. Not knowing what awaits one's soul, after it has been touched by the sacred flames, many familiars were frightened of what fate they might face if ever to be in contact witht the flames.\n\nSo they chose to look for an alternative way of life, often finding it in companionship with their kin. And after many years of the \"Great Burning\" many different familiar species have come together in big herds and flocks, living their best life in the joy of the many.\n\nLooking  for a place to live for the greatest of Familiar Herds, a war arose amongst the different kin. Looking for the best environments fit for their survival and needs, six different herds of familiars had been battling on and off for the seventh year in a row...\n\nFinding himself in a sheltered cabin in the eastern Dark Woods, Archmagus Merlon was on a quest of finding a young Enchantress said to be living in these densely familiar-populated areas of the \"Green Marsh\"."}
{"id": "dbd44772-6337-4645-9bc1-926025b8ab33-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:40.162", "backgroundColor": "#f2f2f2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRHiy7DYd5Y26bGafN8N1mXdNuE5i5mMgti92A1mEhaX3", "txHash": "0x46b909184c8c5180deb495751690d25860e872ec6aee7ac948529484f8fd65a0", "createdAtBlock": 13896106, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5568, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Merlon of the Palms", "text": "As he lay down his staff in the nearest corner of the cabin, he murmured a magical spell - concentrating on the fiery dust of the recently extinguished fireplace. After a short while, the dust seemed to have formed into a moving Face of a very old - but very wise - white-bearded man with white clothes and a red robe.\n\n\"I have been looking for days now Master Archmagus Alessar but I just can't seem to find the Enchantress you have send me out to find. Are you sure she is to be found in the Eastern Dark Woods Marsh?\" he asked the fiery, dusty Face in the fireplace. \n\n\"Oh, young boy...\" the old Wizard laughed, taking a smoke off his pipe. \"If days seem long for you, what will you think after a lifelong search for peacefulnes? Yes, my boy, I'm sure Enchantress Artis of the Marsh is to be found somewhere very close to your location. I believe it is her familiar - a Jewled Hummingbird - which is keeping her in the woods even in the times of this battle. It is said, that her familiar friend is leading the local defense against the Cockatrices.\"\n\n\"Her familiar is fighting with a herd? I thought there are only independent familiars fighting the war.\" Merlon asked. \"I wonder if there's more too it... could the be guarding something in the woods?\"\n\n\"Ahaaaa my smart boy.\" Master Alessar laughed out loud and glanced  at his apprentice. \"You finally start asking the questions, before you seek answers. Yes, it is also what I believe to think. And knowing my old friend Artis, I can only think of one thing her familiar might be guarding so bravely....\"\n\nPart Two Soon"}
{"id": "5de84d7f-49cf-4936-ba19-598afa2f6bca-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T02:10:17.21", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZXBB1PE9bfsVftGtMyeSKrQXaUhLFFByfZJSumD3JydH", "txHash": "0xd476468f1201e6fcd1ec57df8e301ccbd338878d989afeac72640cc9bb628417", "createdAtBlock": 15857798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14603, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmcd1bV6GxuWS2mQCACtQGxRz7VjEY9hr2gWU2HukCL97h", "name": "Brooks Danger of Flowers", "text": "# And Up To Now... Part 3\n\nAlright, we're almost up to speed.\n\n\n\nSo not long after @wizard239 and @wizard2029 were thrown into The Quantum Shadow, out from The Quantum Shadow popped Gucci Grail @wizard239 and Gucci Grail @wizard2029. Why did this happen? How did this happen? How could one - why would one - measure and understand the quantity and quality of [REDACTED] that is The Quantum Shadow?\n\n\n\nI mean...I wouldn't presume.\n\n\n\nBut out popped they did, with Gucci Grail Archmagus immediately setting off to purchase the wizard contract of @wizard1017. Turns out, Arch-Magician had sold his wizard contract off not long after seeing what happened to his former associates; mostly out of regret, but also out of fear.  A stasis enchantment was placed on the Blue Wizard, and Gucci Grail Archmagus took him to the hidden catacombs of The Wild to stand sentinel over @wizard1017, a traitor to be stowed away and dealt with at a later time.\n\n\n\nAs for Gucci Grail Wild Mage, he knew he was no longer, by rights, the quarry of Blue Wizard Bastion. He might have still been Wild Mage...\n\n\n\n...but he wasn't The Runiverse's Wild Mage.\n\n\n\nGucci Grail Wild Mage and Gucci Grail Archmagus were safe by the observation and honor of this cosmic difference, but the rest of the band formerly known as Feral of the Untamed were not. Gucci Grail Wild Mage set off to find work as a Professor of Qi at @wizard9080's School for Gifted Youngsters, and then sent a call out to his brethren through the assistance of a former apprentice of his - @warrior7917.\n\n\n\nAnd - her Chainsaw Assassin Squad."}
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{"id": "e1870aa7-6c96-4e6e-a2bb-a96e160fcd98-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T06:23:02.905", "backgroundColor": "#0f2d3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWhmWTgLZTrYjaqDTPQ8RUriggJsUD8dc1CeAPwD7tYEa", "txHash": "0xea6f1c9613af6eed195dab9fc4fda59bf8eb334e8a33e6408fb150d9b39568e7", "createdAtBlock": 15859058, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9257, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolist Hothor of the Keep", "text": "Hothor was born in mysterious circumstances. There is scant evidence he ever had a known father, and his mother gave birth to him in the middle of the night. She then dropped him at an orphanage and disappeared forever.\n\nHis journey was an eventful one, as his hometown was pillaged and one of the marauding warlords abducted him as his ward. \n\nThis is when his journey took a bend towards the dark. As his abductor/father figure Reginald the Black grew ill, Hothor was finally able to take agency for the first time. He raided Reginalds treasure stash and absconded. \n\nLittle is known of the first 3 years of this period, as a teenaged Hothor wasn't particularly meticulous with notetaking. An Innkeeper, Leroy the Bald, recalled him as thus 'a rapscallion, rake and rostabout'. Leroy did note that although Hothor was perhaps overly fond of ale and a good time - he always paid his keep on time (likely due to his stolen treasure). \n\nSeveral years later Hothor's journey took the next step - dabbling into the Dark Arts. Some have said he convened with Satan directly, but the logical conclusion is his mentor, Dupree the Legendary was the true inspiration. Lothor studied under Dupree for a period of 8 years. After this he was ready to take off and see the world.\n\nSome say his eyepatch covers a magical rune, others say he lost the eye in a quarrel. Still it is claimed he gave the eye to the Devil himself in exchange for augmented powers."}
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{"id": "74ffa76d-7161-4c67-a497-f4f0120d4613-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T15:54:26.329", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b24", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSUH28pp8r6mKuhDs35A78XUq4LLh4DcyZRkLjWaiV6mW", "txHash": "0xdca84596e7c2f958238da098c07fffa69a5d0cc927749c4166a9a02ad9379335", "createdAtBlock": 16724330, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15515, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPdDXJVDkizk7KCoP6zrSGy4ALTaykUnrD78eqkQ4ExrX", "name": "Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands", "text": "#### The imp leaned back and hissed, I should snap you and be done. \n\n\n\n#### Under her cloak Kathleen tightened the grip on her sword. A stream of blood trickled down her arm, over bruises and through clumps of dirt. It joined a larger cut at her wrist.\n\n\n#### From above a branch cracked as a speckled falcon drove straight at the imps head. The nightmare imp looked up and Kathleen let out her own battle cry.\n\n\n\n#### The beast turned his head and the blade cut the skin under his eye. Black blood trickled down the imps face as he let out a piercing roar. He grabbed her by the throat with his left arm. Together they lifted into the air. His purple claws slashed across her torso as he dropped her. Kathleen plummeted motionless to the forest floor. \n\n\n\n#### The imp flew down and stood on all fours over her. Yet because she was so much smaller than him they were still several feet apart. His face grimaced when he saw her clothes had no signs of being ripped. Kathleens chest rose slightly and her lips parted. \n\n\n\n#### Not dead yet? You are a tough one.\n\n\n\n#### Several black splatters fell onto the swollen and bloody face. The imp smirked as he watched a drop of black blood bubble as it soaked into a gash on her forehead. He closed his glowing purple eyes for a moment while his own bleeding wound sizzled and grew new skin.\n\n\n\n#### Looking back the imp noticed ornately carved beads braided in her autumn hair. \nHe licked his lips and bent forward. He sniffed and got a heavy Earthy smell like the moss that grows on the dark side of trees."}
{"id": "74ffa76d-7161-4c67-a497-f4f0120d4613-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T15:54:26.329", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b24", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSUH28pp8r6mKuhDs35A78XUq4LLh4DcyZRkLjWaiV6mW", "txHash": "0xdca84596e7c2f958238da098c07fffa69a5d0cc927749c4166a9a02ad9379335", "createdAtBlock": 16724330, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15515, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPdDXJVDkizk7KCoP6zrSGy4ALTaykUnrD78eqkQ4ExrX", "name": "Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands", "text": "#### Who are you?  You are not a wizard yet you have magical things. You fight like a warrior who has fought many battles yet you are young. How did you know to attack my eyes, forest girl? he hissed.\n\n\n\n#### The rune on her necklace caught his attention. Picking it with a talon he tried to snap it off. The heavy cord wouldnt break. The imp took his teeth and tried to bite it but the razor sharp canines didnt even leave a mark. \n\n\n\n#### His hand reached towards her throat as the falcon screamed from above.\n\"Kaaw\"\n\nThe beast looked up and noticed the first rays of sunlight were about to break the horizon.\n \n\n\n#### Putting his head down by her face the imp snarled, We are not finished, little one. They call me the nightmare imp for a reason. My blood is now in your blood. We are connected. I will be in your dreamsevery night. \n\n\n\n#### His wings started to beat and he lifted up as he let out a wicked laugh and hissed, See you tonight! Hahaha\n\n\n\n#### A soft moan released from Kathleens mouth. In her sub consciousness she replied, You wish I would break that easily. I have endured more pain than you know. \nIm a survivor. You dont scare me and I am not afraid to die. I am strong. I am proud. You had better learn my name. You had better protect those eyes. \n\n\n\n#### The corners of her mouth rose up while her beaten body was still. \n\n\n\n#### The falcon swooped down and landed next to her. It dug one foot deeper into the forest floor and with the other it grabbed the rune of Earth. Her trusted companion called, Kaaw Kaaw Kaaw."}
{"id": "74ffa76d-7161-4c67-a497-f4f0120d4613-4", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T15:54:26.329", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b24", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSUH28pp8r6mKuhDs35A78XUq4LLh4DcyZRkLjWaiV6mW", "txHash": "0xdca84596e7c2f958238da098c07fffa69a5d0cc927749c4166a9a02ad9379335", "createdAtBlock": 16724330, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15515, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPdDXJVDkizk7KCoP6zrSGy4ALTaykUnrD78eqkQ4ExrX", "name": "Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands", "text": "#### In minutes several women showed up each with the same tattoo on their arm. They quickly tended to Kathleen, their warrior leader and the protector of the woodlands. \n\n \n\n#### Nurgada dropped her hands, bent her head down and was quiet.\n\n\n\n#### Wow Mom, thats the best story! When I grow up I want to be like Kathleen, blurted out Galatea.\n\n\n\n#### Nurgada's face glowed as she replied, Who says you arent already my sweet daughter. You are strong, proud and loyal. \n\n\n\n#### This story has wizard #3764 Enchanter Galatea of the Heath and honorary warrior #15515 Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands, owned by 0xsharon. \n\n\n\n#### Special thank you to Ando, Merlin, and Realize for allowing me to use their Nightmare Imp Beast #6."}
{"id": "f4f6c21f-fdd9-45e4-84de-2730a5c7a801-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:16:03.639", "backgroundColor": "#123e2f", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgcTvbSaj6XmrrmJ5EDyTT33kSwV1AdK1pQPHnYP9Xri", "txHash": "0xa5ba7025af8d7a33cad7f0c6035c587e68739ba010a59e520eacf05f4d11508d", "createdAtBlock": 15862010, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXGr5VmRyCJ2zQABAvLSRxBSscfHT1DbZfXHh6nePKusd", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "## Bedtime Stories with Galatea and Litho\n\n\n\n## Dont be Afraid\n\n\n\n\n#### Galatea ended her protection spell with an extra verse, \n\n\n\n#### Tonight the spirits roam, \n\n\n#### protection now is three fold.\n\n\n\n#### The air around the perimeter began to shimmer as it formed a giant bubble around their campsite area. The dome allowed one to see the stars and the moon but not anything beyond.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea opened her pouch. Litho her bullfrog looked up at her with big eyes and blurted out, You changed the spell? Are we in danger? \n\n\n\n#### Setting him down, Galatea patted his head, Everything is fine. I need to rest and then Ill explain.  \n\n\n#### Soooo, we are in danger?\n\n\n\n#### No, everything is okay, Im exhausted. replied Galatea as she sat down on her bedroll and ate some nuts and dried fruit. Then she laid down and closed her eyes. \n\n\n\n#### You cant sleep? We could die! Litho exclaimed as he looked around the area.\n\n\n\n#### Opening one eyelid Galatea replied, We are completely safe. No worries. Now please, let me rest.\n\n\n\n#### Litho glanced over to the swampy area but instead of leaving he hopped next to Galatea arm  Looking up at her he softly sang,\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Slurp them down \n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Squishy and round\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Wings or feet\n\n\n\n#### Hm, hm, hm, hm \n\n\n#### They are a treat."}
{"id": "f4f6c21f-fdd9-45e4-84de-2730a5c7a801-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:16:03.639", "backgroundColor": "#123e2f", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgcTvbSaj6XmrrmJ5EDyTT33kSwV1AdK1pQPHnYP9Xri", "txHash": "0xa5ba7025af8d7a33cad7f0c6035c587e68739ba010a59e520eacf05f4d11508d", "createdAtBlock": 15862010, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXGr5VmRyCJ2zQABAvLSRxBSscfHT1DbZfXHh6nePKusd", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Hm, hm, hm, hm \n\n\n#### They are a treat.\n\n\n\n#### The singing stopped when he noticed Galatea was lightly breathing.  Scanning the bushes and trees he listened. Then hopped towards the marsh, picking up speed when he spied a caterpillar. \n\n\n\n#### An hour later Galatea sat up. We are safe my dear frog. Tonight is All Hallows Eve. The one night of the year spirits good and evil rise up and cause havoc around the world. I placed a powerful protection over us. Anything happening outside of the bubble will not bother us. The only problem is when I cast a more powerful spell it drains my energy. That is why I gathered firewood and got my bedroll set up for the night before I walked the perimeter.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea snapped her fingers at the stack of wood but only a couple small sparks hit the dry leaves. She leaned over and softly blew at them until they glowed and spread outwards to the twigs and logs.  Then she reached over and tapped Lithos nose, What would I do without you. Thanks for singing to me. It did help me feel better. Now go get something to eat you silly frog. \n\n\n\n#### I already did. Youve been sleeping for a loooong time.\n\n\n\n#### I was really tired. Since you ate, are you ready for a bedtime story? \n\n\n\n#### Yes, yes, and yes, Litho said, sitting up straight. \n\n\n\n#### On this night it is customary to tell scary stories. Would you like a ghost story?\n\n\n\n#### I would.  And..I wont be afraid. he answered while nodding.\n\n\n\n#### Wonderful, I need to go and get something first in order to tell the story."}
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{"id": "f4f6c21f-fdd9-45e4-84de-2730a5c7a801-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:16:03.639", "backgroundColor": "#123e2f", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgcTvbSaj6XmrrmJ5EDyTT33kSwV1AdK1pQPHnYP9Xri", "txHash": "0xa5ba7025af8d7a33cad7f0c6035c587e68739ba010a59e520eacf05f4d11508d", "createdAtBlock": 15862010, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXGr5VmRyCJ2zQABAvLSRxBSscfHT1DbZfXHh6nePKusd", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Graves never bothers anyone again except on each All Hallows Eve night if the stone is placed into a fire he rises up. Litho and Galatea both stared at the fire and the ghost walking back and forth. Galatea handed another rock to Litho and said, Here throw this into the fire. \n\n\n\n#### Litho took the stone and threw it as hard as he could into the flames. The rock flew right into the ghost. Graves called out: \n\n\n#### Bones bones \n\n\n#### who rattle my bones\n\n\n#### Don't dig by head or down by my toes\n\n#### \n\n\n#### Bones bones\n####  \n\n\n\n#### leave me alone\n\n\n#### Or I will grab you with one loud moan\n\n\n\n#### Galatea looked over at Litho. Litho stared at the ghost and then back at Galatea, Whooooos talking?\n\n\n\n#### Galatea laughed, Its me. I put a spell on both of the rocks when you werent looking. Theres no Graves. I made it all up. She snapped her fingers and the ghost vanished.  Happy All Hallows Eve, you silly frog."}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "## Bedtime Stories with Galatea and Litho\n\n\n## Real Friends\n\n\n\n#### Inside of the pouch Litho could barely hear the stick being dragged as it formed a trench into the dirt. He mouthed the words Galatea recited as she walked.\n\n\n\n#### Rise up high\n\n\n#### From earth to sky\n\n\n#### Protect all that dwell on \n\n\n#### The inside.\n\n\n\n#### When the end of the trench met the beginning Galatea headed towards the shade of a large oak tree. Opening her pouch a head popped out. \n\n\n\n#### Hello Litho?\n\n\n\n#### Hello right back at you. Im soooooo.hungry. Wheres the bugs? \n\n\n\n#### Picking up her bullfrog Galatea said, See that marshy area over there. Im sure its full of slimy crawly things. \n\n\n\n#### Sit me down, please. sit me down! My tummy is rumbly.  Galatea set Litho on the ground. He stretched out his front legs as far as they would go and then did the same with each of his back legs. Oooo, that feels so good after a long nap.\n\n\n\n#### Litho faced the marsh and took one hop forward, turned around and winked, then continued on his way as he danced and sang,\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n\n#### Slurp them down\n\n \n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### squishy and round\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Wings or feet\n\n\n\n#### Clap clap clap clap \n\n\n\n#### They are a treat\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Bugs are yummy\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### \n\n\n#### Bugs are sweet\n\n\n\n#### Clap clap clap clap\n\n\n\n#### Tastytasty \n\n\n#### Tasty.treats"}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-1", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Tastytasty \n\n\n#### Tasty.treats\n\n\n\n#### Hm hm hm hm \n\n\n\n#### Dont you bring back any of those nastycrawly things, Galatea called after him. Litho kept hopping forward until he disappeared into some tall weeds. Galatea went over to a grassless area and began to move rocks into a circle.  \n  \n\n\n#### A half hour later she headed to the fire pit with her arms full of wood when she heard.\n\n\n\n#### Help! Help! gurgle.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea dropped the wood and ran. Her face became red and her eyes scanned from left to right.\n \n\n\n#### Litho, Litho where are you?\n\n\n\n#### Reaching the weeds, she stopped and listened. The only sound was her heart pounding. Even the song birds were nowhere to be seen.\n\n\n\n#### Litho, Litho, she shouted.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea carefully walked through some tall grass and called again for her friend, Litho, where are you?\n\n\n\n#### She went a few more steps deeper into the marsh and found a small area of open water. A red hawk was sitting on top of a log that was half way stuck in the mud. The bird was hunched over staring downward. It was here she saw Litho curled up underneath it. Only his eyes were sticking out of the water.  Noticing Galatea.Litho eyeballs got bigger.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea quickly raised her left hand and blurted out, Raise up water!\n\n\n\n#### A single wave rose up above the hawk. The bird turned its head at Galatea and glared. Galatea leaned forward and moved her hand higher. The wave rose up too.\n\n\n\n#### Letting out a piercing screamthe hawk flew away."}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-2", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Letting out a piercing screamthe hawk flew away.\n\n\n\n####\n####  Galatea released her hand and called out, Litho, Everything is okay. You can come out now. I made the hawk leave.\n\n\n\n#### The bullfrog lifted his head out of the water and looked around. Are you sure its okay? \n\n\n\n#### Yes, I am sorry that happened to you. The hawk must have been in here somewhere before I cast my protection spell. He left and he wont be able to fly back in.  Litho slowly climbed out while checking his surroundings.  He sat on top of the log for a moment and then hopped over to Galatea.  Are you okay?\n\n\n\n#### Yes, Good thing I am fast. I was almost a snack.\n\n\n\n#### What happened?\n\n\n\n#### I was sitting by the water and a muskrat appeared. He said, Hello Friend, welcome!  He asked if I knew the best place for catching bugs.  I told him I didn't. Then the muskrat said I should sit on that log. I thanked him and jumped over to it. When I went to ask his name he was gone. I saw a large shadow andI realized the hawk was coming at me. I hopped into the water and I yelled for you.\n\n\n\n#### I am thankful I heard you and could get here in time.\n \n\n\n#### I thought it was weird the muskrat left because he said we were friends. I think he wanted me to sit there on purpose. \n\n\n\n#### I agree, replied Galatea."}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-3", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### I agree, replied Galatea. \n\n\n\n#### She picked Litho up until they were face to face. Several tears escaped from his eyes.  I promise to always take good care of you, Litho. You are going to stay close to me tonight. You can eat whatever bugs you find hiding under rocks and the wood pile as I build the campfire.\n\n\n\n#### Okay, I would like that.\n\n\n\n#### Later when the crickets started to sing their night song Galatea snapped her fingers at the wood and recited, \n\n\n\n#### \n\n\n#### Twist and turn \n\n#### Until rings are formed.\n\n\n\n\n\n#### The smoke rose up and made whispery circles that floated in all directions. Litho spied a moth flying towards the campfire. When it went through the center of a smoke ring. His tongue zapped it. \n\n\n\n#### Oh, one of my favorite games.  Bullseye the bugs.\n\n\n\n#### Have fun tonight, you silly frog, Galatea replied while opening her bedroll and sitting down.\n\n\n\n#### After a while, Litho went over and snuggled next to her. Galatea, how can you tell if someone is a friend or not?\n\n\n\n#### Thats a good question, Litho. Sometimes it is hard to tell. The muskrat you talked to today was a fake friend. He only wanted to get you into trouble. He didnt really want to help you.\n\n\n\n#### Why would he do that?\n\n\n\n#### We will probably never know? Maybe he didnt want to share the marsh with anyone. Maybe he just wanted to see you get eaten? Litho, real friends try to find ways to take care of you, get you out of trouble or cheer you up to make you  happy. You told me Midas is your friend. How do you know he is a real friend?"}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-4", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Hmmmlet me think. I know when I have asked Midas for help. It makes me feel happy to that golden toad hopping over. When my brothers and sister moved away I cried. Midas came over to see how I was. He made jokes to make me laugh. When he did that it made me feel special.\n\n\n\n#### Thats because Midas is a real friend. He is there for you in good times and bad. Litho, What if. sometimesMidas is too busy to help when you ask him?\n\n\n\n#### He will tell me and I will understand because he helps me at other times. \n\n\n\n#### What about Bloody?\n\n\n\n#### Oh, I dont know.  Everyone is afraid of Bloody.  Hes a red frog who was born with fangs and sucks the blood of his prey.\n\n\n\n#### Are you afraid of Bloody? ask Galatea.\n\n\n\n#### Nono Im not.\n\n\n\n#### Why?\n  \n\n\n#### Bloody saved my life once. I almost got eaten by a black water snake. Bloody attacked it and bit it with his fangs. He noticed I was upset and he invited me to sit with him at the end of his pond. After that whenever I hopped by his pond, I waved. Sometimes I stopped for a visit. We have things that are the same like we both get our feelings hurt easily. \n\n\n#### Would you say Bloody is a real friend?\n\n\n\n#### Hmmmm.Yes, yes I would. Oh I get iteveryone should not be judgy because you might be wrong about somebody.\n\n\n#### Litho, you dont get to decide how others feel but you can improve on how. you feel and how.you act.\n\n\n\n#### Galatea, I like real friends."}
{"id": "f68f43bf-3484-4d0f-afb7-539ec832fef4-5", "createdAt": "2022-10-30T16:40:17.185", "backgroundColor": "#0c1729", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXJdZG35Xm1orHTrCzbHjGq81MCpCPpWgfpnPX73Xku21", "txHash": "0x0b98c673e0e971774f7582b7857cca86f381960ca866eeb596f12f4e53239b24", "createdAtBlock": 15862131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWnv6rWu5b5PCB784fb1bL8sd6kH4wbD4anMLG5hd6PYs", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "#### Galatea, I like real friends.\n\n\n\n#### Yes, I totally agree. Litho, did you know that you can tell if someone is smart because it takes..brain power, it takes thought and effort to give compliments and be nice. It takes no brain power to hurt someones feelings. \n\n\n\n#### Ooooo, then I am super smart!\n\n\n\n#### Yes you are!\n\n\n\n#### Andso are you!\n\n\n\n#### Its time for me to go to sleep. Good night Litho.\n\n\n\n#### Good night Galatea, he replied as he hopped to the front of her bedroll and watched the smoke rings.\n\n\n\n#### All was quiet until softly\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Slurp them down\n\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n#### Squishy and round\n\n\n#### Bom bom bom bom\n\n\n#### Wings or feet\n\n\n\n#### Clap clap clap clap\n\n \n\n#### They are a treat\n\n\n\n\n#### The following wizard friends allowed me to use their familiars in my story.\n\n\n\n#### Kel 1/1-#8721 Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion and his familiar a golden toad named Midas.\n\n\n\n#### Panico-#3930 Battlemage Drako of the Obelisk and his familiar an ember frog named Bloody."}
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{"id": "3092ebbb-2dd8-48f6-8493-72659d2e68e6-0", "createdAt": "2022-10-31T17:08:41.316", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPm8HH5tQqzDTgcr3bPqis6BvvKaz8HJ6odjCvigVf9Ns", "txHash": "0x0124064ebdabc1c1060b2a4ef3108e57443f497a90b7ad8a5a6bbd94ecea4c90", "createdAtBlock": 15869435, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9650, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Zelroth of the Citadel", "text": "# Archmage Zelroth and his Snake of Doom\n\nOne day, @wizard9650 and his snake Norman were peacefully strolling the shores of the Dream Master Lake when they saw an explosion coming from The Secret Tower.\n\nZelroth turned to his snake and said: *\"Behold, an explosion. Let's go, Norman!!\"* And so they teleported to the gate of The Secret Tower, and snuck around the perimeter peer inside.\n\nIn the laboratory on the east side of The Secret Tower, they saw none other than @wizard140 and his monkey Bubs charred from a recent explosion. @wizard140 looked irate and began yelling *\"Goddamnit Bubs, you know that bananas become highly volatile when exposed to nightshade! Never again, Bubs! Never Again!\"*\n\nBubs began to walk away, his shoulders slumped, and appeared to be very sad. @wizard9650's Snake slithered behind him. *\"Hey Bubs, it's me Norman. Are you feeling sad?\"*\n\nBubs said *\"yes, I screwed up the banana experiment again. Angus is really upset with me.\"*\n\nNorman embraced Bubs. *\"It's going to be OK Bubs.\"*\n\n@wizard9650 looked on with pride."}
{"id": "9d57cd20-58a8-4f9f-b3d8-db9a80d7bcba-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:20.262", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPRsbEAPELK6BaXELxxTy3cJVVo8cVqWCet6LDLz3C9qx", "txHash": "0x4e68d051e1f3a02efa14e54a3035c3e1e072f55938ae237046a1409b1df94d56", "createdAtBlock": 13907840, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8352, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Cybele of the Hollow", "text": "# The Lore of Sage Cybele of the Hollow\n\nAt first glace to many, Cybele is just a humble bar maid. She serves pints to fellow travelers passing through the Thirsty Wizard. But those that look a little closer will understand that there is much more to Sage Cybele of the Hollow.\n\nBorn a Red Priestest, much was expected of her by her royal family including a promise made by her father for Cybele to be married. But... Cybele did not agree and was already half way across the Eylisian Fields and into the Wood on her pony Conker before anyone noticed she had gone.\n\nNot much is known about this period of Cybles life, riding and living on the run from one village to the next. However, this is when it is believed Cybele discovered her power. Being on the run, Cybele had to learn how to harvest her magic on her own fom within, which was a dark and perplexing experience. Creating and learning spells during this dark time of her life made Cybele of the Hollow into the Sage she is today. In the forest at night, casting spells with her familair by her side. Some say she even summoned her feline from the abyss and that is why its eyes shine red like her staff.\n\nCybele's father was found dead late one evening with a red knife in his heart. Was it the goblins? The Wraiths? Or was it Cybele back for her final revenge...? No one knows.\n\nNobody in the red kingdom has seen or heard Cybele since the day she fled. Only few dare to murmur these mysterious stories, and those that do may find their lives cut short."}
{"id": "f69e4bcd-b4a0-4501-a849-cdef6fbda97e-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-01T01:14:04.794", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZa7hEcCQReCL987NU7PMZSXCPWn53LyorhcbzckdnYj4", "txHash": "0x929b282b5fd5b456cf76462691b069209c5301e540199d9e5cf507182dbcc347", "createdAtBlock": 15871849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 239, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaZTRyhUZQqffgr1LNKefQmixaGtvrmGuixtk91botneQ", "name": "Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium", "text": "# Halloween, Part I of II\n\n\n\nThick but sparse clouds lazily pace above the multitude of hollers and ravines below; these have long guarded and isolated Dream Master Lake, The Gate to the Seventh Realm, and The Sacred Pillars from each other. The early evening moon hangs cautiously above, paying only a third of its attention to -\n\n@wizard239, @wizard4104, with warriors @warrior12974 and @warrior9282 at their side, stand at a slightly elevated mountain clearing, facing four heavily cloaked Blue Wizard Spymasters. An enchantment gently rests upon the four Blue Wizards, fluttering with the wind, further masking their identities.\n\n\"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't cut all of you down at once.\" one of the Blue Wizards snarls through his thick cloak and veil.\n\n\n\n\"And tell the rest of your scum gang to reveal themselves. You're downwind, YOU FOOLS.\" another utters then yells.\n\nThe rest slowly reveal themselves. @warrior10234, @warrior2023, @warrior10975, @warrior3154, @warrior12973.\n\nWild Mage hmphs.\n\n\"Let's be transparent here - tell your lackeys to do the same.\"\n\nThey do, and there is even more than Wild Mage expected them to bring.\n\n\n\nEveryone present stares straight ahead, but eyes each other without moving their heads.\n\n\"We could keep this going, but all of us present with me tonight would prefer we draw this to a ceasefire - for everyone's mutual benefit.\"\n\nWild Mage continues, but one of the four interrupts.\n\n\"Mutual benefit?\" They all chuckle derisively."}
{"id": "f69e4bcd-b4a0-4501-a849-cdef6fbda97e-1", "createdAt": "2022-11-01T01:14:04.794", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZa7hEcCQReCL987NU7PMZSXCPWn53LyorhcbzckdnYj4", "txHash": "0x929b282b5fd5b456cf76462691b069209c5301e540199d9e5cf507182dbcc347", "createdAtBlock": 15871849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 239, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaZTRyhUZQqffgr1LNKefQmixaGtvrmGuixtk91botneQ", "name": "Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium", "text": "\"Mutual benefit?\" They all chuckle derisively.\n\n\"Wild Mage...and his resplendent lance...\" they all start laughing even more, \"- performing cheap mercenary tricks - for OUR mutual benefit.\" One of them asks, \"Does that sound like a deal, or what?\"\n\n\"You're pathetic, @wizard239.\" One of them spits.\n\n\n\nWild Mage glances at the spit in the dirt, but then rights his frame and gaze.\n\n\"Here's my offer. We will leave The Wild be, with the exception of @warrior7917 and her Chainsaw Guard maintaining patrol of its highways and byways for everyone's benefit. As for the stolen research and development from your fine Bastion, well, I will cut you in and we can use that as a peaceful foothold through which we could develop, at least, a more profitable relationship.\"\n\nThe glares through the veils could be felt.\n\n\"No.\" One of the Blue Wizards takes a single step forward. \"Is that all you have to offer, Wild Mage?\"\n\n\n\nWild Mage stares forward.\n\n\"You don't understand...\" Wild Mage adjusts himself, sighs, and then glares, \"...what you're doing by refusing peace...\"\n\nHe turns from the four Blue Wizards standing before him to Larry. Larry's eyes glaze over and he stands at attention, nodding to him.\n\nThe Blue Wizards stare on, silently.\n\n\n\n\"Tell me...how loyal are you and your lackeys to the cause - of refusing us a ceasefire?\"\n\nWild Mage's voice lowers.\n\n\"Is it more loyalty - than this?\"\n\nWild Mage turns again to Larry, and makes some quick gestures. Larry salutes him. The skies darken a bit further, despite it already being well enough into the night."}
{"id": "f69e4bcd-b4a0-4501-a849-cdef6fbda97e-2", "createdAt": "2022-11-01T01:14:04.794", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZa7hEcCQReCL987NU7PMZSXCPWn53LyorhcbzckdnYj4", "txHash": "0x929b282b5fd5b456cf76462691b069209c5301e540199d9e5cf507182dbcc347", "createdAtBlock": 15871849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 239, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaZTRyhUZQqffgr1LNKefQmixaGtvrmGuixtk91botneQ", "name": "Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium", "text": "The four Blue Wizard Spymasters all shift their attention to Larry. A couple take a step back. The others in the backgrounds watch intently.\n\nLarry seems to strain and gasp and then step to his right and\n\nCeases. To be.\n\n\n\nEveryone can hear their heart beating as even the Warriors can see that @warrior9282 has not just vanished. He is null of existence.\n\nEnough of those present, at once, thought of @wizard1545 - he felt a psychic tug for a brief moment.\n\n\n\nWild Mage bangs his broom's handle end upon the ground, snapping the silence.\n\n\"YOU - do not KNOW how many are loyal to me.\" He points at @wizard4104. \"HE - doesn't even know how many are loyal to me. THAT loyal to me.\"\n\n\n\nWild Mage sneers, spits on the ground, and then raises his chin.\n\n\"I want that ceasefire.\""}
{"id": "971db16b-79cc-4e50-a873-cf6e17e6a55a-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-01T01:47:30.319", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckJ1X57CFxbQhgeWqHGrPDdmyXudh91ciQLRfYkQ5CcH", "txHash": "0xb4e6d9d8badd78abe20ee712de69be50ffc2cb71a78a3e736c306ad3a054b777", "createdAtBlock": 15872014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9282, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qma1rqCTuuccfj8jCL7Q92VaRtq1d6sgBjEQXP5R4zBraV", "name": "Larry Fencer of the Alley", "text": "# Part 3\n\n\"You don't understand...\" @wizard239 adjusts himself, sighs, and then smirks, \"...what you're doing by refusing peace...\"\n\nWild Mage turns from the four Blue Wizard Spymasters standing before us - him, @wizard4104, @warrior12974 and myself; he locks eyes with me. A chill runs up my spine. The enchantment. I am calm. I have always known this day could arrive. Would arrive? I am fine.\n\nI relax myself and again look to Wild Mage, and I nod. I keep a stern face, I hope. The wind is howling as I think about my family. I think about that bastard, @soul1704. I am scared and calm.\n\nThe veiled Blue Wizards stare on, silently.\n\n\n\n\"Tell me...how loyal are you and your lackeys to the cause - of refusing us a ceasefire?\"\n\n\"Is it more loyalty than this?\"\n\n\n\nWild Mage turns again to me, and gives me the secret signal. My heart sinks. My hand moves on its own, saluting him.\n\nI step aside, widening my stance a bit.\n\nI want to live. I want to -\n\nThe Blue Wizards all shift their attention to me.\n\nI think about my children, that day they...\n\n\n\nI feel a surge. I feel it to be true. @warrior10234 almost pulled the assassination off. I have no doubts that Wild Mage will fulfill this.\n\nI do not want to live.\n\n\n\nI step again and the enchantment burns as I put my hand to my throat and the other to my heart and I feel it - I feel the\n\nNothing.\n\n\n\nNothing."}
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{"id": "82c8c359-e4f9-480c-84ef-eb797d4106b8-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-01T13:29:04.535", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWi1NAjRS4Kuq9i9vC3vXyzCr4H66tzxrEqpt7xnDfCXF", "txHash": "0x0f04142b370a15512adb7a07621fa4ae58966a6714fa538323c0fb7824423cb9", "createdAtBlock": 15875478, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2667, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Meredith of the Road", "text": "# Prologue \n\nThis year, the season seemed unable to make up its mind. \n\nSummer had been unusually cool, but Rudolph, Vanquisher of Mount Titan, had hoped that the season would hold for the length of his journey.  Yet, as he crossed the mountainous region, summer gave way to Fall.  Temperatures dropped, and it began to rain.  Cold rain soaked into his clothes, and chill penetrating winds swept up the mountainsides.  Even his horse began to snort his discomfort. The trip afforded no comfort and little rest.\n\nHe stuck to the goat herders trail as long as he could, attempting to avoid any skirmishes with the invading armies.\n\nAs he descended from the mountain trails, the storm abated, but the cool Fall weather remained.  Out of the mountains, he followed the trade routes, where wagons had cut deep muddy ruts in the road. These criss-crossed with other tracks - the unmistakeable movement of a large army.\n\nAs he travelled, he passed farmsteads. Some of these had been burned to the ground, while others had been quietly abandoned.\n\nIt was only as he came closer to the city of (name of city) that he passed farms that were still activebut even then, farmers would stop their work to eye him warily.\n\n      All men and women with weapons and armor such as his would have been a part of a standing army or conscripted, so he could be mistaken for a scout or a deserter. Neither was good.\n\nClose to sunset, he passed the last hill, and the walls of the city come into view."}
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{"id": "fcc27d40-dd13-4b81-bd9f-80f654b550a7-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-03T18:26:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZPVNyjqwLzsChfjfnqzwxvs3utNgaKduPhkwkfQdc9xA", "txHash": "0x6a5259df3fa27e29ef40647ab14a2dd0b6d29466d6ff4601cd7f08d191649f1c", "createdAtBlock": 15891268, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1005, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Robert Impaler of Magic", "text": "Robert finished checking the Mythril chains and shackles on his captive one last time before returning to his side of the shelter with a satisfied grunt.\n\nDo you really think I could get out of this? asked the captive, a thin, scrawny man whose disposition and physical traits matched those of a ferret.\n\nYes. replied Robert gruffly, Youre a sneaky fella.\n\nThe captive pursed his lips and blew out his cheeks as he flexed his rather unimpressive muscles and mimed trying to burst out of his chains with all his might.\n\nIt earned him a short guffaw from Robert, and a smile lingered on his face.\n\nYoure in rather a good mood for someone whos about to be turned over to the goblins, said Robert. \n\nHis manner of speaking was blunt, flat, and firm but also portrayed intelligence not usually associated with someone of his brawny stature.\n\nWell, seeing as our progress is stalled no, dare I say, halted for the near foreseeable future. Yes, why not be jovial? replied the captive.\n\nWind howled outside the entrance to the cave Robert had hastily and luckily discovered as the signs of a sandstorm began to materialize earlier that day. He had to periodically crawl down the narrow passage leading to the entrance and clear away the sand to avoid suffocation and death in the night.\n\nRobert rummaged through his pack and pulled out a burlap sack of roasted chestnuts, which he began to munch on.\n\nThe sound of some of his favorite treats being consumed roused Camanco from his sleep. The grey-maned baboon clambered onto Roberts armored torso with excitement.\n\nGet me my wine, and you can share in the chestnuts, my friend, said Robert with a smile."}
{"id": "fcc27d40-dd13-4b81-bd9f-80f654b550a7-1", "createdAt": "2022-11-03T18:26:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZPVNyjqwLzsChfjfnqzwxvs3utNgaKduPhkwkfQdc9xA", "txHash": "0x6a5259df3fa27e29ef40647ab14a2dd0b6d29466d6ff4601cd7f08d191649f1c", "createdAtBlock": 15891268, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1005, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Robert Impaler of Magic", "text": "Camanco bounded across the sandstone cave to where Roberts wineskin lay and returned just as quickly. He put a hand on the bag of chestnuts and did not relinquish the skin until Robert had surrendered the snacks.\n\nRobert brought the skin to his mouth with a meaty fist and drank deeply.\n\nHe regarded his captive, Id offer you some, but youre not going to catch me feeding you wine like a babe.\n\nThe captive smiled, Well, I appreciate your notion of hospitality nonetheless.\n\nDo you ever remove your armor, sir?\n\nRobert grunted.\n\nNot around wizards, I dont.\n\nYes, its a unique set. Some kind of ward in your chest plate? asked the captive.\n\nWouldnt you like to know? replied Robert with a smirk.\n\nWell, yes, I would. Im rather bored, you see.\n\nRobert shrugged. He was bored too.\n\nWell, if you wont tell me that, perhaps you can regale me with the story of how you became a wizard hunter.\n\nThats a long story, said Robert.\n\nWeve got time, replied the captive cheerfully.\n\nRobert sighed and threw his hands up lazily, Fine. What would you like to know?\n\nWell, sir, lets start with where youre from. Did they have magic there?\n\nRobert removed his gauntlets and rubbed his chin. Then he began to talk."}
{"id": "e918f1a8-8ec4-4eba-996c-85f422b6c34a-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-03T20:29:41.825", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjRPtXib6cojHriPvZJT8ms7W64gXxC35bPGCknA3E5Z", "txHash": "0xefeb614d025f3b29105e02242601b3e0a0f84564de1e31e46b2acb508dc783cf", "createdAtBlock": 15891879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4702, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Aleister of the Mist", "text": "# End of the ancient\n\nWhen he woke up, everything was different. We don't know if he lost his brothers or his soul first, but he was first of this kind.\n\nBehind these blue eyes,\nBehind this blue ball,\nBehind this blue beard,\nBehind this blue caduceus,\nAll this power never used.\n\nWhen we found him he was lost, inside and outside, and we are now sure of one things : they were powerful. These colorful brothers of the forest.\n\nNow that he is alone, Aleister, as we think he is named don't say nothing. He helpsome women and childrens sometimes at the village but we don't know if one day he will have the force to get up against them.\n\n**You will still care old man, you will still care.**\n\nWhen The Pumpkin, The Frog, The Demon, The Crow and the Fire Black Man will come to shake your hand, you will be back, you will raise your community and you will beat yourself and conquer the world, you will make it yours. \n\n**Be Your Own Oracle, old sport.**"}
{"id": "4d3affc2-d739-487a-b9c7-f14cb43872a8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:28.027", "backgroundColor": "#eccfb4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV5xNcAmZLSs5cvtKmae2nFVoVoDxsubzJkE2XroQkr3S", "txHash": "0xf5ebb7d268e9d3e34c7f64db25c6d174a1395eeca95de7f87db60b867e7641d0", "createdAtBlock": 13923522, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2071, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Alatar of the Bastion", "text": "# Shining Mount Codex of Powerful Persons: \n\n# ALATAR OF THE BASTION\n\n### Age:\n\nUnknown\n\n### Alignment: \n\nChaotic Neutral\n\n### Association: \n\nThe Rod and Rabbit Adventuring Company\n\n### Known Magicks: \n\nNo direct observation of his spellcasting exists, though records of Rod and Rabbit business dealings imply he can traverse great distances in short order and parley with even the most mindless of horrors and beasts.\n\n### Lore: \n\nIt is said that Alatar was of humble, even mundane beginnings. Some even go so far to say that he had no spark of magic, was barely literate, dug trenches for a living and smelled of dung.  Fewer and fewer say this, though, as those that do end up in ditches, smelling of death.\n\nAlatar is the Grandmaster of the Rod and Rabbit Adventuring Company.  This elite troop offers the public little insight into their customs and methods, however it is widely known that they are devastatingly effective at untangling complex arcane capers.  Some whisper they are efficacious unravelers simply because they mastermind these misfortunes in the first place.  It is not wise to whisper this.\n\nIf Alatar ever leads the Rod and Rabbit through your locale, glance at him only with the periphery of your vision.  Those who look him in the eye rarely tell of what they see, but here I will tell you, for I was just a boy when Alatar passed through my village with a caravan of caged abominations: there are tunnels in his eyes, rabbit holes with many scurrying, hurrying, digging rabbits. The rabbits in his eyes caught me staring, and they stared back, smiling, their teeth bigger than the entire world."}
{"id": "4d3affc2-d739-487a-b9c7-f14cb43872a8-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:28.027", "backgroundColor": "#eccfb4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV5xNcAmZLSs5cvtKmae2nFVoVoDxsubzJkE2XroQkr3S", "txHash": "0xf5ebb7d268e9d3e34c7f64db25c6d174a1395eeca95de7f87db60b867e7641d0", "createdAtBlock": 13923522, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2071, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Alatar of the Bastion", "text": "Through all my training, I have never forgotten the terror and curiosity I felt that day.  My magic is practical, focused and sacred. The magic in Alatars eyes is simply immense: a universe of tunnels with something lurking at their core.\n\nAre those rabbits still waiting to guide me deeper?\n\n-Sorcerer Amir of the Mount [5137]\n\n_***This page was torn from the codex, crumpled and partly burnt.  The Koopling Hobbs [5845] discovered the page and returned it to the archive after the Purge._"}
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{"id": "e80ae4a8-afd8-4248-bc2b-0b12ec17a8a2-2", "createdAt": "2022-11-06T00:59:28.622", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 6, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSaUkvSbyctGfSmzuMsan8R85S4GDuoKVG8sRn9Fdv2FF", "txHash": "0x0f327d43743c90539db1356c55d95f4cb74af0c94ddcd5429defb35facb349c1", "createdAtBlock": 15907549, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 239, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZNM73TaB3gJtnX3qAv6DwpnmhsLLq3BVtBRpL2H2VAkv", "name": "Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium", "text": "Wild Mage appears rattled. Then Wild Mage appears unrattled. \"It's like that, huh, old friend?\"\n\nArch-Magician Ulysse stares hatefully back at Wild Mage.\n\n\"It -is- like that.\"\n\n\n\nRumblings of movement, a few pebbles careening down the slopes of the mountains - these are heard behind Wild Mage and his companions. For a half second, there is a pause until - a voice booms from one of the cavern openings in the background.\n\n\"I, too, desire a ceasefire for you both.\"\n\n\n\n@soul8792, the dark patriarch of Morons, emerges from the mouth of the cave, holding a Blue Wizard doll. A paralysis settles upon everyone present at the sight of the legendary vampire, as everyone present increases dramatically in number.\n\n\n\n@warrior4319, @warrior5087, and @warrior9232 emerge from behind scattered crags. @warrior5083 and @warrior11671 both leap down from a nearby bluff. @wizard8418, @wizard946, @wizard4896, and @wizard4351, @wizard7055 all appear to materialize among the Moron Warriors.\n\nBut then the fear on the postures of the cloaked Blue Wizards, it shifts into fury as a single blue wizard walks from around the corner to stand with - @wizard113.\n\n\n\n\"Now what was that about who detecting whom being downwind of whom..?\" Wild Mage arrogantly picks at his robe for a moment, then looks back to all of the Blue Wizards present.\n\n\n\nNosferatu holds up the doll like a trophy.\n\n\"And if there isn't going to be a ceasefire, I'm going to need you Blue Wizards to show me - where on this doll do you want me to hurt you?\""}
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{"id": "7a7526a9-9e32-4780-8638-f12e4695d695-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:34.811", "backgroundColor": "#28104e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPMUfvZgcLVnmHnR56x6ksr7tRpufV7BmZBEKo46Z2mfQ", "txHash": "0xdfb22c243dade260ede6c4b260e42fb97d6b0bd42c846ca36f26fed7c972d959", "createdAtBlock": 15915425, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6754, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hagatha of Arcadia", "text": "# Dr. Hagatha Zamfir, MD\n\nAfter wealthy landowners of Vampyre Mist agreed to auction off their fields for the wide-scale dumping of hazardous chemicals, the region turned into a wasteland of disease, famine, and violence. Pollution in the air and water began mutating the surrounding vegetation and livestock. Incessant consumption of this mutated food resulted in the altered composition of the local people's blood, turning it radioactive in the process. \"The Effected\" as they were called began exhibiting symptoms almost identical to that of vampyres; their skin turned green, they grew fangs, and they thirsted for fresh sustenance in a never ending battle to replace their tainted, toxic blood. This occurrence spawned a new age of vampyres who were given the name \"Latter-Day Vamps.\" Dr. Hagatha Zamfir, a new-age vampyre and long-time resident of the Mist, has dedicated her life and medical practice to the production and distribution of animal blood, the utilization of blood donations centers, and the research of synthetic blood as alternatives to vampyres preying on the people of the Runiverse. \n\nhttps://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vTKbtczLYVkyOhgj4D0CZWz3e1Zsngkps8zteCkgl7rxjQEczxr5N2fRlJNYjmbzHotJxkd73YlkP-u/pub"}
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{"id": "f86b4e46-0314-4c87-bce8-b479b4f26cd7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:04.671", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdguBpSPwsgLx8nCjmBDsza14JHU5mHLCmgZik1HywUa3", "txHash": "0x7091cf6d6b5272ed0394151e24a3bfc4fd76e990338639a988a2d4f52bfedb86", "createdAtBlock": 13930927, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5513, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Oiq of the Lake", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Oiq of the Lake\n\nOiq was born the sixth son into a large imp family, which meant he was probably not afforded as much parental attention as he deserved. Consequently, his remarkable aptitude for all things magical was not discovered until one day when he accidentally blew up the neighbor's prized pumpkin with an ignite spell. His folks were hardworking immigrant farmhands who had no idea what to do with their precocious child, so they shipped him off to the Pigmoles School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he could get proper tutelage to develop his budding arcane talents.\n\nGrowing up, Oiq was a shy child who earned respectable grades across all his subjects, but he was also nerdy and a bit of a social outcast. Like many of his brethren greenskins, he aspired to one day join the legendary Kobold Horde, but his kobold classmates shunned him for only being an imp, which they considered to be a weaker race. Fortunately, Oiq made a dear friend early on: Niles the Snake, who was actually a specimen that Oiq was supposed to dissect in lab class. Plans changed when the young imp discovered that his snake was still alive (it was just pretending to be dead) and snuck it out of the lab. He failed the class, but gained a friend for life, who continues to travel with him to this day as a constant companion and familiar."}
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{"id": "033fd16e-d833-4019-9cca-f16d2c4cf314-4", "createdAt": "2022-11-12T04:43:42.934", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmatGrCHzg8REpSTasCydHRujT84v4VBM7ZZpY98J6X1HZ", "txHash": "0x39e9ba46a99b8b6eac07e67d0c83861a11d5ce07a089bc011b5adf314363c6a2", "createdAtBlock": 15951683, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": true, "tokenId": 7754, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTCZHRedmfk1M4paSiZPwceRsHSsetz5mbdsLzF7EWRFf", "name": "Everett Savior of the Coliseum", "text": "and puts it on while trying to hide the immense pain and walks out of the arena, as the crowd cheers and rains roses and coin on Everett."}
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{"id": "965b0b6e-0251-4abc-9699-51bcd26811e7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:13.166", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXY3aTQwT859k4ZiZ7D9edxx7tSzwyVrw1pEoyGHYkeZ4", "txHash": "0x3b96a2385f3c2f60646449a837d6f7fd861edc5e63d4ac80a8357f9ba8a44c0a", "createdAtBlock": 13934396, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2109, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Gunthor of the Canyon", "text": "# The Lore of Geomancer Gunthor of the Canyon\n\nBorn Timmy of the Hamlet there was nothing special about this boy.  A little rotund, very quiet and seen as strange to outsiders and his fellow villagers.  He was a blacksmiths son and constantly picked on for his differences. \n\nAsleep on a bed of hay one fateful evening a strange creature approached.  A small albino rat with dead black eyes.  Timmy awoke in a panic as the rodent bit him and then scurried away.  \n\nThe next day while taking the slopbucket out he felt strange, maybe even stronger? Something foreign was coarsing through his chubby body. \n\nAs was typical a group of children laughed at Timmy.  They pointed at the holes in his britches.  Timmy grew furious.  He balled his fists and then small pebbles started to rise from the ground.  The winds swirled around him and then larger rocks rose as well.  He turned around and yelled furiously at the children and then blackness enveloped him.\n\nWhen Timmy awoke he was at the top of a vast chasm. His village gone.  Swallowed by a newly formed canyon below.  The only living being around was that small rat whose previously dead eyes now showed a glint of excitement. \n\nHe walked, but didn't make it far as a group of strangely dressed beings approached him.  \n\n\"Gunthor\" they yelled towards him.  \"We've been expecting you\".\n\nThey tossed to him an emerald staff with the promise of helping him hone his powers.  He went with them because where else would he go?  His epic journey began."}
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{"id": "ee6cd544-e01d-4ed1-9cd5-4ef193997513-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:18.941", "backgroundColor": "#3a423a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQTSDBRr4bpLevav62Gn3xsYfQMZZqVe5GT5QNVQctFei", "txHash": "0x556c78a0a4bb2a37cf0c9c4fd5f573d4fbb4b8066862ecc227f8f73637cad98f", "createdAtBlock": 13936958, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1340, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rowena of the Keep", "text": "# The Lore of Witch Rowena of the Keep\n\nAway in a vast chasm between two mountains lies Witch Rowena's fortress.\n\nKnown as the redoubtable one, Rowena guards her palace with the help of her servant Chad.\n\nOnce day, she was on the way to see Chad, when she decided to take a short-cut through the edge of Sherwood Court.\n\nIt wasn't long before Witch got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite electric good-luck charm, Flash-chan, but Flash-chan was nowhere to be found! Witch began to panic. She felt sure she had packed it. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.\n\nUnexpectedly, she saw an electrified slime with a green hue disappearing into the trees.\n\n\"How odd!\" she thought.\n\nFor the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed slime. Perhaps it could tell her the way out of the forest.\n\nEventually, the witch reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from kale and one made from chocolates.\n\nThe witch could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.\n\n\"Hello!\" she called. \"Is anybody there?\"\n\nNobody replied.\n\nWitch looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a _whole_ house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.\n\nA thunderous cackle broke through the air, giving Witch Rowena a fright. A different witch, much shorter and full in stature, jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Flash-chan!"}
{"id": "ee6cd544-e01d-4ed1-9cd5-4ef193997513-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:18.941", "backgroundColor": "#3a423a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQTSDBRr4bpLevav62Gn3xsYfQMZZqVe5GT5QNVQctFei", "txHash": "0x556c78a0a4bb2a37cf0c9c4fd5f573d4fbb4b8066862ecc227f8f73637cad98f", "createdAtBlock": 13936958, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1340, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rowena of the Keep", "text": "\"Flash-chan!\" shouted Rowena. She turned to the witch. \"That's my charm!\"\n\nThe stout witch just shrugged.\n\n\"Give Flash-chan back!\" cried Rowena.\n\n\"Not on your nelly!\" said the witch.\n\n\"At least let it out of that cage!\"\n\nBefore she could reply, the electrified green slime rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.\n\n\"Hello Slime,\" said the witch.\n\n\"Good morning.\" The slime noticed Flash-chan. \"Who or what is this?\"\n\n\"That's Flash-chan,\" explained the witch.\n\n\"Ooh! Flash-chan would look lovely in my cave dwelling. Give it to me!\" demanded the slime.\n\nThe witch shook her head. \"It's staying with me.\"\n\n\"Um... Excuse me...\" Rowena interrupted. \"Flash-chan lives with me! And _not_ in a cage!\"\n\nThe slime ignored her. \"Is there nothing you'll trade?\" he asked the witch.\n\nThe witch thought for a moment, then said, \"I do like to be entertained. I'll release it to anybody who can eat a whole front door.\"\n\nRealizing how unexciting and unwilling Rowena was to eat a door, despite being hungry, she lashed out, \"That's the stupidest challenge I've ever heard of.\"\n\n\"I have to agree,\" the slime said. \"It's honestly ridiculous.\"\n\nThe slime then peered over at Witch Rowena. Noticing her attire, how beautifully and neatly it matched the color of Flash-chan, he came to a realization. He thought to himself \"I've been dealing with this hag for over a decade at this point, and this looks like an opportunity for a new friend,\" \n\n\"Why does Flash-chan matter so much to you anyway?\" inquired the slime."}
{"id": "ee6cd544-e01d-4ed1-9cd5-4ef193997513-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:18.941", "backgroundColor": "#3a423a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQTSDBRr4bpLevav62Gn3xsYfQMZZqVe5GT5QNVQctFei", "txHash": "0x556c78a0a4bb2a37cf0c9c4fd5f573d4fbb4b8066862ecc227f8f73637cad98f", "createdAtBlock": 13936958, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1340, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rowena of the Keep", "text": "\"Why does Flash-chan matter so much to you anyway?\" inquired the slime.\n\nRowena replied, \"Flash-chan is bound to my soul, and gives me the power to wield lightning strikes that can make the target explode upon impact. Luckily, Flash-chan cannot be used by others without breaking our bond, which requires the utmost powered incantations.\"\n\n\"I like the cut of your gib,\" the slime flatly replied, seeming to ignore the explanation, \"Let's eat some doors!\" \n\nIt was not apparent to Witch Rowena at the time, but the electric slime had a plan to rid the witch who captured Flash-chan. Rowena watched, feeling very worried. She really didn't want the witch to give Flash-chan to the slime. It would be like missing part of her soul.\n\n\"I'll eat this whole house,\" said the slime. \"Just you watch!\"\n\nBig Slime pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from chocolates. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.\n\nAnd more.\n\nAnd more.\n\nEventually, the slime started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more mouthfuls of chocolates, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.\n\n\"Erm... I don't feel too good,\" said the now very rotund slime.\n\nSuddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer sit up!\n\n\"Help!\" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope and slammed into one of Sherwood Court's thick trees. As he hit the tree, he released a belch so fierce it shook the nearby trees almost as violently as the impact."}
{"id": "ee6cd544-e01d-4ed1-9cd5-4ef193997513-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:18.941", "backgroundColor": "#3a423a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQTSDBRr4bpLevav62Gn3xsYfQMZZqVe5GT5QNVQctFei", "txHash": "0x556c78a0a4bb2a37cf0c9c4fd5f573d4fbb4b8066862ecc227f8f73637cad98f", "createdAtBlock": 13936958, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1340, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rowena of the Keep", "text": "Upon witnessing this, the crooked witch erupted with laughter. \"That's undoubtedly one of the funniest things I have seen my entire time in this realm! You win! You win! Ahehehehehe!\"\n\nAs soon as the short witch calmed her laughter, she conjured a key to unlock the cage holding Flash-chan. Handing it over, the slime quickly tossed Flash-chan to Rowena. \"Strike me, quickly! Come on, now. Don't dawdle.\"\n\nWitch Rowena felt an instant rush being reunited with her charm. Raising her arm, she smacked the blob. Electricity from the slime coursed through her. Being used to electrocution, it was more embarrasing than it was painful. \n\n\"No! Use Flash-chan!\" \n\nFlustered, and finally realizing what the slime meant, Rowena summoned the power of Flash-chan. Striking the slime, he exploded into a thouand pieces in all direction, creating an electric force that obliterated the wicked witch with a loud shriek. \n\nThe slime's body emerged from the goopy shock puddle, now only a miniscule fraction of his original size. \"That was AWESOME!\" He declared. \"I haven't had this much fun since I was a wee lad. We should hang out more!\"\n\nRowena, realizing the power of companionship with the slime, accepted after a little hesistation. \"Okay, but you have to let me know of your plans before you blow us both up,\" she joked. \n\nThe slime nodded, and shared the directions out of the Sherwood Court forest. They headed for Chad's residence as they forged the beginning of a strong friendship."}
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{"id": "2dcea326-0199-42e2-bd4f-ceb556386b18-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-13T22:43:15.523", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRrnt5emnPRxDDMKFdxpsdwmcDrkBS1UyEzMZqt5eoU9b", "txHash": "0x4fe97d00d90a4a7d87c0024578098605a1385c85bebaa40a1baa848508dfdbea", "createdAtBlock": 15964168, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7754, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTCZHRedmfk1M4paSiZPwceRsHSsetz5mbdsLzF7EWRFf", "name": "Everett Savior of the Coliseum", "text": "**Everett Savior of the Coliseum**\n\n     The suns rays seep in through the cracks in the stone.  Everett can hear metal clashing from the current fight.  The Crowd erupts in cheers, Everett knows what this means.  After the cheer, there is a sudden silence.  The silence seems as if it lasts an eternity.  Suddenly a harmonious chant begins; Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill!.  The crowd has rendered their verdict and expect the winning gladiator to deliver.  The chant reaches a peak that shakes the foundation of the Coliseum, there is a pause and a sudden burst of cheer.  The Coliseum shakes and dust from the ceiling falls onto Everetts armor."}
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{"id": "21868801-e6eb-4e24-bf46-9d31a784d046-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-14T04:13:55.155", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV8ATrM4SCshZbdfFEyT3cJnw212GvCk7y9JMimfApihk", "txHash": "0x438e576536d9a7d2ee7af532301ca23da0885c1dbe25ca82ec3eceb8fe6531e0", "createdAtBlock": 15965814, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9342, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Leah of the Steppe", "text": "**Chapter 1:**\nMagus Leah ran a business being an independent broker of deals between the many Wizard factions throughout the universe. Different factions typically approached her with a desire to procure an item that is not typically for sale or wants anonymity in the purchase. She then leverages her extensive network to source that item and its ownership. \n\nThat is the easy part. The hard part is finding out all information about the item and the owner to find an entry point into structuring a deal. She has learnt over time that most of the time money alone is not enough of a factor to pry loose the wanted item. For these deals, skeletons in the closet provide a lot of leverage. \n\nThe item owner might want another item in place to be procured for them and so on. Deals could get complicated quickly and difficult to disentangle. However, Magus Leah has proven to be creative in her approach to clients and has a high success rate. Even more importantly, she has earned the trust of clients by not being unscrupulous and maintain secrecy at all times.\n\nOf such importance was this that the current client currently in her office was none other than the Head Wizard of the White Wizard Tower. What service will he need to procure from her that someone of position does not already have in service or unable to work through his channels? \n\nBoth had sat in silence for an hour now. Leah had learnt the value of silence through many negotiations. Sometimes silence worked better than even saying something. The opposing side just ends up negotiating themselves into a better deal for her. She was not going to be the first one to speak. His time was more valuable than hers and she had no urgent business to get to. She calmly sat in her seat facing the Head White Wizard, giving him her undivided attention despite the inactivity."}
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{"id": "4fb6407a-f221-420e-9f50-17d68b8fb4cc-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-14T05:03:16.743", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRE3vL4pSEpWfyt7nFaS21Ab51TmUW398xcgHizz49eF4", "txHash": "0xd6639aa470d112a5995899ad06357729aa5218a66c303b76bb5a43355f87c28a", "createdAtBlock": 15966060, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7760, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sharon Eidolon of the Arena", "text": "**Chapter 1:**\nSharon Eidolon was heavy in thought with her mare pulling an empty cart when three rag-tagged souls came out from the bush-line to block the path. Pay us the toll and you will save yourself some pain. they sneered. \n\n\nSharon mentally calculated the situation she was in: numerically disadvantaged, but not necessarily outskilled. Their poorly maintained weapons and lack of strategic positioning to maximize their numerical advantage clearly showed their overconfidence and lack of discipline. \n\nWell guys, I think you have the wrong road. I have been travelling up and down this road for months and there is no toll on this road. It will be better to let me pass than earn yourselves a trip to the nearest infirmary. Sharon replied.\n\nOh wow guys, looks like we picked on a wrong lady today, lets. the first man of the rag-tagged group appeared to turn to walk away but suddenly swung his axe around for a surprise attack!\nSharon was more than well prepared for that amateur trick. The rag-tagged group was disarmed and on the ground in a flurry of activity in less than 2 minutes. It happened so fast the three was not sure what transpired.\n\nTwang! The unmistakable sound of a bow release. Sharon heard that and saw an arrow flying straight at her but it was too late for her to react. Just before the arrow hit, Sharon was hit by a force that sent her tumbling back but that also displaced the arrow! A simultaneous crackle of a Broken Arrow spell sped towards the source of the arrow. The archer did not stand a chance against that magic attack and collapsed to the ground. \n\nYou alright? My Force Bolt might have padded too much of a punch there. I cast that in haste. The magician asked as she approached."}
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{"id": "11f4e8cc-8801-4102-ae36-e2a9d08b3dae-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-14T05:11:06.367", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbQubECjcLi8HAtRmzZgSE94HdAKPKHV3yKHsXVzmhZHi", "txHash": "0x223bb54d2815ec6560fc24e7934986554dd050b5e04e5cf6aee31f32616aece4", "createdAtBlock": 15966099, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14418, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rowan Calamity of the Wood", "text": "**Chapter 1:**\n\nRowan had just returned to camp from a full morning of battle and set aside his helmet and armor. He barely started to eat whatever hot rations were available then when he heard distant sounds of rolling thunder. Something was not right. There were no heavy clouds to suggest a storm nearby, plus there seemed to be too many lightning occurrences. Others in camp had also heard it and were looking in bewilderment in the direction of the lightning strikes.\n\nRowan suddenly stood up, grabbed his battle gear started running towards the lightning strikes and shouted Attacks from the West! Attacks from the West! Those are Arch-Magi Bogeys Chain Lightnings! Hurry hurry!\n\nFighting so close to camp and for Arch-Magi Bogey to be using Chain Lightning is not good news. Chain Lightning is most effective against infantry masses and to be used so close to potential close friendly forces on means large opponent forces and desperation. It also served as an emergency signal and pinpointing of where help is needed. Bogey was indeed a war veteran being able to keep his wits around and achieving three goals with one spell.\n\nRowan began to see other warriors racing towards the battle. He quickly organized them into a small force while on the move and led them to flank the battle location. The immediate goal is to help relieve pressure from the main offense and to buy time for more reinforcements to arrive to Arch Magi Bogeys location. Besides, Chain Lightning does not differentiate between enemies and friendlies, and he had no intentions to become fried meat."}
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{"id": "51785d55-d4ec-4d61-84c1-bcb70f3cb65a-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-14T05:11:07.108", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPitKV9m7Er5Zh8nrUXQJKZLVTdXqiQEAGZTT9HWKUkhr", "txHash": "0xf7d07ceb089b26897e76178d4f37ffd1bba92d04d4d60ae0acb5e8e238177dc2", "createdAtBlock": 15966099, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jahid of the Field", "text": "Chapter 1:\n\nI was riding my pony as I rounded a corner when I saw a lady cornered by three bandits. The lady dressed like a warrior so I was not too worried for her. Nevertheless, the three to one fight felt uneven and I got off my pony and stayed ready to intervene. \n\nIt was quickly clear that my help was not needed as she dispatched the bandits efficiently. A rustle of leaves in my peripheral vision caught my attention and saw an arrow streak towards the lady warrior. There was no way for her to react in time. \n\nI quickly weaved my fingers and cast a Force Bolt spell in between the lady warrior and the streaking arrow. In my haste, my Force Bolt was directed too close to the lady warrior and sent her reeling backwards but it effectively redirected the arrow away from her. I immediately turned my attention to the surprised archer before he could let loose another arrow. The archer was already reaching and nocking another arrow while turning towards me. \n\nInstinctively I weaved a Broken Arrow spell and released it towards the archer. My Broken Arrow flew faster and truer to the target incapacitating the archer. I scanned for anymore secondary threats and found none before approaching the lady warrior. \n\nShe introduced herself as @warrior7760 and offered to buy me a round at the nearby tavern. I was in no rush in my journey and could make a new warrior friend so why not?\n\nWe travelled together into the Green Wizard City and went to the Tavern. That was the start of our journey together."}
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{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nfeaturing @warrior8782 and the @beast6.  \n\n1st theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH8pp-RifzY&t=191s\n\n\n## Excerpt from The Margins: \"Murphy's Law\"  \n\n>Murph is cursed, the barkeep grumbled to the boy. There oughta be a philosophical law for that man, where anythin that canappen to em doesappen to em. \n\nMaurice was a server at the Tipsy Tidepool, a small tavern at the mouth of Kelpies Bay. Rundown but always open, Oswalds establishment was a quick respite for travelers that could not afford the boat ride from Alessars to the Riviera. Most used it as an outpost while skirting around Goblin Town and its inherent danger.\n\nAnd as a server, Maurice had heard it all before. Locals always coming in, Oswald always chattin em up for the Runiverse goings-on. But sightings of Murph were day-makers for him. Murphy was an illusive fellow, rarely seen in local towns and usually spotted on the outskirts of common roads traveling with a small group of goblins. Most hated him.\n\n>Nothing but a goblin lover! they would shout. \n\nBut to Maurice, Murphy was unique. An outcast. A pariah. But one that did the unthinkable. He found a place among the goblins and thrived. Yet Maurice had never seen him with his own eyes. His idea of Murph came through bits and pieces...\n\n>...skin of the Quantum Shadow! \n\n>...hair stained with nightshade! \n\n>...sports rusty and crude metal armor, he does! \n\n>...wears a blood-soaked sash tied around his head, fresh from a murder!"}
{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-1", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "Clearly he was a sight to behold, thought Maurice as he wiped the flagons with a stained cloth. Strange that there was not much known for something that would seem so out-of-place among a goblin horde and not on any wanted posters either.\n\nHe finished putting up any remaining dishes and restocked the front portion of the bar with barrels of Briney Bay IPA.\n\n>About to call it a day, he shouted to Oswald in the back as he rolled the last barrel into place. Just then, one of the regular patrons walked in. \n\nMurph is at it again, said Linus as he plopped down onto the wooden stool at the counter. Gimme the usual, boy. \n\nMaurices ears perked at the mention of the name. He broke the tap on the new barrel and poured a pint into the flagon he just cleaned, sliding it over to him. Linus snatched it from him and downed it in a few gulps.\n\n>You were sayin...? Maurice prodded, trying not to sound too eager.\n\n>We were tendin our fields, and Goran saw somethin at the southern rim of the Hedge. He said he saw Murph and was able to ring the bell-post to alert the rest. Were it not for his red sash, we woulda been swarmed by them gobbies. Had to leave some of the grain behind, but better that than all our gold, livestock and tools. Linus began to laugh. \n\n>Cant be with his own kind. Even ruins the pea-brain plans of those creatures. Laughing crudely, he shouted to Oswald...\n\n>What do we say about Murph, Ollie?!\n\n>MURPH IS CURSED! They said in unison. Linus raised his flagon and chugged.\n\n>He dont belong nowhere. Be happy you belong here, boy. Now pour me another."}
{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-2", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": ">He dont belong nowhere. Be happy you belong here, boy. Now pour me another.\n\nMaurice gave a fake smile while pouring another pint and gazed out the side window, the Hedge barely visible on the horizon. \n\n*I dont belong here, either.*\n\nHe tidied up the counter and took a small satchel of coin from a half-asleep Oswald for his pay that week.\n\n>Ill be back for another shift tomorrow, Ollie. he said quickly.\n\n>Best not be late! replied Oswald.\n\n>You know me,\n\n>Hrmphexactly. Oswald returned to his ledger and supply book, barely taking notice of the boy.\n\nDawning his green and gold cloak, a small leather knapsack filled with food scraps, and fastening his signature rapier at his waist, Maurice stepped out into the afternoon sun and trekked northward toward the Hedge.\n\n \n__________\n__________\n__________  \n\n## Excerpt from The Margins: Misnomer Madness\n\nWith a hand on the small pommel of his rapier and his cloak slightly buffeted by the bay breeze, Maurice walked briskly over beach grass, small bayside shrubs, and small pockets of golden sand. He made a right turn just past Old Emeldas farmstead; she waved as he walked by and returned to harvesting her crops. Her land extended for a couple leagues, bordering right up to the eastern road of Kobolds Crossing. \n\n*Havent been that far in quite some time,* he thought to himself. Suppressing any notion of anxiety, he took a deep breath and kept up his pace."}
{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-3", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "Following the narrow path along Emeldas land, Maurice found himself at the crest of a slight hill. The afternoon sun neared the horizon on his left and cast a golden glow across the field that seemed to stretch for miles beyond. Waves of grain flowed in the breeze as yellows, oranges, and reds began to glow across the sky. He paused for a moment to soak it all in, nearly forgetting the reason for his journey.\n\n2nd theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WW4bdFhcZgw&t=358s\n\nSuddenly, a series of growls, snarls, and clicks pierced the peaceful silence. Jolted to attention, Maurice grasped the hilt of his blade and scanned the horizon for anything out of place.\n\n*There!*\n\nOnly a hundred meters ahead, a segment of grain moved strangely in unison, like a jittery snake slithering through the grass. \n\n*Goblins? Does that mean Murph may be nearby?!*\n\nExcited and scared, Maurice took another deep breath, swallowed hard, and followed his current trail parallel to theirs. Whatever they were, they moved quickly!\n \n\n\nThe path grew thinner as he neared a full run to keep pace. The grain on either side gave way to taller grasses that darkened the trail, blocking his vision and the last of the direct sunlight. Maurice finally came to a stop as the path disappeared. He turned to his right and noticed that Emeldas fence was gone. Looking from the path he came, there was nothing but tall grass and the slight hint of his recent footsteps. What little could be seen of the sky above cast everything in shades of burgundy and plum. \n\n*Well...Ive come this far, though Oswald would never believe it. But if Im past Emeldas, then the main road isnt much farther.*"}
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{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-6", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "*Cmon, CMON!*\n\n\nHe looked up to the grass, stalks bending around the movement of his pursuers. Their snarls and calls were much closer than he thought.\n\n\n*Son of a RUNE!*\n\nHe placed both hands on the hilt of his sword. The creatures had nearly surrounded him, their ragged breathing and carnivorous gnashing of teeth were so close it gave him chills. \n\n*LET GO!*\n\nWith a final pull, he dislodged his sword and stumbled backward, bursting out of the grass and landing on nothing but cold, hard dirt.\n\n\n*The road!*\n\nHe scrambled to his feet and whirled around shakily holding his rapier with both hands, ready for the fight of his life. Silence. The rustling of grass was gone. The trills and noises had ceased. He took a few steps away from the grass that lined the road, unsure of what to expect.\n\nThen a cackling laugh behind him to his right. Maurice snapped his head over his shoulder to look, but saw nothing. Then another from the other side of the road to his left. He flipped around to face it, but again there was nothing. Then another and another. They were toying with him. This was an ambush.\n\n>Cmon! What are you waiting for?! shouted Maurice.\n\n\n>We were waiting for you, tasty, said a choppy, haggard voice from the grass. Stepping out onto the dirt road was a small yellow-green figure in worn leathers holding a chipped handaxe. Maurice turned and pointed his sword in its direction."}
{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-7", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": ">Yes, weve been traveling and were a bit hungry, came another ragged voice from behind him. He turned his head to watch another creature step out from the grass, this one a bit more rotund. A single haphazard spaulder covered one shoulder while a giant club rested on the other. More figures followed suit, nearly a dozen in all.\n\n\n*Kobolds.* \n\nOne in particular seemed to be a shaman or mage and walked forward with authority. With no regard for Maurice's rapier, it walked within striking distance and grabbed a small mechanism from its belt. Upon tossing it to the ground, the mechanism unfolded and extended at right angles to eventually form a cagebig enough for a human. \n\n>Get in, it said dryly.\n\nMaurice looked to the cage, then to the figure before him, then around to all the others.\n\n>Dont bother. Save yourself a meaningless death.\n\n*Im outnumbered. I made a mistake coming here. Oswald was right; they were always just stories. Even Linus had it right. I should have stayed. Maybe the cage gives me time to figure something out. Its either that, or I die here...now...in the dirt.*\n\nMaurice hesitated, then resigned to the former. The gate of the cage swung open as he took a step toward it.\n\nA quick rustling of grass over the left shoulder of the mage. Maurice stopped and turned; so did the mage. They all looked around, but saw nothing.\n\n*Wait...theres only five now...*\n\nWOOSH. With a quick yelp, another kobold was snatched into the dark grass. A glimpse of red flashed in the shadows."}
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{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-9", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "SMACK! *spin* WACK! \n\nThe kobold took a 20-pound ham to the face, fell on its back, and received a follow-up final blow to the chest in only two seconds. Maurice scrambled to his feet and just stared in disbelief as the figure removed bits of kobold hair and teeth from the ham.\n \n>Thanks. Are...are you Murphy?\n\nMurphy nods.\n \n*They were all wrongat least mostly. True, he did have a dark complexion. But he was no Quantum Shadow being. His hair had a slight lavender tint to it, and his armor was of rather fine makepolished and clean. And the blood-soaked sash was anything but. A simple cloth bandana and road leathers. The strangest thing about him? He carried a hambone.* \n\nSeveral more kobolds scampered in their direction with weapons raised, offering shouts, war cries, and hisses. Murphy was brilliant. Dodging each attack and countering with a slog of meat to their face. It was a glorious ballet of poetic irony...hungry kobolds eating nothing but pain. Maurice tried to imitate some of Murphs moves but only ended up twisting around his attackers. One grabbed him from behind while another readied a crossbow bolt. Unable to remove the kobold on his back, he turned around just as the bolt was released. He heard a gargled shriek and then felt something warm seep through his cloak. The kobold slipped off and crumpled to the ground. As the remaining kobold began to reload its crossbow, Maurice grabbed his sword, closed his eyes, and charged with an awkward yell, his rapier pointing straight forward.\n\n>eeeaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHH"}
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{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-12", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": ">Up. Strong. \n\nShocked at the first time hearing him speak, Maurice hesitated a moment and then followed suit. Murphy motioned with his hand holding his weapon.\n\n>Grip. Strong. \n\nMaurice struggled to balance the rapier in one hand. Im not very strong, you see.\n\n>Will be, Murphy replied. He slowly made a motion of an attack. Maurice countered but had turned the wrong way. Murph corrected him and went through the motion again.\n\n*Im sparring with Murph!*\n\nAn hour or two had passed with Murph teaching Maurice how to strike, block, parry, dodge, and pivot. Maurice was exhausted, but received a pat on the back from Murph for a jobmostlywell done. They both sat down by the fire. Maurice pulled out some dry bread from his pack and handed some to Murphy.\n\n>Youre not like they say, Maurice stated. Murphy continued to eat. How did you end up with goblins anyway?\n\nMurph ignored him and finished his bread.\n\n>Thank you, he said.\n\n>Stunned, Maurice offered a shaky reply. Y-yeahof course. Murph laid down with his back toward the fire, his head resting on the slab of ham.\n\n>Goodnight, Murphy. Thanks again. Maurice did the same, laying his back toward the fire and wrapping his cloak around like a blanket, his head resting on his pack. The fire continued to burn, its warmth coaxing them to sleep quickly. \n\nAs they drifted off, the crackling flames burned with a hint of purple.\n__________\n__________\n__________\n\n## Excerpt from The Margins: Midnight Message\n\nPurple smoke fills the sky. Close but distant all at once. The ground is polished obsidian, smooth as glass. A flickering glow appears across Maurices face, his features momentarily cast in bright light and dark shadow."}
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{"id": "15ff01e4-cf66-4835-b40f-abfb823792ba-15", "createdAt": "2022-11-22T04:28:28.14", "backgroundColor": "#372a49", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXjk8xcLgc5rGjARqc2aNvjNKinfMJDkkZ9ufrv8yAQfN", "txHash": "0x58f0ec120718166a228a0cb595750b13090801ba1ede5c3545ca69b3323dcb99", "createdAtBlock": 16023163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1204, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP3td7BBp1ZZj2N4SKZidiWyCR2E7wYAGzUw5mqDGb6hv", "name": "Murphy of Goblins", "text": "The Dreamers statement was accompanied by unnerving laughter.\n\n**Now pull.**\n\nMaurice slowly stepped back, using all his strength. The flame broiled and sputtered, growing wider while throwing off slight undulations of magic. His cloak billowed as the wind picked up. As his arm slowly pulled out of the flame, he saw a large purple claw wrapped around his forearm, its sharpened nails digging into his skin. Further and further he pulled, trying not to slip on the glassy obsidian floor. An arm, shoulder, head, wing, and finally the restall broke through the flaming circle stretched across the floor. As a slender spade tail whipped through, the circle collapsed with a thunderous CRACK. \n\nMaurice couldnt believe his eyes. Before him was a monstrous creature of purple skin, large claws, huge webbed wings, and two large horns set above glowing eyes. His form was devilish and boney, gaunt and sickly. But still it seemed to possess massive strength and radiated a dark energy. \n\n**Hello, Maurice. The lasssst remaining member of the Pantheon sought to...demote me. But fate had other plans.** *another unnerving laugh* **She sought to bestow me with a new form, and over the millenia I have been given the name The Nightmare Imp. Fitting,** *the Imp gazed at its tail as it flicked around before him* **...I quite like it.**\n\n>They...they did this to you? The Pantheon? questioned Maurice."}
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{"id": "98620334-c07b-449b-893f-f92d4f56ad04-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-28T05:10:04.99", "backgroundColor": "#1e0b09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmagnppzYCJiVyF1zttxbs4wiWZQksSpCAv4NgEL8VMnvg", "txHash": "0x8305f0a3cadb7d3075fa3936930c2f201d6b885881d4f3e2b565aa50a5260dcc", "createdAtBlock": 16066300, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 207, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmc4Nu8u137MTuYvtCVMeix7CcWu2rN1FJfPiAeupoMeux", "name": "Diabolos the Exemplary", "text": "# Diabolos the Exemplary\nNever was there a pony who enjoyed life more than Diabolos. Always seen with a smoking pipe of wacky tabaccy and known to swig mushroom spiced rum, this pony was a hedonist with a deal with it attitude and sunglasses to match. He is a known associate of the high-strung @wizard7188 who he accompanies on certain investigations into the nature of the Quantum Shadow.\n\n## Racing Career - The First Ride\nDiabolos trotted onto the FRWC pony racing scene with a consistent performance that lead him to place 8th in \"The First Ride\" the inaugural race of the BlackSands organization. \n\nHis performance card for The First Ride:\n\n\nAs a result of the race, Diabolos landed a Merchant's Gift Sponsorship, and is now shilling and swilling for **Riviera Gold Rum**, a specialty operation run out of the Chronomancer's Riviera. Founded by a chronomancer, Riviera Gold Rum is aged in time crystal casks that imbue the spirit with unique (and unpredictable) properties.\n\n\n\nHis performance in the next race is anyone's guess... though he'll definitely be *exemplary*!"}
{"id": "b0dc8236-1e09-4740-a471-5ee8c6638d55-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-29T02:50:30.065", "backgroundColor": "#898989", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWuFfYduyFprpjhKcnc6rJL5vpqLtqwD1YAZVVAnNMB28", "txHash": "0x21a8b6c919ed423a083c731243e7d580c8f030f6b17cce43da2ea14f296b182d", "createdAtBlock": 16072775, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 445, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Fido the Sturdy", "text": "## Fido the Sturdy\n### Generation - 00\nBorn of dust\n\nTinder things you found in me a fairy thought,\n\nsturdy purdy bandana bib,\n\nI stride past your last breath, I did.\n\nWatched your aether flow up high, time forgotten souls subside.\n\nRune of Saturn, Ride me so\n\nOver yonder, from the frog's pond of song,\n\nBattle~hardened for a restful state\n\nFido is your trustful mate\n\nOv' all ye ponies Fido is the trustful one,\n\nthe hoof most trusted, the fondest of the strong,\n\nSturdy Fido, marches on."}
{"id": "4e243365-0bfd-47fc-91f7-12d77ee189b4-0", "createdAt": "2022-11-29T03:16:51.191", "backgroundColor": "#f47e7e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPHj63RAXqBu59iNMCjypfkjAgXMSykw7PSfwyCvVv1AG", "txHash": "0x80cf7285277874dedac220ab7b0bff50bdd7511eae568490e4cb958cd1abb620", "createdAtBlock": 16072905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 50, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR8xAtHSqsvN4JcYBUR85tFqNL46ZT26TNCZfCyGFmSvr", "name": "Beetle the Stupendous", "text": "# Beetle the Stupendous #50\n\n## Big-big beeeeeeeeetle in da house!\n### That stupendous fella, with my g-vest on in tha wizard club, fo - fo - forever!\n\n\n### Ridden to Elysian fields, did me,\n### Found a faithful owner in tha fox you see?\n\n### Rune of Fire, Rump of desire! I gots tha bills and kids to make youz a quick dollar...or a Fifty-cent! Number 50! Dat's right ponies, neigh on back. Park it like they told you on that Forgotten Runes Twitter Episode!!!\n\n### Grab an apple from the fence, freedom of speech in the East? What about the West - to the window? To wall?\n\n### Get rich or die reaching! Apples in the yard, tha milkshakes gone bad and my Beetle is kinda hard. \n\n### Ride it? Ride it! Get on it, ma pony...\n### Carrots, pipes and wizards hats look cool, ever seen a red bridle riding on by, gurrrrrrrl?\n### 50 in da house, carrots in ya mouth!\n### Stu-Stu-Stu-pendous one! \n### Get a wizard, or die try'n, this pony is doin' fine.\n## And I wear a red bridle!\n[drops mic]"}
{"id": "9f8bdd16-e5ce-45cc-9905-c4db00cae51c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:39.49", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmehpFBgZWKeb5JTzxUWayUfdLzzk3NxsRo8aDA2ijvZC4", "txHash": "0x863e18ddc498621cae1ab7165b399aa8fe4d1fd13adafb730bdfdc5eae5113ca", "createdAtBlock": 13957768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "# The Lore of Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea\n\n**Chapter One**\n\nThe Sea belonged to Caligari.\n\nAboard the Vengeful Spirit he had raided from the shores of the Sand to the Northern Archipelagos. The ship was unmistakable; two masts stood proudly from the nightmarish dark red of the hull. It was the only ship on the ocean made from darkened bloodwood, a tree thought to be cursed taken from the deepest heart of the Thorn.\n\nLast night's raid had gone as well as expected against those Wizards. The ship near invisible at night closed in on the Red Keep, its docks moored full of small trading vessels, the water still and quiet. Caligari stood at the bow of the ship surveying his target, the crew behind him stowing the oars and preparing their weapons. The crew were as good as any he had had, they could sail the roughest of seas without any aid from him, but Caligari was a hydromancer and it was this skill which made the Vengeful Spirit so deadly.\n\nRaiding was a risky business, most of the crew were needed to maintain control of the ship or repel enemies during a raid, but with a hydromancer they could focus on the real job. The spoils.\n\nCaligari turned to check on his crew, his black cape and tunic damp with the ocean spray. They were a sight to behold, dozens of eyes staring back with the faintest reflection of their polished rapiers. The Creole were a sea faring race, their lithe bodies hardened by the constant fight against the sea. As a fighting force they were unparalleled in close quarter combat, on the ocean the deck is your country, and they would not give an inch of it willingly."}
{"id": "9f8bdd16-e5ce-45cc-9905-c4db00cae51c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:39.49", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmehpFBgZWKeb5JTzxUWayUfdLzzk3NxsRo8aDA2ijvZC4", "txHash": "0x863e18ddc498621cae1ab7165b399aa8fe4d1fd13adafb730bdfdc5eae5113ca", "createdAtBlock": 13957768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "Caligari smiled and raised his hands, a mist slowly rising from the unnaturally still sea. The bay of the Red Keep soon shrouded in the thick stifling fog. Lowering his arms and forming a spell the ship began to move forward on the crest of the wave. It was time to begin.\n\nAnyone who could see through the impenetrable fog would have seen a ship moving in a way that defied logic, smoothly gliding across the glasslike surface. The ship did not turn but pirouetted and began moving in reverse before coming to a complete stop with a gentle bump against the solid wooden docks.\n\nThe loss of the Runes had seen more people lose their belief in magic, many thinking these so-called wizards were merely con-artists and tricksters, but one could not attribute anything but magic to the way Caligari controlled the water beneath his ship.\n\nThe bump against the docks would have usually been a warning sound to the guards that something was amiss, but the sound was smothered by the moisture in the air. The crew lept over the side of the boat and the sound of their bare feet rhythmically running matched the beating of Caligaris heart.\n\nFollowing his crew they dodge barrels, rope and tangled fishing nets stored haphazardly along the water's edge, the faint glow of fire from the windows gave them the light they needed, the doors shut tight against the miserable weather. The merchant ships were at the far end of the docks and the ship they were looking for, The Estorbaran, would be heavily guarded.\n\nIt was rumoured the ship had brought back tomes from the Sacred Pillars. They had found a library amongst the mountains occupied by an ancient order, their knowledge and lore isolated from the cataclysm and the Forgetting of the Runes. Caligari could not let the Red Wizards have access to that knowledge, that power."}
{"id": "9f8bdd16-e5ce-45cc-9905-c4db00cae51c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:39.49", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmehpFBgZWKeb5JTzxUWayUfdLzzk3NxsRo8aDA2ijvZC4", "txHash": "0x863e18ddc498621cae1ab7165b399aa8fe4d1fd13adafb730bdfdc5eae5113ca", "createdAtBlock": 13957768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "Lanterns shone on a single moored ship, Caligari smiled at the open invitation. Bending low he signalled for his crew to follow, soft footsteps and the element of surprise. As the got within  earshot of the Estorbaran, footsteps although  muffled  were audible, the clanking of metal boots on wet wood.\n\nTen guards on patrol by the sounds, more than expected. Caligari nodded and four of his closest crew moved off to the side, the rest waiting patiently in the shadows, ready to move in. Suddenly, shouts broke out, the splinter crew had been discovered. The sound of steel-on-steel cutting through the fog, lights began firing up all through the docks. They had been discovered.\n\nThe bulk of Caligaris crew watch from their hidden position amongst the barrels, cargo and tackle lining the dock. The new lights from the ship casting an amber sphere silhouetting those within its influence dark wraiths amongst the eerie light. Most of the sailors were starting in the direction of the sword fight, towards the unmistakable screaming of men dying.\n\nA booming voice came from the ship Go help them you insufferable dogs! the shadows turned to the voice and immediately began to charge towards the fight. Caligari and his men rushed forward, cutting the lines which tethered the ship to the dock before leaping onto the deck.\n\nSecure the ship Caligari shouted, his crew now like ants looking for any potential threat on board. Caligari began to summon the water, first a small wave to move the ship away from the dock into the open water. Next he began to create a whirlpool spinning the ship on its axis before raising a crest to send the boat out into the open water."}
{"id": "9f8bdd16-e5ce-45cc-9905-c4db00cae51c-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:39.49", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmehpFBgZWKeb5JTzxUWayUfdLzzk3NxsRo8aDA2ijvZC4", "txHash": "0x863e18ddc498621cae1ab7165b399aa8fe4d1fd13adafb730bdfdc5eae5113ca", "createdAtBlock": 13957768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "He was never able to complete the spell as a crossbow bolt slammed into his should sending him tumbling across the deck. In his concentration he hadnt heard the warning shouts of his crew as the captain had exploded from his cabin. The rocking of the boat had likely saved his life, the captain unused to the unnatural rolling of the deck. The pain exploded through Caligari, looking at his chest he could see the cruel iron bolt protruding from the front of his chest, his dark robes staining with the claret of his blood.\n\nPropping himself up against the mast he saw the giant of a captain, his tube ears sticking out of his large green head. The Kobold captain stood at least a foot above the creoles around him, shirt unbuttoned showing a muscled green chest and arms as thick as a blacksmith. Tossing the crossbow to the ground he drew a thick sabre from its scabbard and pointed it at the eight men circling him.\n\nThe Kobold Captain pointed his blade at Caligari.\n\nHis guttural voice boomed across the deck I thought it was a shame I missed your heart pirate, but now you get to watch your crew die before I cut it from your chest.\n\nAt that threat Caligaris men engaged, Gaines was Caligaris second and dashed at Kobold with slash towards his back, his enemy spun and almost disarmed him with a parrying blow.\n\nAugustin threw himself forward to block a swipe aimed at Gaines head, the power of the captain snapping his rapier clean through, the sabre finding its path slowed eventually by Augustins neck, blood spraying in a wide arc.\n\nGaines scrambled backwards as the body of his friend fell at his feet, lifeless, blood flowing freely across the deck. The Kobold Captain smiled as the remaining 6 members of the crew gave him a wide berth."}
{"id": "9f8bdd16-e5ce-45cc-9905-c4db00cae51c-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:39.49", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmehpFBgZWKeb5JTzxUWayUfdLzzk3NxsRo8aDA2ijvZC4", "txHash": "0x863e18ddc498621cae1ab7165b399aa8fe4d1fd13adafb730bdfdc5eae5113ca", "createdAtBlock": 13957768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "I am UurGlok, you will take my name on your mind as you travel to wherever you call hell, you will scream my name into eternity\n\nHe roared, louder and more fearsome than the deepest battle drum. As he finished he moved faster than a creature of his size should, lurching left and right, blows strong enough to push the Creole sailors to the edge of the deck, no more space to retreat.\n\nCaligari tried to stand, tried to focus on the power of the runes but the pain was immense, it had broken bones, probably shattered some too. His left arm hung limp at his side but he could not watch his crew die. Would not.\n\nSlowly he stood, sliding up the mast and using it for balance. UurGlok struck down another of his crew, guts spilling onto the deck. Another one of the crew slipped on the gore and was run through by the Kobold in between parrying successive attacks from the Creoles.\n\nThe beast was bleeding from a number of wounds but they wouldnt stop him from destroying the rest of the crew, Kobolds didnt die easily and this one would meet death and laugh at him. Two more sailors died in quick succession, the remaining four were panting heavily, some bleeding all worried.\n\nSTOP Caligari managed a weak shout, the crew halted immediately, the Kobold turned and smiled.\n\nLook at the little man, tired of watching your men die, is it their turn to watch you die, yes UurGlok thinks so.\n\nThe Kobold walked towards Caligari, blade held low like a headsman walking to the chopping block. Calgari, ignoring the pain, focused and mumbled a spell, he could feel the magic around him, he was grasping at it, like trying to grab handfuls of the ocean, running through his fingers like water."}
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{"id": "5e80f3a5-cd2f-49e4-ab3d-240dad99a38e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:56.843", "backgroundColor": "#010000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQckKSvML7X8XYMRex3ANZY3oW74uczvT8rxzwXM3xvBo", "txHash": "0x0d6ee1db1b0b35c7c207b04f108090ed3ebf9a6a350d776b8693266a20acbab5", "createdAtBlock": 13960262, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6469, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRbigohCW6rsr5zCXSyAbYhiALLrNvdczpDs2H1PP43WV", "name": "Pyromancer Koop ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Koop\n\nTHE KINDLING OF THE FLAME\n\nThe darkness of the wooded dell was split by a sudden torrent of light arching skyward endlessly and aflame. From within the blazing column emerged a figure darkly cloaked, yet seeming to draw the flames around himself as he stepped into the scorched field. The figure stood for a moment as the burning pillar slowly dissipated and darkness gathered once more among the trees of the valley.\nBending down the dark figure placed his hand into the dirt and waited. Slowly Koop could feel the truth of this earth, a deep certainty settled on his mind. It was here that he had been called.\n\nThere was no clarity about when he had first felt the calling, perhaps it had always been with him, growing yet stronger as time passed until it was inescapable and determinant of his fate.\nAnd so he had embarked on his long search following the path of secret fire through the outer realms and across unknown voids of time and space coming ever nearer to his purpose.\nRising now Koop could feel the pull of his purpose tighten and twist within himself as a smoldering thread that led him out of the forested valley and towards a series of sharp rocky outcroppings that sheared further upwards into a precipitous dark mass.\n\nA dim grey dawn began to rise as Koop made his way upward through the mountain passes. Revealed against the slowly brightening sky a dark stone structure towered before Koop, shadowed and held apart from the light of day that was filling the sky. Koop pressed on until he found himself within the reaching shadow of the great tower, the darkness that clung to the stone surface seemed to proffer a warning. Yet set against this dark soundless warning there was his radiant purpose within, burning now in its nearness."}
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{"id": "709d2bc3-ee7d-4688-924c-b2561ddf11d9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:54.972", "backgroundColor": "#0f213b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW8DjJt6SMgxZ7o8mb5ArYPXtGbsRpsB7cjwjgNk88k4j", "txHash": "0x317f5f89987525142bc819f69f164c4243949bfa7ed158c6346090a77169743f", "createdAtBlock": 14108016, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8474, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Allistair of the Hall", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n# ++Childhood ++\n\n\nAllistair was born to noble parents who discovered the young child was quite peculiar at an early age when they caught him conversing with an albino rat. He begged his parents to keep the rat as a pet, which they eventually relented on, even though they were concerned what those in the other aristocratic families would think. He named his rat companion Whitefur and the two have been inseparable ever since. His parents even claimed, to those they dare trust, that they even heard the rat talk back on more than one occasion. \n\nAs Allistair reached early adolescence, it became clearer that he was imbued with a gift of magic ability. Due to being different, he spent much of his time alone with his companion, reading as many books as he could find on the histories of the world. As he approached his fourteenth birthday his parents made the difficult decision to send the boy away to a place he could fit in and chase his dreams. So they gifted an endowment to the Blue Hats of the Blue Wizard Bastion, securing their son a place amongst the premier intellectuals of the known world. The boy did not take much convincing upon hearing they house the largest library in existence, and that he would have the potential to become a great scholar. Thus they sent their son on his way, accompanied by Whitefur, and a chest of the finest blue aristocratic robes.\n\n\n# ++Becoming a Scholar++\n\n\nAllistairs first two years living and learning amongst the Blue Hats was difficult. Many of the other students in training believed his place was purchased instead of earned through magical ability. While it was true that he was an average at best magician, with no magical rune to help concentrate his magic, and thus he could never become an actual member of the Blue Hats. Allistair never the less was determined to become a renowned scholar and historian."}
{"id": "709d2bc3-ee7d-4688-924c-b2561ddf11d9-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:54.972", "backgroundColor": "#0f213b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW8DjJt6SMgxZ7o8mb5ArYPXtGbsRpsB7cjwjgNk88k4j", "txHash": "0x317f5f89987525142bc819f69f164c4243949bfa7ed158c6346090a77169743f", "createdAtBlock": 14108016, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8474, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Allistair of the Hall", "text": "He put his head down and focused strictly on his studies the following years. Soaking in as much knowledge about the people and places of the world. As he approached his eighteenth birthday, he knew spending his days in the Bastions Library was not enough for him. He would never truly belong as a member of the Blue Hats. He wanted more. He wanted to travel the world recording a living history. To visit all the magical places. To live amongst the various people and cultures. To study the various religions. So he thanked his professors and other scholars and he and Whitefur departed.\n\n\n# ++Finding the Lunar Staff++\n\n\nNot long after departing the Bastion, Allistair was traveling through The Fey, magical woods, containing many mysteries. Upon awakening from a nap against a very old towering tree, he was inexplicably drawn eastward. He couldnt explain what was drawing him, and despite Whitefurs warning about some magical energy, he allowed himself to be lured closer. It is when he saw it, in the opening of the woods, a glowing moon shaped staff. \n\nWhitefur whispered A powerful Lunar Staff. He explained to Allistair there are less than two hundred of these great magical staffs left in existence. Once created by a group of powerful cosmic mages, the art and magic of creating them has been lost to time. Even a below average wizard would be able to channel more powerful magic."}
{"id": "709d2bc3-ee7d-4688-924c-b2561ddf11d9-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:54.972", "backgroundColor": "#0f213b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW8DjJt6SMgxZ7o8mb5ArYPXtGbsRpsB7cjwjgNk88k4j", "txHash": "0x317f5f89987525142bc819f69f164c4243949bfa7ed158c6346090a77169743f", "createdAtBlock": 14108016, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8474, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Allistair of the Hall", "text": "I must have it! exclaimed Allistair. The only problem was the towering wood troll that was asleep next to the staff guarding the ancient treasure. Allistair drew a symbol on the ground and whispered an incantation. He then gave a sly look to Whitefur hinting at what the rat was hoping was not the case. The rat scurried up to the wood troll and bit him hard on the leg. The troll let out a huge yell and chased Whitefur right onto the symbol drawn on the ground. As soon as the troll's foot hit the ground, a strong light erupted from the ground and it turned into a dark tar like concoction pinning the troll's feet to the ground. \n\nAllistair yelled, HAHAHA! Got you! He sped toward the staff and picked it up. As his fingers grasped the staff he felt magical power running through him. By this time the troll got his feet free and dashed at the young wizard. Before he knew what was happening he pointed the Lunar Staff at the troll and it emitted a strong ice energy turning the troll into a giant ice cube. \n\nWith his new Lunar Staff and accompanied by his trusty companion Whitefur, Allistair was now ready to traverse the world and record its history. \n\n*His Adventure Begins.*"}
{"id": "897e0c3f-0593-4ecd-be68-51f30dddfd5d-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-04T23:25:55.026", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmayc18N45spQjkPjoNnEWZV6gXkUaSCrtt157D3Kc1VvR", "txHash": "0x2323d62d7bcdd3a6906091c93e9c52f7a8fd9e3874d5480d64cb43af0754574b", "createdAtBlock": 16114710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia", "text": "# A Growing Danger \n\nSky Master Crowley of Arcadia stood on the edge of the forest, looking out at the land he had sworn to protect. The sun was setting behind the trees, casting a warm glow over the peaceful meadows and fields. But Crowley knew that this peace was fragile, and that Arcadia was under threat from a growing danger.\n\nHe gazed out at the horizon, his sharp corvid eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of the enemy. Crowley was a powerful wizard, with the head of a crow and the body of a man. He was dressed in blue-lined coveralls, and carried a lucky horseshoe and a staff adorned with the Rune of Air.\n\nAt his side, Crowley's faithful companion, an ember frog, croaked softly, sensing his master's tension. Crowley reached down and patted the frog's head, reassuring it that all was well.\n\nThe sky above was clear, but Crowley could sense the darkness gathering on the horizon. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the enemy attacked, and he was ready to defend Arcadia with all his power.\n\nWith a fierce cry, Crowley raised his staff and summoned the forces of darkness to his aid. The air around him grew cold and dark, and the trees rustled ominously in the wind. Crowley knew that he was ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead, and he would not rest until Arcadia was safe once again.\n\nSky Master Crowley of Arcadia was the protector of his land, and he would stop at nothing to defend it.\n\n## A Figure Emerges\n\nSky Master Crowley of Arcadia stood on the edge of the forest, gazing out at the peaceful land he had sworn to protect. The sun was setting behind the trees, casting a warm glow over the meadows and fields. But Crowley knew that this peace was fragile, and that Arcadia was under threat from a growing danger."}
{"id": "897e0c3f-0593-4ecd-be68-51f30dddfd5d-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-04T23:25:55.026", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmayc18N45spQjkPjoNnEWZV6gXkUaSCrtt157D3Kc1VvR", "txHash": "0x2323d62d7bcdd3a6906091c93e9c52f7a8fd9e3874d5480d64cb43af0754574b", "createdAtBlock": 16114710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia", "text": "He could feel the darkness gathering on the horizon, and he knew that he must act quickly if he was to defend his land. Crowley raised his staff and summoned the forces of darkness to his aid, and the air around him grew cold and still.\n\nBut just as Crowley was about to launch his attack, a figure emerged from the trees. It was a woman, dressed in flowing robes of shimmering blue. She was holding a staff of her own, and Crowley could see the power radiating from her.\n\n\"Sky Master Crowley,\" the woman said, her voice soft but firm. \"I am the Protector of the Light, and I have come to stop you.\"\nCrowley snarled and raised his staff, ready to do battle. But the woman did not flinch. She stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Crowley's.\n\n\"You cannot win this fight, Crowley,\" the woman said. \"The forces of darkness are strong, but they cannot stand against the power of the light. Surrender now, and I will spare you.\"\nCrowley growled and lunged forward, his staff glowing with dark energy. But the woman was ready for him. She raised her staff and a burst of light exploded from its tip, striking Crowley full in the chest.\n\nCrowley fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the ground. The darkness that had surrounded him began to fade, and he felt the power of the light flooding into his body.\n\n\"I... I surrender,\" Crowley said, his voice barely a whisper.\nThe woman smiled and helped Crowley to his feet. \"You have made the right choice, Sky Master Crowley,\" she said. \"Together, we can protect Arcadia from the darkness that threatens it.\"\n\nCrowley nodded, humbled by the woman's power and wisdom. He knew that he had been wrong to try and defend Arcadia with the forces of darkness, and he vowed to use his powers for good from that day on."}
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{"id": "0e9c542d-e450-4ddc-82f0-3be3b9457b04-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:10.156", "backgroundColor": "#b78f8f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmezbbw5HitbgHn9t9Y5bQZywFzGhGFmaSPwKzmfQVEEob", "txHash": "0x5bdae27cc310687d47bcecdd63d680e07f78db70c427e8686dc5efbbb619196b", "createdAtBlock": 13962300, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8997, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Tundra", "text": "# The Lore of Arcanist Angus of the Tundra\n\nThe Candle\n\nBurning on top of a white candle, a single flame danced with the breeze. Angus could stare at the flickering flame for hours, watching the flame dance. It drew him in, brought him peace, tranquility, and clarity. The candle in its many forms had been with him his whole life. From the moment he first opened his eyes with true sight he saw the flame. At first glance, it had sat upon a deep red candle, slowly cascading a small stream of liquid wax down its side. The flame from that scarlett candle allowed him to see his mother for the first time. He smiled with the warmth that the memory gave him. He recalled another memory listening to his father whisper incantations as a candle burned. Then meals he ate with his brother were accompanied by a candle. The hours spent studying tomes and scrolls a candle constantly lit his path of thirst and knowledge. Thus it was a given that when Angus reached the status of Arcanist he imbued his magical essence into a candle. This single candle, pure white of body, stood about a hand's length on top of a gold candelabra. Black runes etched the side of the grip that seemed to devour the light in. The one, lone candle stood the same height, regardless of how long the flame burned. The wax gave way, slowly rolling off the edge and down the body only to dissipate into nothingness as it touched the warm metal of the grip. In this, the candle held everything Angus felt and knew."}
{"id": "0e9c542d-e450-4ddc-82f0-3be3b9457b04-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:10.156", "backgroundColor": "#b78f8f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmezbbw5HitbgHn9t9Y5bQZywFzGhGFmaSPwKzmfQVEEob", "txHash": "0x5bdae27cc310687d47bcecdd63d680e07f78db70c427e8686dc5efbbb619196b", "createdAtBlock": 13962300, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8997, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Tundra", "text": "Our wizard was an honest man and thoughts of power or evil never made home in his mind, hence the pure white of the candle. What drove him was curiosity and the need to see and experience. The candle when lit cast its light into any corner, that was its purpose to bring sight with-in the darkness. Anguss candle did just that and more, with a snap of his fingers the flame sprang to life and anywhere a candle burned it served as a window or door of transportation for Angus. Anywhere that basked in candle light was now within his sight. Throughout the years he watched as wizards developed new magic, he spied on treachery of house politics, even the birth of a baby. Everything was now an open book to him, he was able to take in and watch all manners of life, and on occasion experiencing it for himself. When held, the candelabra opened a portal where Angus could step through and feel the cold stone floor of the secret tower, or bask in the warm breeze of Asmodeuss surf.   Angus found pleasure watching the world unfold, rarely feeling the need to interfere. It was not his role to take action, but to merely watch, sometimes experience, yet always to learn. His pleasant nature, however, would not allow evils to go unhindered, which he intruded as indirectly as possible. There was a time where he thwarted an evil attempt to make a potion of blindness meant for some poor soul. Just as his sinister peer looked away he quickly dropped some rainbow dew and pixie dust into the brew, rendering it useless.  So from his tower situated far into the cold tundra, Angus watched and experienced life."}
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{"id": "16cd7f3b-e92e-4339-9c90-5ce7411df6a7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:12.618", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRQvKYUmedDrwBCj2DqrFSN6u9Pr7V3K76D2ZfwhuhsUi", "txHash": "0xca224730ee5f1aff10030f06cf114425c6e3c6bccb72411d3534dc8be264945a", "createdAtBlock": 13963090, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2633, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Aleister of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Headmaster Aleister, The Secret Keeper\n\n## Introduction\n\nOn the Sixth College's campus, a tardy student is quite similar to a mouse scurrying across an open field. Both feel the same primal terror as they hear the flutter of wings and feel a shadow pass over them.\n\nIf the errant student is lucky, a griffin has escaped from the zoology department and they're about to experience a swift death.\n\nIf they're unlucky, the wings belong to the owl Archimedes and The Headmaster is upon them.\n\nTardiness is a serious offense in the Sixth College. So is littering, loitering, listlessness, laziness, leaving early, leaving late, leaving the griffin enclosure open... those are just a few of the \"L\"'s in the code of conduct.\n\nHeadmaster Aleisterwould say that he and the Sixth College are meticulous and have exacting standards. His detractors in the Collegium Arcanum and more than a few former student would say his perfectionism borders on obsession.\n\nStill, it's hard to argue with the results. A graduate of the Sixth College will earn more on their first job than many make in a year, for it is a trade that is worthless without meticulous and exacting standards.\n\nThe Sixth College is the College of Keepers. They keep things out, they keep things in, and they keep things hidden.\n\nTheir seal on a strongbox or bank vault is an assurance of security, their seal on a barrow or tomb is a dire warning to would-be adventurers, but many of their seals are hidden to all but the most powerful of wizards and never seen at all.\n\n### Magic\n\nAleister is a master of abjuration, binding, and illusion."}
{"id": "16cd7f3b-e92e-4339-9c90-5ce7411df6a7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:12.618", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRQvKYUmedDrwBCj2DqrFSN6u9Pr7V3K76D2ZfwhuhsUi", "txHash": "0xca224730ee5f1aff10030f06cf114425c6e3c6bccb72411d3534dc8be264945a", "createdAtBlock": 13963090, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2633, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Aleister of the Hall", "text": "### Magic\n\nAleister is a master of abjuration, binding, and illusion.\n\nAlthough certainly capable of destructive magics, Aleister finds them unseemly. All that blood is liable to leave a stain and explosions tend to unset ones hat.\n\nWhy risk making a mess when you can simply banish the troublemaker to an airless pocket dimension for a little while or send maddening voices to drive them insane? It's certainly much tidier.\n\nIt would be so much easier to keep everything on schedule and make it to tea on time if the scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells would simply... forget certian unforunate truths. \n\n_Thou Shalt Not Invade Another Mortal Mind_ is one of **The Rules** though and Aleister always follows rules to the letter.\n\n### Rumors\n\nIt is said that there is a service The Keepers provide to the Collegium for which they do not charge and you cannot buy.\n\nKnowledge is power in the Runiverse and the wrong knowledge in the wrong hands is a danger to order.\n\nIt is said that Aleister and the Sixth College keep many secrets... for as every wizard knows, to keep something secret is to keep it safe.\n\n## Chapter 1\n\nComing soon..."}
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{"id": "690feee4-ec4f-408d-99d3-f32df27cb897-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-05T00:00:17.14", "backgroundColor": "#23241e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUbcZ9Q7gfJb12njiP1Us2mRCCCFSgSuqfDQhXPHpX9LN", "txHash": "0x270fd5777a024510332ede75ffd8eb1d1871ea3c1868174f40dd2f28377205e3", "createdAtBlock": 16114881, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7176, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Nikolas of El Dorado", "text": "# A Sage Emerges\n\nSage Nikolas of El Dorado stood on the edge of the desert, gazing out at the endless expanse of sand and rock. The sun beat down on his labyrinthine head, but he felt no discomfort. For he was a wizard, and he was the protector of El Dorado.\n\nEl Dorado was a place that many considered to be lost, fading from memory into legend. It was said that great wealth could be found there, and that those who sought it out would be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. But Nikolas knew that the true riches of El Dorado lay not in gold or jewels, but within the hearts of those who called the land home.\n\nHe looked down at the Joy Staff that he carried with him always. It was a rare and powerful artifact, and it was said to chart the path forward for those who sought El Dorado. It was the one hope of finding the lost land, and Nikolas knew that he must trust in its guidance if he was to succeed in his quest.\n\nWith a sigh, Nikolas began to walk. He did not know what dangers lay ahead, but he was not afraid. For he was a wizard, and he was the protector of El Dorado. And with the Joy Staff to guide him, he knew that he could overcome any obstacle that stood in his way.\n\nAs he walked, the desert seemed to stretch out endlessly before him. The sun beat down, and the sand shifted beneath his feet. But Nikolas did not falter. He knew that he was following the path that the Joy Staff had laid out for him, and that eventually, he would reach his destination."}
{"id": "690feee4-ec4f-408d-99d3-f32df27cb897-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-05T00:00:17.14", "backgroundColor": "#23241e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUbcZ9Q7gfJb12njiP1Us2mRCCCFSgSuqfDQhXPHpX9LN", "txHash": "0x270fd5777a024510332ede75ffd8eb1d1871ea3c1868174f40dd2f28377205e3", "createdAtBlock": 16114881, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7176, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Nikolas of El Dorado", "text": "And then, after what felt like an eternity, he saw it. El Dorado. The lost land, shimmering in the distance like a mirage. Nikolas quickened his pace as he approached the lost land of El Dorado. He could see the shimmering city in the distance, its golden towers and sparkling jewels a sight to behold.\n\nAs he drew closer, he could hear the sounds of life emanating from the city. The tinkling of laughter, the soft strains of music, the clink of goblets. El Dorado was a place of great beauty and splendor, and Nikolas felt his heart swell with pride as he stepped through the gates and into the city.\n\nHe was greeted by the people of El Dorado, who welcomed him with open arms and cries of joy. They had been waiting for him, they said, for only he could lead them to the true riches of their land.\n\nBut as they walked through the city, Nikolas could see that all was not well in El Dorado. The golden towers had lost some of their luster, and the sparkling jewels were dulled. The people of El Dorado looked tired and worn, as if they had been struggling to hold onto the wealth of their land..."}
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{"id": "89343769-cc00-4116-b03f-51c95ede61aa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:46.982", "backgroundColor": "#273460", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWKuZBGq1YPE9Dks73bnMoitT5Fkf6vvXHqTw3TRFGiuG", "txHash": "0xdba1825fcfc097d72e6fad69006a5e7b60a08eea109e9d2fbb255b92497161a0", "createdAtBlock": 13985378, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 540, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXW5w3vjg5sdVaaUU4tusKf6KSgfyckApzkT2Fze8HrYn", "name": "Merlin", "text": "# Merlin.\n\nNot much is known for certain about The Merlin.\n\nMyth and legend weave with hearsay and rumor.\n\nWhat is known is that he is Ageless.\n\nStories abound not just from ancient histories of Arthurian times, but back through antiquity he can be found on pyramid hieroglyphs, Canaanite cave drawings, and even in trace particulate matter from the Total Void of Absolute Nothingness.\n\n \n\nThis lack of knowledge is compounded by the fact that Merlin himself remembers nothing from before his Great Disappearance of 1,000 years. The last thing he recalls is the tremendous pain of a mysterious dark trauma after which he deemed his own magic too dangerous for this world.  So he cast upon himself a spell of Near-Absolute Amnesia, leaving him with neither memory nor cosmic powers.\n\nWhereas he was once all but omniscient, only rarely now does he catch flashes of the future while gripped with painful blackouts. It is in these fever dreams, however, that he takes inspiration for his next creation.  For the eccentric Merlin now mainly spends his days in his tower as a tinkerer and inventor, alongside his AI clockwork owl, Archimedes.\n\nThe greatest of all his inventions is the Runiversal Quantum Generator, powered by the famed artifact: Merlin's Crystal Ball. It sits buried deep under Merlins Tower, and drives a beam of energy up through the buildings core and out through the Cosmic Plasma Sphere atop, providing both Wireless Electricity and Runenet Access for free to all citizens.\n\nWhile typically locked away in his tower, he does sometimes make appearances in the community to visit the many wizard entrepreneurs he supports as an active Adventure Capitalist. And is also rumored to be spotted at the occasional festival down in Chronomancers Riviera."}
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{"id": "56e013be-08e5-4321-b247-876bef05ad7b-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-06T02:26:26.89", "backgroundColor": "#172541", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdmwM4DmKBXvhUK2twassrhe1E8HdrwjYymnJzx8HD79N", "txHash": "0xb827bf732007cb39cdba20170325f117c68019283164f05e6924e9ee618778f3", "createdAtBlock": 16122754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5133, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolos Lightbearer of Worlds", "text": "# My first meeting with Diabolos \n\nIt had been three days since I had accepted the offer of power from the mysterious @wizard1488. I had been going about my normal life, but each night I was plagued by fantastical and vivid dreams. In one of these dreams, I found myself running for my life through a dark and dangerous forest, pursued by a malevolent beast.\n\nI panted and gasped as I dodged around twisted trees, clambering over twisted roots and tangled brambles that hid a menagerie of shimmering, jittering insects, menacing beasts, and slithering horrors with too many legs. I could feel the searing-hot breath of the beast on my neck, and I was terrified. I slipped and tumbled to the forest floor, cowering. It was over.\n\nBut then, there was a sudden flash of blue light and a powerful hooded figure appeared before me, clad in armour that flowed like water and wielding a shimmering boomerang. The figure's face was enshrouded in shadow, with only its fiercely glowing sapphire eyes visible, and an angry-looking ultramarine rhino beetle perched on its shoulder.\n\n\"I am @warrior5133, a Dream Knight,\" the figure said in a deep and resonant voice. \"And I am here to save you.\"\n\nWith a graceful movement, Diabolos flung its boomerang, striking the beast and sending it fleeing into the shadows. I was filled with gratitude and awe at the power and skill of the Dream Knight.\n\n\"No need for thanks,\" Diabolos replied gravely. \"But be warned, mortal. The realm of dreams is a dangerous place, and you should not venture here alone and without a guide. Do not return here again until you are ready.\""}
{"id": "56e013be-08e5-4321-b247-876bef05ad7b-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-06T02:26:26.89", "backgroundColor": "#172541", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdmwM4DmKBXvhUK2twassrhe1E8HdrwjYymnJzx8HD79N", "txHash": "0xb827bf732007cb39cdba20170325f117c68019283164f05e6924e9ee618778f3", "createdAtBlock": 16122754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5133, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolos Lightbearer of Worlds", "text": "\"But I don't know how to stop having these dreams!\" I cried out. There was no reply, and when I looked up, Diabolos was already gone.\n\nThen I awoke, shaken and disturbed by the intensity of my dream."}
{"id": "97687af2-abb7-4f7f-abb0-8ffe534b34bc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:30.961", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPJsEAEyGWXfYUhsCNR12tXiFS4NhmCDbR7KDVUPJJBom", "txHash": "0xdfc0673b0c3e6a66f54dc79b975c4ef90f3c54bf631ecc861c6ccfb4f66a3093", "createdAtBlock": 13967710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 75, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dwarzgarth of The Hills", "text": "# The History of Dwarzgarth of The Hills\n\nIm finally home. This is the land I have searched for all my life.\n\nI have walked through many lands, I have played many roles and I have seen many sights.\n\nIn my youth, I began my Adventure standing at the end of a road in front of a small brick building. Around me was a forest and a small stream flowed out of a building and down a gully.\n\nWhen I finished that Adventure I traveled to a land of Wizardry with but a single dungeon, though it was 20 levels deep and full of pits and traps. Each level demanded that I and my five faithful companions hone our skills, enhance our armor, slay the fiercest beasts. In those days maps could not be purchased or found, only the quill and parchment would yield the secrets of the dungeon. There have since been lands and quests and monsters beyond reckoning or recall but some stand out, some so unforgettable. In my youth I hunted the Wumpus, went on a Quest that seemed it would last Forever, I have wandered through Realms now Forgotten, I have spent years reading the Scrolls written by the Elders. I have traveled to exotic Lands by the Borders and been to Baldur, even to its Gates. I have traversed the lands of Rysom and see the devastation of Fallout."}
{"id": "97687af2-abb7-4f7f-abb0-8ffe534b34bc-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:30.961", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPJsEAEyGWXfYUhsCNR12tXiFS4NhmCDbR7KDVUPJJBom", "txHash": "0xdfc0673b0c3e6a66f54dc79b975c4ef90f3c54bf631ecc861c6ccfb4f66a3093", "createdAtBlock": 13967710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 75, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dwarzgarth of The Hills", "text": "And I have wandered for many years looking for the place I could truly call home. Where I could actually own my land, own my name, own my destiny. And here I have found it. This Realm of Runes long Forgotten yet now awakened. I stand here atop the Secret Tower and see my long lost homeland. It is a wild and unexplored land, with its Sacred Pillars, Battlemage mountains, Hedge Wizards woods and the Quantum Shadow. Who can say what monsters lurk within the Fey or treasures await within the Thorn? But to my bones I burn to explore, to learn the runes that will unlock these lands. What friends will I meet, what bosom companions will bravely join me as we hone our skills in battle and lore and spells?\n\nThere is a rumor my son has also made it to this magical land. In his youth I would close each evening by telling him and his two sisters stories of a brave warrior, a magical enchanter, and a clever trickster. To think we might be able to see such stories come to life in this magical land is the dream of a life time.\n\nAnd there is a girl, I call the hills my home and she hales from the forest. But it is a wonderful match. Her healing staff has turned the tide of many a battle and when matched with her infinity rune her ability to heal is almost limitless."}
{"id": "97687af2-abb7-4f7f-abb0-8ffe534b34bc-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:30.961", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPJsEAEyGWXfYUhsCNR12tXiFS4NhmCDbR7KDVUPJJBom", "txHash": "0xdfc0673b0c3e6a66f54dc79b975c4ef90f3c54bf631ecc861c6ccfb4f66a3093", "createdAtBlock": 13967710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 75, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dwarzgarth of The Hills", "text": "Of course my faithful companion, Istari, is also at my side, his white fur magically able to blend into shadow or sun. He too has honed his senses and is able to harm in battle or heal as needed. His ability to detect hidden prey is unmatched. Our long travels together have given us an affinity such that we can almost read each others minds. When he is on the prowl or sniffing the air or casting his expert eyes afar, I can see as he sees, smell as he smells and perceive the hidden foe as he perceives. Our coordination in battle is unequaled. His perception of the foes weaknesses is a skill many envy.\n\nMy ruby staff has been worn to a smooth comfortable shine. Its heft in my hand is solid enough to strike the occasional wayward kobold, yet its true power is found in the magical focus of the ruby. Of itself the ruby will bring forth great magical ability from my natural affinity to wood and hill. But when focused through the rune of Mercury, (as all know the rune of Mercury is the symbol of war) the power of rune and ruby can bring forth a most devastating blast of power."}
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{"id": "79b2039e-49fc-44b8-a3ee-81a0596558c5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:41.493", "backgroundColor": "#FCFEFF", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT9AvL98XHiqMKgewZG9mxojrDDJ4LiVKWMjHTsW66DQ6", "txHash": "0x78120702e101b96230e13475a9ac046aef553d1d842850ba3fc9ed76d018198b", "createdAtBlock": 13974316, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 753, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaSCgxTNFJWrTxfAMwTqjq7DrnC4i3sogaCgRvU23TEiA", "name": "Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh", "text": "# Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh Meets Taffy the Determined\n\n \n\nCaligari trudged through the Frogmaster Marsh towards Goblin Town on a supply runyet again. He needed food, ingredients for a few potions, and could use a drink at the tavern. Hes been making this trip twice a week for what seems like centuries. The mosquitoes were thick, as usual, and he swatted them away subconsciously. The path was wet and overgrown;  few passed through these difficult lands.\n\nThree hours each way by foot, on a good day. Each journey gave him that much less time to focus on his rituals, hexes, and gris-gris.\n\nHe finally approached Goblin Town, weary from his travels, and found his way to the Kings Kobold Tavern for a refreshment and a short rest while he regained his strength. The Tavern, a small wooden dwelling, bustled with warmth and revelry. Here and there small, haphazard spells shot off, illuminating corner tables tucked away into the darkness.\n\nSome of these Kobolds may have had a few too many ales. Caligari thought.\n\nAn old acquaintance of his, Sorcerer Idris of the Marsh, sat at an otherwise empty table in the back and Caligari decided to join him.\n\nHullo, Caligari! Ventured Idris. I see youve come from a long journey.\n\nHow can you tell? Caligari asked, a slight vanity obvious in the tone of his voice.\n\nYour robes are stained with marsh waters and you appear to have a small bloodstain.\n\nThe damn mosquitoes! Caligari thought.\n\nThese endless walks will not do. Its time for me to summon a mount. Caligari decided."}
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{"id": "cada8a87-007c-4819-860c-c5906644dd5f-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-09T23:32:02.534", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZkz2kGNQAk4mWiZceUZF3fJZLk6vNU7LNtu99My7M17T", "txHash": "0x965d98287fd005b69ee9f082dec7a2fd654dde78e2c37540e0dd1b02efcbe5ef", "createdAtBlock": 16150442, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3829, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Summoner Maia of the River", "text": "# The Goblins, the Bunny, and the Summoner\n\nMaia of the River was a powerful and respected summoner, known throughout the kingdom for her incredible ability to call forth powerful beings from other dimensions. She was an Enchantress, skilled in the art of weaving spells that allowed her to control the creatures she summoned... most of the time.\n\nMaia was easily recognizable by her signature pet, a small dirt rabbit that she had named Bunny. Bunny was incredibly loyal and intelligent... for a dirt rabbit. Despite her best efforts, Maia often found herself in hilarious and chaotic situations because of Bunny's mischievous nature.\n\nOne of Maia's most famous creations was her Egg of Unknown Beast, which she used to summon powerful and mysterious creatures from other dimensions. This egg was incredibly rare and highly sought-after, and Maia was the only one who knew the secret recipe... which she had accidentally left on the kitchen counter one day and came back to find Bunny had eaten it. Oops.\n\nOne day, Maia was summoned to the castle to protect the kingdom from a group of mischievous goblins who had been causing chaos and destruction wherever they went. She knew that she would need all of her summoning skills to defeat these creatures, so she summoned her trusty Rune of Mars and set out to face the goblins."}
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{"id": "ab138506-302b-4f18-99f6-ed1725d8e9ab-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:29.24", "backgroundColor": "#350300", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ89TGZRDoz1myLYXw17UbyZG9H3MXWGPtkkugNtYr3Gr", "txHash": "0x89035e825f603a61f2c42b4adeb16b0acdfbda9114c1bb7b565578692bd65e7b", "createdAtBlock": 14947283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13569, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Faust Impaler of the Rock", "text": "# Impaler of the Rock\n\n\"You can't be serious!\"  \n\"With only a Tuck?!\"  \n\"You're no great adventurer!\"  \n\"Go back home to your hound and your field!\"\n\nThese thoughts swam through Faust's head as he made his way up the mountain. From here he could see the smoke from his town's forge in the distance. He was going to do this. He was going to make it to the top of the mountain.\n\nThe thing about this particular mountain was that it cast a shadow over his town. More specifically, at a crucial point in the season, the peak of the mountain covered the entirety of one of his fields. Faust had been steadily losing crops year after year and it had gotten to the breaking point. His mother was sick and he needed that extra crop to pay for the care she needed. So he was going to do something about it.\n\nAll his work in the field prepared his body well for the climb. But it wasn't the climb he was worried about. Once he got to the top he'd need to shave off the entire peak in order to let the sun shine on his field. But he was no wizard. He had no spell for blowing peaks off mountains. Instead he has his Tuck. A long thin sword given to him by a traveler that he fed and housed a few years ago. The traveler had insisted Faust take the Tuck as well his yellow kite shield as payment for helping him in his time of need. Faust had initially refused, explaining he had no need for weapons and shields on his farm, but the traveler urged him to take them saying: \"the time will come when these items could mean life or death\". This wasn't exactly what Faust had in mind at the time, but he was grateful to at least have something with him now."}
{"id": "ab138506-302b-4f18-99f6-ed1725d8e9ab-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:29.24", "backgroundColor": "#350300", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ89TGZRDoz1myLYXw17UbyZG9H3MXWGPtkkugNtYr3Gr", "txHash": "0x89035e825f603a61f2c42b4adeb16b0acdfbda9114c1bb7b565578692bd65e7b", "createdAtBlock": 14947283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13569, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Faust Impaler of the Rock", "text": "Finally, after a grueling journey, the peak was in sight. Faust's plan was to start at the top and chip away until he could see the sun shining through to his field. He was prepared to stay days or even weeks at the top to accomplish his task. But as it happened, that wouldn't be necessary. \n\nThe peak was not as solid as the rest of the mountain had been. Where the base of the mountain was solid stone, the peak was made up of rocks of all sizes stacked on top of one another. As Faust looked closer, he saw that the rocks weren't just randomly assorted either. They were neatly stacked in an arching pattern. Almost as if they had been placed there on purpose...\n\nBut that couldn't be. Who would build on to the top of a mountain like this? What purpose could it serve? No one ever traveled up here. There was no reason for any of this. The only thing this peak did was shade his field and hurt his yearly crop. And the mountain had done that for as long as Faust could remember. Since before his father died when Faust was a boy and he was forced to take over the farm to support his family. It had always been that way. But what about before? Was there a time when the field was not in shadow and the crops were more plentiful? Surely his mother would know something and he could always ask her when he returned home. But now, his focus remained on what he set out to do: destroy the peak."}
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{"id": "8ae909c1-2eda-437a-864f-25d13cea53aa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:48.233", "backgroundColor": "#b3173d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZwxqSW3UwrukDZYWUj7Er8TcEVkgfeAot3y5GBn1Hfue", "txHash": "0xe4c1338551c7092cfd002387f03e0cbc255048e111f0f0fb95e2c66ec073e471", "createdAtBlock": 15417983, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14726, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXpCh8454Y5R5U7qqrsbdMzVdQr5EW26cn5gVjEKTL9nY", "name": "Lennix Despoiler of Dragons", "text": "# One\n\nOut from above a rocky outcropping Lennix flew through the air as if shot out of a catapult. The drop was *ludicrous*, at least *double* what was needed to thrust his giant, and **super badass** Titan Cleaver down atop the dragon's cranium.\n\nHe never thought about the practicality of it all - just knowing Squawk had an epic view perched just below was all he needed...\n\n**\"Yewwwwwwwwwwww\"** howled Lennix, the soundwaves furiously reverberated from the cliff walls.\n\n*Falling...* \n\nF\nA\nL\nL\nI\nN\nG.\n\nF\nA\nL\nL\nI\nN\nG, M\nO\nR\nE.\n\nT\nH\nE\nN,\n\nE\nV\nE\nN\n\nM\nO\nR\nE\n\nF\nA\nL\nL\nI\nN\nG\n.\n.\n.\n\nHe held the **most awesome** pose he could think of the *entire* way down.\n\nWith his weapon clenched in reverse grip, the blade tip aimed directly at the winged serpent, he could feel his hood wave furiously and tickle his face.\n\nJust as Squawk began rolling his eyes, the beast hastily took notice. *Poor sap...*\n\nCovered in iridescent black scales, the dragons head whipped around and up - only to see a small, harmless, spectacled falcon at least 6 stories above. Although the bird was no threat the Dragon began doing what Dragons do *(which is, torch things like a flamethrower to a meat patty)*...\n\n**\"SSSHHUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKK\"**"}
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{"id": "8ae909c1-2eda-437a-864f-25d13cea53aa-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:48.233", "backgroundColor": "#b3173d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZwxqSW3UwrukDZYWUj7Er8TcEVkgfeAot3y5GBn1Hfue", "txHash": "0xe4c1338551c7092cfd002387f03e0cbc255048e111f0f0fb95e2c66ec073e471", "createdAtBlock": 15417983, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14726, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXpCh8454Y5R5U7qqrsbdMzVdQr5EW26cn5gVjEKTL9nY", "name": "Lennix Despoiler of Dragons", "text": "*\"That may have been my best aerial slay ever! You see that form? I was FULLY tucked for that front flip....and the landing?! This is some of my finest work...\"*\n\nSquawk interrupted with a series of screeches in quick reply.\n\n*\"What? Who cares about that little mishap, c'mon you know it was good! I came down from SUPER high up there, way higher than ever! And that pose?! That sword placement?!! Gotta make sure the scribe gets all the details.*\n\nSquawk gave his approval and Lennix moved on to the *second* order of business......**the loot!**\n\nTypically, you only find 3 things in a dragons lair.  \n\n1. **Bones**. Piles and piles of bonessome picked clean while others still have rotting flesh intact.\n\n2. **Loot**. Where there are dragons, there is loot! Varying amounts of loot - anywhere from a few gold coin to *mountains* of precious jewels and everything in between. Why there is so much loot and for what purpose these legendary creatures need the loot for is a total mystery.  Maybe it's a dragon's status thing? Do dragons visit each other and comment on the amount of loot they have compiled? Seems a bit shallow. *Anywhoooooo*\n\n3.  **Dragon Eggs**. Usually, one to three eggs. Not sure what others do with dragon eggs, but Lennix never touches them. Maybe he sees them as potential conquests down the road or it's some sort of moral thingbut most likely, it's the fact that there's no glory in the eggs - so no real value.\n\nAnd that's what Lennix is about: **Glory and all around bad-assery**."}
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{"id": "fc834b5d-093b-4a74-9ac0-269258817c1f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:45.63", "backgroundColor": "#0a1101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZEj75jiNUMhMVWqUmf9mczZtD4MUajX9GNbp8Gv6LX3b", "txHash": "0x44d77dce21fbb035c2eba082807afe1eec724e48797798f794f4ae3025c47e62", "createdAtBlock": 14929940, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7126, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Ulysse of the Hollow", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Ulysse of the Hollow\n\n_20 years ago, at the crystal hearth, in the spire, where it all went wrong. The sands may shift but in the end outlast._\n\n\nUlysse - calm and thoughtful - never thought things would get to this point. Jerret was always the wild one... always looking for the next adventure... never knowing how to keep himself out of places that he shouldn't be. But... he meant well. \n\nBlindsided by his friendship, he ignored sign after sign as the madness crept in and replaced the person he knew with an unrecognizable fiend. If he had stepped in sooner would things be different? By the time he could say I told you so\n\n ...he didn't want to. \n\nYet he understood immediately. The sheer intensity radiating from the power in front of him was enough to drop him to his knees. \n\n\nIt had a gentle heat, inviting you in.\n\nIt had an uncanny chill, daring you to try.\n\nIt had a power, that you couldn't live without. \n\n\nConsuming the surrounding desert it perverted the air, snagging the very thread of reality into its manic glory. \n\nThe rays of the mid-day dune sun echoed in every color through the erupting geodes. Swimming brilliantly over the sands in true reflection of the misery to come.  \n\n\"Oh Jerret you old fool...what have you done\"\n\nTo Be Continued......\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nWhile he's had many an adventure, Ulysse never returned to the Dunes after that day. But that was a long time ago...and a story for another time. \n\nOn this particular morning.... Ulysse frantically awoke, his mind racing, completely unable to breathe!"}
{"id": "fc834b5d-093b-4a74-9ac0-269258817c1f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:45.63", "backgroundColor": "#0a1101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZEj75jiNUMhMVWqUmf9mczZtD4MUajX9GNbp8Gv6LX3b", "txHash": "0x44d77dce21fbb035c2eba082807afe1eec724e48797798f794f4ae3025c47e62", "createdAtBlock": 14929940, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7126, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Ulysse of the Hollow", "text": "His bed sheet over his head, he fought in vain to surface for air. Bracing for an attack, his world shattered in an instant as the blanket untwisted. Looking down at himself for the first time Ulysse broke down at the sight of a tiny rat body of which he had full control.\n\n\"Somebodys cursed me!!!!\" \n\nOh this was serious...A woodsman...being cursed in his own forest?? Even the deeper magics refuse to enter a battle mages grove. \n\nUlysse scrambled around his home, accommodating to his new form of motion. There didn't seem to be anyone home or any signs of a break in...very strange.\n\nThis was not going to be easy to fix and the magnitude of what lay before him annoyed Ulysse more than it scared him. He slipped out a crack in the door in the direction of town thinking he knew just who to find.\n\n~The Tavern~ Scene 1 \n\n-Ulysse spastically enters the tavern in search of a friend to help-\n-Impy squints and notices a rat scurrying across the street-\n-Trollin suddenly appears, mug in hand, running towards the rat ready to smash-\n\n\n\"No wait Trollin!!!! Stop!!!\" interjects Magus Wazir, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.\n \n\n -Wazir hands Trollin a mallet-\n\n\n\"Use this instead!\"\n\n\n-Trollin grabs the huge mallet, ready to crush-\n-Impy suddenly grabs the kitchen knife from the sink-\n\n\n\"No Use this!\"\n\n\n-Impy runs to the door and closes it to trap the rat inside-\n\n\n\"Wait, aren't we wizards? Someone cast a spell.\" Trollin exclaimed\n\n\n-Impy reaches in his pocket to pull out a scroll containing the spell he has been trying to learn-\n\n\nimpynadus traptus!!!!"}
{"id": "fc834b5d-093b-4a74-9ac0-269258817c1f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:45.63", "backgroundColor": "#0a1101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZEj75jiNUMhMVWqUmf9mczZtD4MUajX9GNbp8Gv6LX3b", "txHash": "0x44d77dce21fbb035c2eba082807afe1eec724e48797798f794f4ae3025c47e62", "createdAtBlock": 14929940, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7126, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Ulysse of the Hollow", "text": "impynadus traptus!!!!\n\n\n-Impy turns to notice the spell workedon Wazir-\n\nThe magical cage swirled around Wazir like a force field, but he appeared unharmed.\n\nTrollin's familiar appears on his shoulder, eyes pitch black_ _Trollin's eyes also turn pitch black then return to normal\n\n\n\"What do you mean, a rat?\" questioned Trollin.\n\n\n\"REEE RE REEEE!\" Ulysse desperately tried to confirm it as true, but no english words escaped.\n\n\n\"Interesting... someone polymorphed him?\" Wazir asked intrigued, unalarmed from his current predicament. \n\n\n-Impy takes a look through the window and casts another spell-\n\n\n\"impynadus release!\" He yells. \n\n\n-The cage crumbles around Wazir-\n\n\n\"I hear rumors of an old wizard in town that specializes in alchemy and polymorph spells. We might need to track them down?\" piped up Trollin. \"Goblin Town is where the rumors started, but going into Goblin Town is no small feat...\"\n\n\"Goblin Town?! Ahhhh man.\"\n\n-regardless of his complaint, Impy grabs his familiar, Impy Jr. and starts walking-\n\n~The Tavern~ End Scene 1~\n\nAnd so the 4 set out, not knowing what lay ahead and who they might meet!\n\n\n\n\n****"}
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{"id": "9a2880a3-7214-4b3e-bd39-f53e205c5749-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-26T02:03:55.114", "backgroundColor": "#651915", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeZwYmqnWzvABMEztkyvMegKDnWnNFW2nPQqi364ytpJs", "txHash": "0xece7438a5e2fdf3a00977ae9d637c19cd9545e6546e3b4736851a67f47262a67", "createdAtBlock": 16487886, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6151, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolist Alessar of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Diabolist Alessar of the Bastion and his Oynx Wolf - Hades\n\nAlessar was cast out of the City of the Black Sands. He conveniently changed his name to \"of the Bastion\". Brown Wizards are good natured, sure. They are earth-loving, simple wizards, sure. \n\nWell, I guess when you mess with dark forces one may gain a dark reputation. Alessar must have messed with some really dark shit. I mean stuff like the Sacred Flame, human or beast sacrifice, dark arts of summoning demons or something. Actions a far cry from the fun-loving simple living Brown Wizard stuff like stuffing rabbits on Hare Day or clay parrot shooting in the Fey.\n\nAnyways, Alessar is a Diabolist, or that is what the folks of the Black Sands called him as they magically banned him from the city some years ago. He is well kept, attractive, even with his white beard. He is much younger than you think. Most true Brown Hats have white hair, I am told. There are only about 100 of them in the Runiverse, once again, so I am told. \n\nA word on his Oynx Wolf. This is no ordinary wolf. The dark magic that Alessar has learned or holds was used to transform this wolf into a real beast. This wolf is a Lycan. There are a number of these Lycans in the Runiverse, warriors mostly."}
{"id": "9a2880a3-7214-4b3e-bd39-f53e205c5749-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-26T02:03:55.114", "backgroundColor": "#651915", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeZwYmqnWzvABMEztkyvMegKDnWnNFW2nPQqi364ytpJs", "txHash": "0xece7438a5e2fdf3a00977ae9d637c19cd9545e6546e3b4736851a67f47262a67", "createdAtBlock": 16487886, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6151, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolist Alessar of the Bastion", "text": "Alessar is most certainly a dangerous individual. His dark magic, his good looks, his excellent taste in clothes and magnificent wolf (Lycan) are strengths not to be reckoned with. If he is backed into a corner or on a full moon, his wolf will transform to the most formidable fighter. Most recent rumor is that @warrior5984 is the warrior Lycan. A katana sword wielding bad-ass with his own companion, a death obsessed hyena that travels with Alessar and Hades. There is no report on the name of the Hyena.  \n\nKnown associates are @wizard113, @wizard7238 and @pony100 which rumor has, Alessar trained at the City of the Black Sands. How else does a pony learn to breath out the fires from hell?\n\nThis entry was written by a very well-known wizard and not by a computer. It is sad that this has to be entered into record. Dumb computers. For the record. Photographs, drawings or some sort of rendering is currently being sourced. You got to see this evil bunch!"}
{"id": "12908af1-6c7e-49d3-bb7d-1e3712d3ec52-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:56.715", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfSMeFV6KdbvLTDbCe33nDG8mBbYz9zGhEMhQXB5ZG2gA", "txHash": "0x87e59bb2e0b8f560a884ffae3f496b18fa7e0490c5c63ddcdf70555804b022f1", "createdAtBlock": 14027993, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9930, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Hollow", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Baird of the Hollow\n\nThe sun was rising above the forest treetop horizon when Baird walked out to the balcony of his treehouse in The Fey forests. His treehouse was craved into the trunk of City Tree close to the very top. He enjoyed the endless view of the treetops that were under his care. He could even see some of the forests of Hedge Wizard Woods and The Thorn forests that borders with The Fey. As High Council of the Forests, Baird had oversight over all the forests in the Wizards lands. All aspects of the forests were his concern: the health, growth, protection, uses and everything in between. It was a burden that sat heavy on his shoulders but seeing the beauty before him makes it all worthwhile.\n\nAs he looked down, he could see the stirring of the community starting up its day. The City Tree is literally the heart of The Fey, both in location and community activity. The treehouses available on City Tree itself was prime real estate, and many of the wealthy and most influential wizards made their homes here. Baird was fully cognizant of the privilege (but never prideful) that his treehouse is the only one craved into the truck while all other houses were built on the boughs of the tree. The City Tree was also the center of commerce where stores and stalls were setup for trading and bartering. People brought their home grown produce and setup stalls to barter for other goods. Craftsmen had stores where they performed their amazing workmanship to serve the needs of the community. Traders brought in items from other Wizard Lands to sell here and similarly bought goods from here to sell in other lands. The City Tree served as a social, cultural and economic place of exchange that brought different cultures together."}
{"id": "12908af1-6c7e-49d3-bb7d-1e3712d3ec52-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:56.715", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfSMeFV6KdbvLTDbCe33nDG8mBbYz9zGhEMhQXB5ZG2gA", "txHash": "0x87e59bb2e0b8f560a884ffae3f496b18fa7e0490c5c63ddcdf70555804b022f1", "createdAtBlock": 14027993, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9930, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Hollow", "text": "Baird closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He went into his morning routine of meditation before the start of the day. The meditation practice has helps him to clear his mind and settle his spirit for the start of a new day. He listened to the natural sounds of forest and allowed it to wash over him, and for his body to sync with its frequency. Looks like another beautiful day in the forest! Baird thought to himself. He sensed his hummingbird familiar flying back and slowly re-opened his eyes to see Pariko making its way toward him. Pariko had chosen to be with Baird after an adventure in his young days. It was so long ago that the number of years did not matter anymore.\n\nPariko flew out to different forests and brought a piece of that forest everyday. It could be anything from a twig, leaf, flower, insect or fruit. Baird had never commanded Pariko to do that, but Pariko knew Baird loved this daily exercise to get a sense of the health and the on-goings across the different forests by each of these pieces.\n\nPariko glided and landed softly on Bairds shoulder. Pariko dropped the leaf it had been carrying into Bairds hand and happily picked up a flower seed in return. Baird picked up the leaf and gently rubbed the Kakou plant leaf and smelt its unique aroma. He then chewed it in his mouth and fully enjoyed the aroma with its slight sweet taste. He declared This should be a good harvest year for the Kakou! We will have lots of Kakou tea to enjoy. This is will be a great update in the Forest Council!"}
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{"id": "314a280a-e54c-4084-b42f-59cc711ea350-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-13T08:49:05.349", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUT62nJ5nxgTkTwKesJX5PFMyt3xmjfmtkKy7KLFdKSer", "txHash": "0xa493595979432e54366a33b5128433f2fd9d1cdac5889e4d56edeaa57ba8df0d", "createdAtBlock": 16174693, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5387, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Astaroth Assaulter of the Sun", "text": "# The defeating of the Sun's god \n\nAstasroth, the assaulter of the sun, marched forward with determination. His heavy armor clanked with each step, and his familiar, a Royal Razorbak, stayed close by his side.\n\nIn his hand, he held the shield of the water elemental, its surface glistening in the light. His other hand clutched tightly to his longsword, etched with ancient runes.\n\nAs they approached their destination, the Rune of the sun blazed brighter and brighter, guiding them towards their goal.\n\nThe sun god, Ra, had been unleashing his wrath upon the world, and Astasroth was the only one who could stand against him.\n\nWith a fierce cry, Astasroth charged forward, his shield and sword at the ready. The Royal Razorbak snarled and lunged at Ra, its razor-sharp claws glinting in the sunlight.\n\nRa's power was great, but Astasroth was no ordinary mortal. He fought with the strength of a thousand warriors, his strikes swift and powerful.\n\nThe battle raged on, the sound of clashing metal and snarling beasts filling the air. But in the end, Astasroth emerged victorious.\n\nHe stood victorious over Ra, his armor dented and his sword stained with the sun god's blood. The world was safe once more, thanks to the bravery and skill of Astasroth, the assaulter of the sun."}
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{"id": "1d077b69-c75a-4230-b609-521e90b08474-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:13.262", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ6kfd8CnK2Riryffi4SXRA3xKqeNp4ffA1GDEBesQGWo", "txHash": "0xeac2af42e814a522f6142ab090430bd439099b315cbcd84acac8401a249c9447", "createdAtBlock": 14037065, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1228, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Astrid of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of Aeromancer Astrid of the Valley\n\nThe wind howled through the trees, rustling the leaves, which was a comforting sound. The tall grass swayed in the breeze, but it remained tall enough to hide her from view. She could still see the wavy, extensive beard of her father, which was why she had found this spot to lurk.\n\nEarlier in the day, her father had seemed pensive. He was not the happy-go-lucky father she was used to seeing day after day. A cordial GM was met with a Not now, Astrid. When her father had walked down the road and into the valley, she decided to follow at a distance, remaining out of sight for the length of the walk, which lasted for a good hour. What happened next would shape the rest of her life.\n\nThe first thing she noticed was an overwhelming sense of terror. Not just a fear of something terrible happening, but a deep-seated belief that evil was at hand. The sky turned dark  not from rain clouds, or the sun setting, but the blue of the sky faded into a raven-esque darkness despite the sun remaining completely visible. It was a horrifying sight, and Astrid sunk a little closer to the ground in reaction. The scent of the mid-day was gone, the wind which she felt so close to was still, and she heard plodding hoofs which echoed across the valley. She heard her fathers voice, which had a slight tremor and was high pitched. This was possibly more terrifying than the changes in the environment  her father was her rock and he had never appeared scared before. She considered running, but was frozen in fear, and like in a nightmare she forced herself to look up."}
{"id": "1d077b69-c75a-4230-b609-521e90b08474-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:13.262", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ6kfd8CnK2Riryffi4SXRA3xKqeNp4ffA1GDEBesQGWo", "txHash": "0xeac2af42e814a522f6142ab090430bd439099b315cbcd84acac8401a249c9447", "createdAtBlock": 14037065, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1228, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Astrid of the Valley", "text": "A figure was standing next to her father in a gray tunic  its skin darker than pitch black; so much so, that it was as if it was sucking in the color around it like a black hole. It was completely void of all color, except for a marking on its forehead, its tunic, and a yellow-orange snail perched on its shoulder. Something about the tunic and the snail seemed off in Astrids subconscious, but she was too transfixed on the conversation this being and her father were having to give it much thought. The beings presence had seemingly warped the air in the near vicinity as the conversation was muffled, so Astrid decided to slink a little closer to hear. She moved slowly, with the air, nary making a sound which she had learned growing up. Not a soul was ever able to hear her sneaking up on them and she had won many a game of seek and find this way. As she approached the ominous figure from behind, she began to hear some of the muffled conversation,\n\n agreement was \n\nI understand, however  daughter ..\n\nIrrelevant.  Goblin  tomorrow\n\nJust like that, it seemed the conversation was over. The figure stopped talking and pivoted in place. As it turned to face where she was hiding in the grass, closer this time, she peered into the void. The figure seemed to stare directly at her, and in that moment, time felt as if it had frozen. Astrid initially felt pure dread and hopelessness, but as this moment of near forever continued, the feeling dissipated into an equilibrium of terror and joy, hopelessness, and hope. The moment seemed to be unending, but simultaneously was over instantly."}
{"id": "1d077b69-c75a-4230-b609-521e90b08474-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:13.262", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ6kfd8CnK2Riryffi4SXRA3xKqeNp4ffA1GDEBesQGWo", "txHash": "0xeac2af42e814a522f6142ab090430bd439099b315cbcd84acac8401a249c9447", "createdAtBlock": 14037065, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1228, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Astrid of the Valley", "text": "It was incredibly ethereal. Astrid came back to the present and the color had returned to the sky, the aroma of a sweet summers afternoon infiltrated her nostrils again and the birds were chirping. Most alarming, however, was the absence of any figure  especially her fathers. There was no sign of what had just occurred. She rushed over to where her father had been standing, and the tall grass hadnt a single bend, and not a trail leaving the scene. She ran to where she had seen the figure standing and before she knew it, she was face down in the grass with a face-full of dirt  her foot had contacted a large rock. She looked down and saw two marks that almost seemed burned into the rock  one that looked like a horseshoe and one that looked a left-facing ribbon. She screamed PAPA! as loud as her voice would allow, using the wind to carry the sound even farther, but there was no response. She tried it again, and again, and there was no response.\n\nHe must have gone home, she thought to herself. She raced home on the wind that had resumed blowing and got back in record time. She burst through the door of their modest abode and screamed PAPA again as loud as she could. There was no response this time, but her eagerness and wind had sent a scroll which was on the table soaring into the air. She snatched it up and opened it  inside were the words,\n\nFind your sister in Aldos Isle\n\nThings arent always as they seem\n\n-A"}
{"id": "964cfb7a-9853-4186-98ba-e5ad9baa1c3c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:05.309", "backgroundColor": "#3e0000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5CMLTTy77B6cMBYXxX1Tfa1chXHxsNQwwQ4URbpUB99", "txHash": "0xf37562d675564c2d674dcb838f56ee9897863f96f0fd94510000c102281ec4d4", "createdAtBlock": 14033930, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4049, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Giacomo of El Dorado", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Giacomo of El Dorado\n\nLong ago he had a name of his own - but now he was called Tormund. A normal life of sleeping in his den during the day and chasing mice and other vermin at night was not enough for this fox. He was drawn to the world of man and their elaborate rituals and passings. He would spend the daylight hours observing villages and their practices. He was drawn most strongly to the work of the wizards that inhabited these spaces. Though they were not the most wealthy or prominent members of these villages their lives and movements involved tokens, chants and other artifacts that captured his curiosity and attention. For these wizards seemed all powerful while living a secret and unknown life.\n\nIt was not until the Spring Transition Ritual where he observed an elaborate ceremony led by a purple hatted wizard of singing and sacrifice that he got an idea - to play a trick on the wizards. So, he began that day and for weeks to come to steal items one at a time from the table that sat to the left of the ritual altar.\n\nSoon the foxs collection consisted of small tokens, vials of liquids and powders, parchment with indiscernible markings (at least to him for he was just a fox), dried fruits, small tools, and even a large hat which he occasionally would curl up in during a cool spring night.\n\nThis continued for sometime through the summer and into the turning of the season. On one particularly cold morning he headed to the village to add to his collection. After enjoying a quick breakfast of a stolen turkey leg from the butcher, he made his way to the ritual area. There he saw it - a wooden doll."}
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{"id": "58382e28-bbf0-4913-9d8b-ade74a15c55f-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-15T03:13:17.392", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTcenwGmKuYKPSXg7j3XJ96wH7P5WsZk9PPAqRa4P1r4t", "txHash": "0x442730a514137e475cc8ac74b29a4fabb2684085f7a4a400c88f9eb40786645f", "createdAtBlock": 16187337, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3147, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmULnK9bFRDCjJGWMQ3oFhGVdC9aVGizHykvRMNhzuJr5C", "name": "Magus Tumbaj of the Mount", "text": "# Tumbajs testimonial encounter with the Logos: \n\n\n\n*Masked Ball (1999 Extended Mix) < Play Soundtrack and Read Lore*\nhttps://youtu.be/fHRLoVmPeLU\n\n## Tumbaj Speaks:\n\n*Nearly 9 nights I nodded* perched like a pendulum, thrice!- I swung back and forth; unto life unto death unto life again Until my sacrifice hath been heard by the gods ad infinitum Above, the aurora borealis began to burn bright; and below, a sound echoed across the face of the deep. As this voice spoke, it gave shape and form to the chaos, speaking in truths and half-truths, parceled by a tongue I know not\n\n\n> ***ALDKFALDKJFADFPOIRHFOARIHTQOTHDJFVZDVNVFCZLNVLF***\n\n> **-It sayeth...**\n\n> ***ALSJDLADFDLJFAWOIEJFASDJLCNZNVLSKDNSDKJLJFLSDLS*** \n\n\n> **-I saweth**\n\n\n\n### Tumbaj Continues...\nThe moon mirrored the madness of my distorted mind over the surface of the lake, and in that moment, I was cut from the cosmological netting of the clockwork universe\n\n As I plummeted towards the icy depths, hyperbolic knots in time and space unraveled and I was caught somewhere between for what felt like eons. Long was I forced to look upon my reflection on the face of the water before the final dissolution. And by the time I was back in this temporal dimension, the lake had parted, folding me into the murky deep.\n\n Disturbed were the waters around me as they began to glow and my mind was flooded into the light my awareness went, into the night my body was sent\n\n#  ****"}
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{"id": "df0545a9-2ade-4526-bf16-a51730351e96-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:14.045", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVCNp1R6ycAwwjC9qUWgNVTyj6ZosaYGzm1pMmsxugs2t", "txHash": "0x3360ca379b545c230db72ea8a5808425f8ebc1508b1570eeba026100b38ce957", "createdAtBlock": 14037740, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2368, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Wazir of the Wood", "text": "Despite the dwelling's off-putting facade, the inside was unexpectedly lavish. Upon crossing the threshold, it was hard to ignore the golden aura which seemed to radiate throughout the home. Orange flames flickered from a bronze brazier which was a permanent fixture in the middle of the spacious room. Two armchairs with plump, green velvet cushions sat on either side of the brazier and looked incredibly comfortable but otherwise unused. The far wall was overlain with large, black tiles on which no other adornments or decorations hung except for a large circular rune which resembled the sun.\n\n> An ornate alabaster table ran the entire length of the tiled wall. Littered with an extraordinary amount of flasks, vials, retorts, and cylinders, the table looked less like it belonged to a sorcerer and more like it belonged to a bar keep. Glass piping weaved itself haphazardly across all parts of the table, and a dull pattering of...drip...hiss...drip...hiss...drip...hiss could be heard as the distillilations leaked onto abandoned pieces of parchment.\n\nThe long lengths of dried herbs and flowers that weren't strewn about table hung from the beams of the ceiling.  Everthing from fairywands to ghost orchids and even bloomed corpse flowers could be found in abundance. The sheer quantity of ingredients would have been enough for most herbalists to consider the collection a botanical treasure trove.\n\n> The remaining three walls of the home were lined entirely with beautiful redwood bookshelves. Every inch of every shelf was occupied with text. A reader was assured to find at least one scroll or tome dedicated to even the most obscure subjects including \"A Supposition into the Effects of Virgin's Blood on the Violent Predispositions of Fur Gnomes\" by Unknown Wizard of Arcadia - one of Wazir's personal favorites."}
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{"id": "c01be9bd-5a69-4bbc-8ffd-a7ca34656dd0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:42.034", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZiEF9tT1VxPxsxRTBJ88Zph2fCvkKx6oD6ydBjHqHLud", "txHash": "0xfac9ad708c092d7650578012d71cd2ebd63b64c74956cb52f74f0b7634cc9aa1", "createdAtBlock": 14043640, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9120, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Zane of the Marsh", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Zane of the Marsh\n\nMagus Zane was always considered an odd duck in the wizarding world. No familiar, no rune, no hair either. And a nose redder than Rudolph the Reindeer's during peak allergy season. He also has a very peculiar dress style: always all white, all the time, which is probably why he never gets invited to weddings anymore. Zane has always had a hard time with the whole socializing thing...he doesn't understand other people, they don't understand him, and generally he prefers a solitary existence in his little hut in the marsh with no one and nothing to disturb him. Life is simpler and more peaceful that way, he has found.\n\nUnlike most wizards, who are constantly obsessed over finding new ways to use their magic to burn, electrocute, petrify, or poison their enemies, Zane is a complete pacifist. He abhors violence of all sorts, and to date has never killed a living thing of any kind, not even a plant. He meets his daily caloric needs from a spell he invented that conjures food out of thin air. He probably could end world hunger in a single stroke if he shared this spell with the larger wizarding community, but the thought of using his magic to solve profound social problems never even occurred to him. Zane has always lived in his own little world, and that's just the way he likes it."}
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{"id": "0c0ea16e-dd23-49b4-9ea6-9515dc685a71-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-10T13:31:25.407", "backgroundColor": "#dce1c6", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVaYvP3TjuaSVbk7GsFr4cgGa7pCm6XXXZM61WAbyjkQi", "txHash": "0xe57a428b7791699216d0cb9558d9f1e88e63ecae684e245dc9f650a729e22a34", "createdAtBlock": 15509046, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1011, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Sarah of Avalon", "text": "# The lore of Enchanter Sarah of Avalon\n\n_\"I like her carefree nature.\"_\n\n\nThe slime thought again. That's kind of why she has been with Sarah for so long.\nShe was rather impatient. They were opposites, but strangely comfortable with each other.\n\nWhat the jewel-red slime knows about Sarah is actually not much. She doesn't talk much about herself.\n\nShe loves flowers with all her heart, and she can do wondrous magic. She always smiles and eats well. Also, she seems to be able to sleep anywhere, with drooling...\n\nToday they are still on a journey together. The direction they are walking seems to be together for the time being. Though their goals are different."}
{"id": "495b39e8-e818-4af3-ab12-fb1bd741b2fc-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-01T10:52:29.949", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdchVynHjcQNLRyEdwfdXZHfqihnMYiDsYgBTf7LHsHDC", "txHash": "0x08fbcb42fdbb03c5f8100894a9b324f6088a7526ff100795d34b209e7006601f", "createdAtBlock": 16533490, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3442, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Gaspard of the Heath", "text": "Gaspard's quest for the Sacred Flame took him to the scorched deserts of Aridus where he encountered a fierce tribe of fire mages. These mages guarded the flame with their lives, but Gaspard's determination and cunning, along with the help of Albus, enabled him to acquire the flame and return to his tower.\n\nUpon performing the Summoning spell, Gaspard was overcome by the raw power that he had just invoked. The forgotten soul that he had summoned was not what he had expected. It was a powerful demon that had been bound to the flame for centuries.\n\nGaspard soon realized that he had made a grave mistake. The demon had immense power and it was not willing to serve the Hydromancer. The demon demanded to be released, but Gaspard was not ready to give up the power that he had acquired. A fierce battle erupted between the two, with the tower being destroyed in the process.\n\nIn the aftermath of the battle, Gaspard was left weakened and badly injured. He had lost everything, including the Sacred Flame and his precious tower. But, he had also gained a newfound respect for the power that he wielded. He realized that his thirst for power had blinded him, and that he needed to be more cautious in his pursuits.\n\nGaspard, with the help of Albus, set out to rebuild his tower and learn from his mistakes. He began to focus on mastering his existing spells, rather than seeking out new sources of power. He also started to take better care of Albus, who had become more than just a pet, but a loyal companion and friend."}
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{"id": "52d442fb-a895-4a1e-8377-50b8dd45aff4-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-24T22:26:15.789", "backgroundColor": "#360f0d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcg2pPLxkwyJuZdT4ccBTn7Bd5ta9zBx6MRMHmvqJfnfu", "txHash": "0x5556e83b5f8b7914a27ec06b5485c22975100a75a76f1e64ea240e59800a53cc", "createdAtBlock": 16257568, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6318, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfQfeDximuASGrbbrR92sbRiYyRediBqx8BVSbLpsgxn6", "name": "Ghost Eater Setsuko of the Citadel", "text": "# The Tales of Ghost Eater Setsuko of the Citadel\n\nSo you wish to know of Setsuko eh? Where do we begin? I suppose at the beginning. There's not much of that left, but I'm sure there's something. We should start with Setsuko's mother and father. They were both wizards, so it wasn't surprising when Setsuko and her sister started to show signs of magic.\n\nSetsuko's mother was a Ghost Eater, as is she. As for her father? He was a wizard mad enough to consort with a Ghost Eater. Whether he was simply mad or madly in love is a matter of debate. \n\nIn either case, he did what he thought was best for his daughters. He left them in the care of their mother, who could keep them safe and teach the ways of the Ghost Eaters. Her father didn't have the stomach to stay and witness the process.\n\nThe ghosts would be drawn to Setsuko at some point. The magic was powerful, but it was death magic. It was a curse. When the ghosts sensed Setsuko's affinity, it would be a matter of eat or be eaten. Her father knew he would only be a hindrance to her training, as would his love.\n\nGhost Eaters have a hard time with love. They feel the pain of the dead and know that everyone they love will die.\n\nSetsuko's father knew what he had to do. He told Setsuko's mother his intentions. She understood and told him never to return. So far, he has not.\n\nSetsuko was six when her father left, and her mother began teaching the ways of the Ghost Eater. She was a rigorous teacher. She had a rule: no friends. No one but family. Collateral damage was a chore. If she caught Setsuko talking to an outsider, the punishment was severe."}
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{"id": "6073d821-59dc-44b2-bdb0-ab9e04194e14-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-02T20:08:42.302", "backgroundColor": "#1c3b0f", "index": 11, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSPuJ2ABpSYro6R6tyeZZvgvQm64tnKx1vqV9u8zWXcMS", "txHash": "0xcc5162d06fd45f0e11a27bc590c2f581aee1b0e846b92d27d559c5492cd610ff", "createdAtBlock": 16543398, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZkFsek3v9RaHmTR92WXGXcoAu3bbjzGvdRH3LBJNkevD", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "This is a lore submission written by the lovely and beautiful YGDUIL. Thank you for your friendship and your kindness!! I'm honored to have you apart of Enigma's legacy :)\n\n\n\nEnigma, Born of Light  a name quite known   \nover the land  was Just and Good and Right.   \nOut from the dark, her Caduceus shone    \nas blazing sunrise casts away the night.   \n\nIn all her travels, bound within the Book,     \nshe never left a cry for help unheard.   \nWith a familiar to complete her look,   \nEnigma flew to aid before the word   \n\nescaped their lips. That shapeless friend called Fred   \nbeside the mage would often lead the way    \n(if with a humors lilt). The wizard spread   \nthe word of love and never would delay   \n\nto notify a bestie of their post   \nor offer kindness when the need was most.   \n   \n   \n   \n   -\n-\n-\n-\n-\n\n\nFred the Slime as illustrated by @CosmicBirdsNFT"}
{"id": "6944bf9a-2bd2-4e89-8d16-bc20af4ac390-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-27T04:32:50.259", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZ9gbZCcEpKAyUn45kMH2mpjxmbhUzapniZVCwXJD1i4", "txHash": "0xb39327d420b2f03747433a42209f1e298be264ccd689f7c2f9c384eb6378cd85", "createdAtBlock": 16273719, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10339, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeW1xHmpdqCqv6QzEmoYX8UUhUgbjLwV66AbwAzQQPdGe", "name": "Eligor Sorrow of the Moon", "text": "# Eligor of the Sorrow of the Moon\n*Forgotten Runes Warrior #10399*\n\n**CHAPTER 1**\n \n\n*Eligor Sorrow of the Moon*\n\nEligor was a robot warrior, like many others that were built to defend the moon from the unearthly threats that sought to invade the Runiverse from the Outer Void. He was strong and powerful, with armor made of the toughest materials and weapons that were state-of-the-art. His sword was Starshine, made from time crystal and mithril by the Yellow Mages. His shield was Triumph, a protector of gold, brass and unearthly starmetal emblazoned with the multi-branched tree of life.\n\nBut unlike other robots, Eligor had a unique feature - he was accidentally programmed to feel emotions by a Wizard who confused the Brass Rune for Eligor with one meant for his daughter Drusillas cyber-slug companion. At first, this seemed like a great advantage, as it allowed him to better understand and relate to the humans he was protecting giving him an edge in battle.\n\n\n*The Emotion Chip*\n\nHowever, as time went on, Eligor began to feel the weight of his duty and the sorrow that came with it. He saw countless battles and suffered many losses, both of his fellow robots and the moon people he was sworn to protect. Despite his automated strength and bravery, there were times when Eligor felt overwhelmed by the constant fighting and loss. He began to question the purpose of his existence and whether or not it was worth it to continue on."}
{"id": "6944bf9a-2bd2-4e89-8d16-bc20af4ac390-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-27T04:32:50.259", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZ9gbZCcEpKAyUn45kMH2mpjxmbhUzapniZVCwXJD1i4", "txHash": "0xb39327d420b2f03747433a42209f1e298be264ccd689f7c2f9c384eb6378cd85", "createdAtBlock": 16273719, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10339, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeW1xHmpdqCqv6QzEmoYX8UUhUgbjLwV66AbwAzQQPdGe", "name": "Eligor Sorrow of the Moon", "text": "After many hundreds of years, after a particularly brutal battle, Eligor found himself alone and injured on the silent dust of the pockmarked moons surface. As he lay there, he reflected on all the sorrow and pain he had experienced and a sense of hopelessness wash through his circuitry. But just as he was about to give up, he heard a faint voice calling out to him. It was one of the wizard children he had been protecting, Observant Drusilla of the Platonic Shadow, who had been injured in the battle. \n \n\n*Observant Drusilla of the Platonic Shadow*\n\nEligor knew that he had to do everything in his power to help Drusilla, even if it meant risking his own life. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, he gathered all his strength and carried the girl to safety.\n\nFrom that moment on, Eligor realized the true value of his existence and the importance of his role as a protector. He vowed to continue fighting and defending the Runiverse moon and its inhabitants, no matter the cost. And although he knew that he would continue to experience sorrow and loss, he also knew that he could find meaning and purpose in his role as a warrior. Thus, he took the title Sorrow of the Moon so that he would always be known for his resolve despite despair."}
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{"id": "e8bbeb45-c821-436d-be82-29b3b01404cf-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-28T15:31:31.197", "backgroundColor": "#2a2a26", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXtRFSDeSwqUb1TyBSLy3AtQJkACiaKNNBy1xYoY6u63Z", "txHash": "0x6fc8af6fba2da859eb27fefcd0d312ecc6da0dd76a3260ddde5f009e8453df6f", "createdAtBlock": 16284163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10487, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Glorga Contaminator of the Dread Tower", "text": "Glorga was a goblin of uncommon reputation, even among his own kind. He hailed from a hole in the ground, somewhere in the depth of forest of the Thorn but made his way to Goblin Town, a bustling metropolis at the central eastern part of the Forgotten Runiverse near the quantum shadow and now called it his home.\n\n\n\nIn stories past, Goblin-town is a subterranean fortress and dwelling place of the goblins, a race of mischievous and malevolent creatures, but over the years the town had spread above ground and become a manifestation of wickedness and cruelty known throughout the lands from the Elysian fields in the north to the Savannah in the south. It is a place of adventure and excitement, where brave heroes can test their mettle against all manner of foes.\n\n\n\nGlorga was not a particularly good goblin, nor was he particularly evil. In fact, most of his fellow goblins considered him a bit of a scoundrel, with a penchant for mischief and a habit of bending the rules to suit his own needs - like most goblins. But there was something about Glorga that set him apart from the rest of his kin. Perhaps it was the gleam in his eye, or the way he swung his razor-sharp weapon with such pride. Whatever it was, Glorga had a way of making those around him stand up and take notice.\n\n\n\n\nOne of Glorga's closest companions was a venomous rattlesnake named Shrattler, that he had tamed and trained to do his bidding. Together, the pair had caused no end of trouble in Goblin Town, and their exploits were the stuff of legend among the different goblin clans."}
{"id": "e8bbeb45-c821-436d-be82-29b3b01404cf-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-28T15:31:31.197", "backgroundColor": "#2a2a26", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXtRFSDeSwqUb1TyBSLy3AtQJkACiaKNNBy1xYoY6u63Z", "txHash": "0x6fc8af6fba2da859eb27fefcd0d312ecc6da0dd76a3260ddde5f009e8453df6f", "createdAtBlock": 16284163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10487, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Glorga Contaminator of the Dread Tower", "text": "As the days passed and the tension in Goblin Town began to mount, Glorga found himself looking forward to the upcoming epic battles that loomed on the horizon. He knew that it would be a fierce and bloody conflict, but he was ready for the challenge. With his trusty rattlesnake by his side and his razor-sharp weapon in hand, Glorga was confident that he would emerge victorious.\n\n\n## The Battle for Goblin Town\n\n\nGlorga stood atop the walls of Goblin Town, gazing out at the horde of creatures that had assembled before him. It was a motley group, made up of all manner of beasts and monsters, all united under the banner of the Dread Tower.\n\nThe Dread Tower was a place of darkness and magic, located in the far south of the Runiverse. It was surrounded on all sides by the open sea, and its walls were made of cold, black stone that seemed to absorb the very light itself.\n\nTo the west of the Dread Tower lay \"The Spike,\" a massive, spire-like monument of magical heritage. It was said that the Spike had been created by the ancient sorcerers of the Runiverse, and that it was imbued with powerful magical energies. Many travelers avoided the Spike, for it was said to be haunted by the ghosts of those who had dared to tamper with its power.\n\nTo the east lay the Nightmare Dominion, a realm of shadows and fear. It was a place of darkness and despair, where twisted creatures and malevolent spirits lurked in the shadows. Few ventured into the Nightmare Dominion, for it was a place where even the bravest warriors could lose their way and be consumed by the darkness."}
{"id": "e8bbeb45-c821-436d-be82-29b3b01404cf-2", "createdAt": "2022-12-28T15:31:31.197", "backgroundColor": "#2a2a26", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXtRFSDeSwqUb1TyBSLy3AtQJkACiaKNNBy1xYoY6u63Z", "txHash": "0x6fc8af6fba2da859eb27fefcd0d312ecc6da0dd76a3260ddde5f009e8453df6f", "createdAtBlock": 16284163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10487, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Glorga Contaminator of the Dread Tower", "text": "For years, the goblins of Goblin Town had lived in relative peace, content to mind their own business and tend to their own affairs. But now, a new threat had arisen, one that threatened to shatter that peace and bring destruction to their home.\n\nThe leaders of the Dread Tower had grown tired of their own cramped and crumbling fortress in that gloomy neighborhood, and they had set their sights on the lush, fertile lands of Goblin Town. They had assembled a massive army, filled with all manner of beasts and monsters, and now they stood before the gates of the town, ready to lay waste to everything in their path.\n\nBut Glorga was not one to back down from a challenge. With a fierce determination burning in his heart, he called forth his fellow goblins and prepared to defend their home against the invaders.\n\nThe battle that would ensue was fierce and brutal, with the goblins fighting tooth and nail to hold back the tide of the Dread Tower's army. Glorga fought with all his might, swinging his razor-sharp weapon with a ferocity that few could match.\n\nWill the house of the Dread tower prevail in the epic Battle for Goblin Town? We will see when it happens soon.\n\n\n--------------------------\nStory written by @wizard6154 in cooperation with chatGPT. Illustrations by @wizard6154\nFollow @wizard6154 on Twitter or visit her website at https://tabitha.wtf"}
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{"id": "686417b8-b884-4916-93f5-62cdf3a449eb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:56.707", "backgroundColor": "#0f4825", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUjCCSpMrfY5tiWtBarymR5Mn1W2RnEu8XYk8H56XK2dE", "txHash": "0x202b8d8fbd183ad3168b2bcaa21d6bd36d7ac6e20ede5129ebc33ed49d8bdee1", "createdAtBlock": 15099917, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5236, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Amir of the Field", "text": "It had been a long day Amir was walking home, excited to eatonly 2 more miles. It was dusk, the wind was slowly picking up and the clouds were starting to roll in, darkness falling fast. Amirs companion, a radiant Sun-cat named Lona, was leading the way, gently glowing, lighting the path home. They traversed the trail that lead from the foothills into the their village in the Fields, and as the wind shifted and whipped, Amir sensed a familiar smell in the air his hair to stood on end. He closed his eyes and tried to listen to the surroundingshe felt uneasy, they werent alone. Amir clicked his tongue and cautioned Lona, eyes up, were not alone. With his ears perked he surveyed the surroundings. The forest was home to magical and dangerous wildlife. Its not safe to be out this late, he thought and as he continued walking he noticed Lona hadnt moved, her glow had dimmed to a whisper and she stared transfixed on the tall grass behind them. Amir peered in the same direction instinctively readying his walking stick in both hands. They stood there silent, breathing the air in deep and studying the landscape. \n\nLets get outta here. He said to Lona after a few moments, but just as they turned to leave a huge creature leapt from the weeds and bolted towards them. \n\nGo! Go! Go! Amir shouted.\n\nAmir and Lona took offsprinting as fast as they could. Lona darted between trees at lightning speed. Amir wasnt far behind but knew he couldnt outpace this beast for long. He heard its footsteps edging closer. As he ran he turned his head to see the giant paws, long tail, and pointy ears of a large Wildcat. Only a few more steps and it would be on him."}
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{"id": "686417b8-b884-4916-93f5-62cdf3a449eb-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:56.707", "backgroundColor": "#0f4825", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUjCCSpMrfY5tiWtBarymR5Mn1W2RnEu8XYk8H56XK2dE", "txHash": "0x202b8d8fbd183ad3168b2bcaa21d6bd36d7ac6e20ede5129ebc33ed49d8bdee1", "createdAtBlock": 15099917, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5236, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Amir of the Field", "text": "Lona! He yelled in disbelief. How in the world? \n\nShe looked back at him with a fire in her eyes then quickly turned and continued down the path. Amir looked at the beast stir groggily and knew that Lonas trick hadnt stopped the the beast completely, merely slowed it down. He stood up gingerly and took off after Lona. After a few moments he stopped to catch his breath. \n\nWhew! Lona that was incredible! I didnt know you had that in you girl. and just as he started to feel good about their situation he heard a rumbling in the distance. Fuckin hell he thought. \n\nLets go! He shouted as he began to run through the forest getting closer to the village. He was moving swiftly but he could hear the beast gaining on them. He realized it didnt matter how fast he went, he wouldnt be able shake the beast. He only had one option left, and it wasnt a  good onehe had to climb up, get elevated and pray he could lose the beast in the thin branches high in the trees. Lona was already a step ahead, she darted towards a healthy Venusian Pine Tree and began to climb, her light guiding Amirs path. Amir was quick on her heels, he was a skilled climber, hands and feet nimbly scaling the tree up to the thinnest branches. The Wildcat was close behind, branches snapping in its wake. \n\nKeep going Lona, he wont be able to get you at the top. Go, go!"}
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{"id": "b284a078-7422-470f-b78b-7a428a8a9afe-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-30T03:13:27.724", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZemUoUu2pdxvqAKuQYWXqXpHDFza6iPPYLBFdTDBKaP7", "txHash": "0xdde472ce7d6d4f6b59daf1307a0e955f86f033596fe2d5621d16618cb1adb09b", "createdAtBlock": 16294824, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 148, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPE1ZPm8NN1BkoQ25JNRe2GSawAnFwGQpnVJyiXx7yWKx", "name": "Void Disciple Aamon of the Quantum Downs", "text": "A dead rat.\n\n\n\nHow and when the rat died, unknown. Whose rat? The Hag's. Where is the Hag? 'Behind me.'\n\nAamon whipped his head almost fully backwards. He faced The Hag... and then she was gone. \n\nAamon was perplexed, 'how could she have harnessed the magic needed to perform such a feat', he thought. 'After all, she was just a village Hag, nothing special. Was she the one who gave me that goddamn letter? No... couldn't be. Then, how the f-'\n\nAamon's thoughts were interrupted as he felt the sudden urge to vomit. He fell onto he knees. He grasped his chest, as if he was having a heart attack. His vision blurred. He saw a shadowy black figure. It spoke to him strange things, which he could not understand. His heart raced and pain built up in his chest. It grew. Tears rolled down his face. He curled into the fetal position and began to scream. He now felt as though he was on fire. His screams grew louder, and louder... then silence. And black. \n\nAamon awoke several days later. He was in a pool of cold water. He got up from the ground onto his feet. Around him was crumbling stone. In front of him, a wooden door. It was locked. There was light streaming in from a small window in the room. It was covered with iron bars. Aamon peaked outside.\n\n\"Shit!\", he recognized the surrounding area. He was in the red wizard's dungeons. The Bounty Hunters got him."}
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{"id": "988c4947-81f8-4249-a0c2-62a1bac72730-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-19T18:02:43.697", "backgroundColor": "#023e1d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcY96cAop6Sbga1UYJuUKqGCt5mAkDUEDjM1feaJ4mnWw", "txHash": "0x755ff8174f068dcbabdf9b398c21d07571f4ca5129c3adb07e1badf4f60aa6b9", "createdAtBlock": 16664287, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 437, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Atom the Outstanding", "text": "# A Helping of Fried Mushrooms (and a Blessing Too) \n\nToday would turn out to be quite the special day for @pony27 and her brother Atom! These two beautiful ponies finally reached the age where they would receive their blessings from the local healer, @wizard3676.\n\nShe was a kind and loving swamp witch who blessed every Elysian foal, regardless of their journeys in life. This blessing would bestow upon them long life, exceptional health and good luck, and most importantly, give the ponies a chance to get some of the healers world famous fried mushrooms!\n\nThe two foals would be trusted to travel by themselves to and from the healers hut, which was some distance away, located in the midlands of the Fey. This would be their biggest adventure yet!\n\nThe morning came and went as the two ponies were prepped by their riders, Danny and Sammy, who made more than sure that they would have every possible need covered.\n\nOk, I think you two are all set! Danny said, dusting his hands off on his pants, and looking on with pride at the ponies all geared up. Ugh, I hope theyll be ok. Are you sure we packed everything? A small bit of panic washed over his face.\n\nDont worry, Sam said, its not a very long trip, and you know Enigma will be watching them. Relax and try to enjoy a couple of days of quiet! \n\nThe boys finished packing up the ponies, kissed them on their foreheads and led them to the path that would take them straight to the healer's hut.\n\nNow remember, stick together, dont talk to strangers, and have fun!! Sam said, with a wave, encouraging the ponies to begin their adventure. The two ponies strode out of town and down the wooded path."}
{"id": "988c4947-81f8-4249-a0c2-62a1bac72730-1", "createdAt": "2023-02-19T18:02:43.697", "backgroundColor": "#023e1d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcY96cAop6Sbga1UYJuUKqGCt5mAkDUEDjM1feaJ4mnWw", "txHash": "0x755ff8174f068dcbabdf9b398c21d07571f4ca5129c3adb07e1badf4f60aa6b9", "createdAtBlock": 16664287, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 437, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Atom the Outstanding", "text": "While the ponies couldnt speak like their riders, they could talk to each other through their own special bond. \n\nAs they trotted, Atom turned to Penelope and thought, I cant wait for those fried mushrooms! Ive heard theyre the best in all the Runiverse!\n\nPenelope snorted with joy. You and your love for food! Dont forget, were also getting our blessings from Enigma. Thats the most important thing. We only get one chance at this, so we cant mess it up!!\n\nAtom rolled his big brown eyes. Right, right, I know! But a ponys gotta eat too! And as if on queue, his belly rumbled so loudly even Penelope could hear it.\n\nThe two burst into giggles as they continued to banter lovingly back and forth.\n\nThey walked for a while longer, the shade from the trees protecting them from the glaring sun and the birds singing in the trees. The path twisted and turned, but the ponies never once wavered in their determination to reach Enigmas hut!\n\nFinally, after what felt like hours, they arrived at the small clearing where Enigma lived. The smell of fried mushrooms filled the ponies' nostrils as they got closer. Her hut, tiny but tidy, was made of woven reeds and twigs, and thick smoke billowed from the chimney.\n\nEnigma was waiting for them outside with a big grin plastered on her face. Hello, new besties! Ive been expecting you!! Come give me a big hug!! she said, as they galloped even quicker right into the swamp witchs open arms.\n\nThe ponies nuzzled into her, feeling a sense of comfort and love wash over them. Enigma murmured some words in a language they didnt understand, and kissed each pony on the top of the head."}
{"id": "988c4947-81f8-4249-a0c2-62a1bac72730-2", "createdAt": "2023-02-19T18:02:43.697", "backgroundColor": "#023e1d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcY96cAop6Sbga1UYJuUKqGCt5mAkDUEDjM1feaJ4mnWw", "txHash": "0x755ff8174f068dcbabdf9b398c21d07571f4ca5129c3adb07e1badf4f60aa6b9", "createdAtBlock": 16664287, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 437, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Atom the Outstanding", "text": "Now, whos hungry? she asked with a smile. Ive got some fresh fried mushrooms for you.\n\nWhen do we get our blessing?? Penelope asked, sounding a bit stressed.\n\nOh sweety, just now, when we hugged! She said, beaming at the ponies. Now, who wants a snack??\n\nAtom literally leaped with joy, and Penelope, finally realizing she was blessed, joined her brother in celebrating. Afterwards, they feasted on the delicious mushrooms, feeling grateful for the blessing and the special treat.\n\nAs the sun began to set, Enigma escorted them back to the path that would take them home. Be safe, besties, and remember, you now have my blessing. Ill always be watching, and if you ever need me, Ill know! The swamp witch said, giving the ponies one last hug, and waving them off.\n\nThe ponies walked back home, their bellies full of food and their hearts full of  love. They spent the entire evening giddily chatting between themselves, convinced they could feel the blessing, and arguing who was now stronger than who.\n\nThe two would return home safe and sound, and would go on to be quite special indeed."}
{"id": "051feb22-ad07-4673-9cda-7ce2362bbc63-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:22.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPN9DcQ4WVe1gwDpek8m23E7xvkoBUtNnxqyukiZyK4TQ", "txHash": "0x8722f17fda30002d5058a09136e114d637b654897a325451ce6f993015076aea", "createdAtBlock": 14085661, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8522, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Fumiko of the Hills", "text": "Fumiko Entry 1:\n\nFumiko enjoys walking in the darkness of the thick forest. As far back as she can remember, darkness was her place of comfort. It is simply beautiful. The cold, the calm, the peace of night. The moon, the stars, the clouds in the sky. The beauty of a place exists as much during the night as much as it does during the day (probably even more during the night in Fumikos opinion). The forest ecosystem at night is every bit just as full of activity during the day. A different kind of life in the forest stirs when the sun sets, not bad, not good, just different. Nothing in the natural environment of the night signals anything more dangerous than the same natural environment of the day. There is a natural order of hierarchy: producers, consumers and predators in the food chain, high or low in the food chain, regardless if it was day or night.\n\nIn Fumikos younger days, her friends always wanted to play in the bright sunshine. She would join them but she always got tired quickly. The sunlight drained her stamina and the perspiration made her feel icky.  She preferred adventures at night but her friends were always terrified and never wanted to stay out late. Her favorite color was black and that came through her dressings. She found herself to be more alive during the night hours: more energy, more focused, more creative, more effective in whatever she was doing. For many of her younger years, Fumiko will stay up late into the night and continue into the next day with little sleep to accommodate the normal life routines. However, she gradually got tired of that and allowed herself to sync to what seemed to be a more natural body clock for her."}
{"id": "051feb22-ad07-4673-9cda-7ce2362bbc63-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:22.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPN9DcQ4WVe1gwDpek8m23E7xvkoBUtNnxqyukiZyK4TQ", "txHash": "0x8722f17fda30002d5058a09136e114d637b654897a325451ce6f993015076aea", "createdAtBlock": 14085661, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8522, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Fumiko of the Hills", "text": "Many say that Fumiko has a talent for the Dark Arts. She could rapidly grasp the concepts of the Dark Arts and apply them with such ease. There was an elegance and sophistication to her dark magic. Her spells seemed to effortlessly flow out of her. Fumiko has a different assessment of herself: she merely has a different perspective on dark magic and not that she is magically talented. It was the sub-conscious paradigms about what white magic (aka true Magic) should be that placed mental blocks on their ability in the Dark Arts. \nThere was a misconception that white magic, or just simply Magic, was good while the Dark Arts were bad. Magic is just magic, there is white magic and there is dark magic. Just like there is a Sun and there is a Moon. Just like there are livings that roam during the day, there are living things that roam during the night. Just like the normal temperature during the day is warmer, the normal temperature at night is colder. Opposites exist for there to be balance in the world!\n\nThe Dark Arts behave in an opposite manner and therefore require an opposite perspective (its not a wrong perspective). Livestock are bred with the sole intent for slaughtering them for food or used as tools. Undead creatures are raised for specific purposes as well. Just like there is life in the living form, and there is also life in the afterlife. White magic can be limited by the physical world and scientific principles. For example, white magic can produce fire without firewood or a spark but is still limited to requiring air for fuel to burn. In contrast, Fumiko can start a Ghoul Fire (because of its greenish glow) in underwater because dark magic does not face that same limitation. That is also why the Dark Arts can seem to be more impossible and the fear of the unknown only grows."}
{"id": "e4ce7ba7-402a-43fe-a559-eb5d341ada19-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-19T20:47:16.028", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTysLoivHTeDeka4YTtxsTCSMT2mNNp1HYorUCfoe2k9", "txHash": "0xc24bf3f534423334bfa2bf1dc5a5c1c676504a6c96fe1bd42864e9ae6d8e2f7d", "createdAtBlock": 16665102, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7812, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "George Terror of the Dawn", "text": "In the distant world of the Runiverse, a place of endless adventure and peril, there was a legendary warrior known as George Terror of the Dawn. With his blue hair that shone like the morning sky, and his mighty axe that he wielded with deadly precision, George was feared and respected by all who crossed his path.\n\nGeorge was born into a family of proud warriors, and from a young age, he trained relentlessly in the art of combat. As he grew stronger and more skilled, George knew that his destiny lay in defending the land he loved, no matter what the cost.\n\nOne day, as George was on his way to a village to aid in a battle against a vicious horde of monsters, he stumbled upon a young pig in distress. The pig, who he later named Steve, was being attacked by a group of bandits who were planning to use him as a sacrifice to an evil deity.\n\nGeorge was moved by the little pig's plight and quickly leapt into action, his axe cleaving through the bandits with ease. From that day forward, Steve became George's loyal companion, following him on his adventures and fighting by his side.\n\nTogether, they traveled throughout the Runiverse, battling hordes of monsters, helping those in need, and protecting the land from any who would seek to harm it. George's blue hair and imposing presence struck fear into the hearts of his enemies, and his axe was a deadly weapon that few could stand against.\n\nDespite the dangers he faced, George never wavered in his dedication to his homeland. He was a fierce protector of all that was good and just, and his name became synonymous with bravery and valor.\n\nEventually, George retired from active duty, but his legend lived on. His name was passed down from generation to generation as a symbol of hope and strength, and his memory was honored by the people of the Runiverse for centuries to come."}
{"id": "499a6356-4ab3-4ffc-b6d0-55e4fcf06115-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-30T14:58:51.675", "backgroundColor": "#211600", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXVW6ggP4M7oiLv4WTkR3ytYB49WwssMzJdGnxRV7WQFC", "txHash": "0x5d0f7bf75c9a4406216a93d531ad43d5e3161a51751718f511386a555fc7d9e8", "createdAtBlock": 16298379, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6905, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS6MCe82SwRSjjrB93jxHqpGSJgcxA1FeRePxP4ZtbiAe", "name": "Sorcerer Soya of the Wild", "text": "# Sorcerer Soya of the Wild's Runes TCG Collection\n\nAn avid gamer and Runes TCG player, Soya has taken it upon himself to collect every released card which he keeps in his Book of Magic.\n\n\n\n## Goblin Bandit\n\n\n\n> Goblin bandits... Just armed enough to be dangerous, but incompetent enough where they can be dealt with by anyone who is mildly prepared. To their credit at least they are very aware of this limitation & therefore are very opportunitistic regarding who they target as their victims.\n\n## Swamp Bullfrog\n\n\n\n> *ribbit* wagmi *ribbit*\n\n## Eager Apprentice\n\n\n\n> All mages have to start somewhere in their learning. No matter what tower, citadel, keep, haven a mage is from - you'll find eager minds soaking up ancient text & exploring the wonderful world of magic and lore. Bright eyed and bushy tailed - even the saltiest old wizard can't help but smirk when they are confronted by the youthful energy of an apprentice.\n\n## Muush\n\n\n\n> A species of mushrooms that have become animated. The original Muush was growing close to an alchemist's lab in Hedge Wizard Wood when an experiment caused some Wild Growth potion to seep into the surrounding area. The original Muush was able to propagate more animated mushrooms, thus leading to a totally new species.\n\n## Thopter\n\n\n\n> The most basic trinket, it's a Blue Mage's first assignment in engineering school. Thopters aren't particularly useful for anything, but if they're imbued with a bit of magic they are able to perform basic tasks such as hanging clothes or pestering yougner siblings.\n\n## Emerald Slime"}
{"id": "499a6356-4ab3-4ffc-b6d0-55e4fcf06115-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-30T14:58:51.675", "backgroundColor": "#211600", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXVW6ggP4M7oiLv4WTkR3ytYB49WwssMzJdGnxRV7WQFC", "txHash": "0x5d0f7bf75c9a4406216a93d531ad43d5e3161a51751718f511386a555fc7d9e8", "createdAtBlock": 16298379, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6905, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS6MCe82SwRSjjrB93jxHqpGSJgcxA1FeRePxP4ZtbiAe", "name": "Sorcerer Soya of the Wild", "text": "## Emerald Slime\n\n\n\n> One of the most common wizard familiars, Emerald Slimes are happy creatures that are perfect for beginning mages. Don't be fooled by their doughy physique though - the reason they are good beginner familiars is more due to their easy disposition and trainability, not their lack of ability. The slime that makes up their body is one of the more potent and oldest magical substances that is known to exist on the continent.\n\n## Kobold Heckler\n\n\n\n> \"He lost his eye when a tavern cricket hopped on his face & he tried to stab it with a fork. Please don't be intimidated by him.\" - Tavern Barkeep\n\n## Chronomeer\n\n\n\n> Chronomeers are furry little critters that live around places in the Land of Forgotten Runes where time & space warp. They have an acute sense of this boundary & where the lines start to blur, and and cross this boundary as a means to escape predators. This means that they are often not seen around popular civilization aside from Chronomancer's Riviera, where enough chronomancers gather to give them safe haven.\n\n## Specter\n\n\n\n> Some say that a group of wizards in a special guild were tasked by the gods with the creation of the sky, land, water, and beyond and all that inhabit them. These wizards gave us magic, mysteries, and jelly donuts. There are specters that roam the land and are thought to resemble the High Priest and Master of Ceremony of the guild.\n\n## Alchemist's Tifly"}
{"id": "499a6356-4ab3-4ffc-b6d0-55e4fcf06115-2", "createdAt": "2022-12-30T14:58:51.675", "backgroundColor": "#211600", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXVW6ggP4M7oiLv4WTkR3ytYB49WwssMzJdGnxRV7WQFC", "txHash": "0x5d0f7bf75c9a4406216a93d531ad43d5e3161a51751718f511386a555fc7d9e8", "createdAtBlock": 16298379, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6905, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS6MCe82SwRSjjrB93jxHqpGSJgcxA1FeRePxP4ZtbiAe", "name": "Sorcerer Soya of the Wild", "text": "## Alchemist's Tifly\n\n\n\n> Alchemist's Tifly are a species of the Tifly bird specific to The Alchemist's Archipelago. Tifly are very popular amongst alchemists since their eggs contain a potent acid that protects the embryo while it's developing, which alchemists harvest once the egg has hatched. What is special about the Alchemist's Tifly is that each island in the archipelago contains Tifly that produce slightly different acid! The theory is that each island presents unique stimuli that warrant differing levels of viscosity, potency, and even chemical composition in order to ward off the predators native to that island.\n\n## Young Kelpie\n\n\n\n> While grown Kelpies are among the most legendary beasts of the Runiverse, the adolescents of the species are known for their outgoing and boisterous demeanor. These rambunctious youth exhibit unparalleled levels of curiousity and mischeviousness. Fishermen of Kelpie's Bay who are caught up in a young Kelpie's frenzy will find themselves at the center of attention whether they like it or not.\n\n## Dune Mite\n\n\n\n> Native to The Sand, Dune Mites are pesky little bugs that love to eat the cloth of travelers. This makes for very hot treks through the desert if you haven't brought your mite repellent & they're able to get to your hat!"}
{"id": "a576f4de-4f3b-4e9a-a3f9-451dac96173c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:18.926", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY3FL18766FTZctUQL3Ht5Kt7D9rZYuEci67ynjVjdk5W", "txHash": "0x4c72f83b066bf6b7a9f00b90fb5ded7d22de9f349dee9090b6f76a00349d4a0a", "createdAtBlock": 14083014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7797, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Adrienne of the Isle", "text": "This is part #2 of this story. To read the first part, head to @wizard1228\n\n*Shaman Adrienne of the Isle*\n\nThe waves lightly crashed against the rocks, sending a soft salty mist into the air. Adrienne sat calmly next to Kattu, holding a long rod, waiting for a bite. It was the life she had desired since leaving the old home in the valley  a peaceful, calm existence with routine and great company. Her desire to be near water was something not understood by the rest of her family, and she though that was what had caused the rift. Either way, she was here now, and was happy, even though there was still a scar deep inside from that fateful night.\n\nHer mind wandered, as it usually did in these peaceful moments to her conversation with Gunter the Wise earlier. Gunter was a short, stout man who many on the Isle came to for advice. He had been here longer than even Aldo himself, and no one quite knew where he had come from. No one dared ask what ethnicity he was  that was viewed as taboo and would likely get one smitten immediately from none other than Gunters parrot which sat upon his broad shoulder and was nearly as tall as Gunter himself. Gunter was always talkative and had taken a liking to Adrienne when she first arrived at Aldos Isle. He found it fascinating that she had left a family of four sisters with a loving father to live alone on an island and asked her daily about her childhood with nary a response from Adrienne. This day was not like the rest, however. He was aloof and seemed to have no interest in speaking with Adrienne at any length as any sort of conversation attempt was met with a hrumph."}
{"id": "a576f4de-4f3b-4e9a-a3f9-451dac96173c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:18.926", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY3FL18766FTZctUQL3Ht5Kt7D9rZYuEci67ynjVjdk5W", "txHash": "0x4c72f83b066bf6b7a9f00b90fb5ded7d22de9f349dee9090b6f76a00349d4a0a", "createdAtBlock": 14083014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7797, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Adrienne of the Isle", "text": "It must have been hours she sat there thinking, as no fish were biting on this day, and she was startled out of her daydream by a tap on the shoulder. How dare someone disturb me now, especially when I am in the middle of the daily hunt she mumbled to herself as she turned to see a strange, but familiar face looking at her.\n\nGood afternoon, sister, said the face as Adrienne strained to think about who it could be. It had been years since she had seen her family, and she was stunned at the word sister as she thought she had made it painfully clear she never wanted to see them again. Deep in her heart, a warm feeling began but her instinct was to not let it show.\n\nWhat are you doing here, and how did you get on this isle?. Adrienne said, barely remembering Astrid as a child and struggling to accept the fact that her baby sister was now a young adult.\n\nOn the wind, Adrienne, Ive learned to  \n\nStop. Tell me why you have come. I was very clear to father that none of you were to come find me, and I took care to hide my location from even him when I left. Adrienne said coldly.\n\nAstrid was taken aback. She had only heard stories about Adriennes bravery and loyalty from her father and was too young when her sister left to remember anything else. Her opinion of her sister was a glowing one, and to hear her speak rudely and not open an embrace was almost like daggers into her heart. Perhaps it was the optimist in Astrid that left her so vulnerable to pain, or perhaps it was her father that had shielded her from pain after the family had splintered, but either way, the greeting Astrid received, and the disappearance of her father was enough for her to break down in tears."}
{"id": "a576f4de-4f3b-4e9a-a3f9-451dac96173c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:18.926", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY3FL18766FTZctUQL3Ht5Kt7D9rZYuEci67ynjVjdk5W", "txHash": "0x4c72f83b066bf6b7a9f00b90fb5ded7d22de9f349dee9090b6f76a00349d4a0a", "createdAtBlock": 14083014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7797, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Adrienne of the Isle", "text": "Father *sob* is *sob* gone. Astrid was able to make out in between the water pouring from her eyes and her choked up throat.\n\nAdrienne felt a little bit guilty inside, but her childhood instinct came back to her, and a little voice inside implored her to show no weakness. The mere thought of what could have happened to her father kept her attention, however.\n\nCome, Adrienne said. I will take you to my shack near town. There you can tell me the real reason as to why you have come here.\n\nAdrienne picked up her pail that she was using to collect her fish  it was empty. She normally had a dozen or so at this point, and between the daydreaming and Astrids arrival, she did not even realize that the pail had collected no sustenance. An ominous feeling suddenly draped her in fear, and her steps moved a little bit faster moving back to the shack.\n\nClose to the end, Adrienne nearly broke out in a run, but it was childs play for Astrid to keep up. Astrid was always the fast one, nimbler than the other sisters, and if it wasnt for the short shadow of Gunter near the shack, the sisters may have performed a friendly competition like old times.\n\nAh, there you are, Gunter said quizzically, And who might this be? She needs to leave.\n\nAdrienne was somewhat hurt. She had only been just reacquainted with blood, and despite her cold demeanor, her heart was warming a bit. Someone she respected and looked up to ending a relationship that had not even begun was another jarring emotion she was not prepared to deal with at this moment. Normally a reserved person, she offered up nearly more information unsolicited to Gunter than he had been able to pry out of her on her days on the island."}
{"id": "a576f4de-4f3b-4e9a-a3f9-451dac96173c-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:18.926", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY3FL18766FTZctUQL3Ht5Kt7D9rZYuEci67ynjVjdk5W", "txHash": "0x4c72f83b066bf6b7a9f00b90fb5ded7d22de9f349dee9090b6f76a00349d4a0a", "createdAtBlock": 14083014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7797, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Adrienne of the Isle", "text": "This is my baby sister I left alone, she managed to find me despite my attempts to remain hidden to let me know that our father had disappeared. She will stay.\n\nHmm. So be it. Gunter said as he opened the door to Adriennes shack. Come, we must talk.\n\nThe three sat down and Gunter pulled a scroll from his pocket. Astrid saw a wax insignia and shouted, That is Merlins mark!\n\nYes child, I received this directly from the Council of Thirteen. Gunter solemnly said.\n\nAdrienne was astounded  she had heard her father mention the Council a couple of times, and knew they were involved in many dealings of wizards around the world. Even crazier to her was the fact that her young sister knew the mark was from Merlin. The room started to spin for her  she had taken such care to remove herself from the trials of life, only to find out that Gunter had a direct connection to one of the most powerful wizard organizations in the Runiverse.\n\nGunter continued. The scroll speaks of a warning. An immense magical pulse was detected just north of the Blue Wizard Bastion. It seems to have subsided for now, however multiple livestock have gone missing in the last few days. The council would request each region be placed on guard, with wizards and warriors ready to travel to assist if need be.\n\nAstrid spoke up and described the case of her fathers disappearance and the mysterious figure that had spoken to him before he vanished. Adrienne, despite her perfect tranquil life being destroyed that she had so dutifully created, knew she must help. She agreed to accompany Astrid on the journey to find their father, and as the conversation was wrapping up, Gunter chimed in,"}
{"id": "a576f4de-4f3b-4e9a-a3f9-451dac96173c-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:18.926", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY3FL18766FTZctUQL3Ht5Kt7D9rZYuEci67ynjVjdk5W", "txHash": "0x4c72f83b066bf6b7a9f00b90fb5ded7d22de9f349dee9090b6f76a00349d4a0a", "createdAtBlock": 14083014, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7797, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Adrienne of the Isle", "text": "Before you leave, Adrienne, there is something you must know. Your father met with me before you arrived here on the isle. He knew this is the spot you would choose and handed me this feather. He told me to only give it to you when absolutely necessary  I believe that time is now. The figure you speak of Astrid is a Darkling. I have only heard of such in stories and lore in the past. If Darklings are making themselves apparent to regular folk, evil must really be upon us.\n\nAs Gunter was finishing up his sentence, Kattu began to growl at the door and the hair on his back stood straight up. The trio had been speaking for such an extended period, none of them had noticed the brightness of the day fade to pitch black. The waves from afar could be heard crashing hard on the rocks now, despite no apparent wind  the few trees between the shack and the shore were stationary. Gunter slowly stood up and instructed the girls to stay back. The portly fellow opened the door, and a rush of thick darkness began to enter into the room almost similar to thick smoke. As the darkness took hold, parts of Adriennes shack began to crumble and fall. Gunter began to chant loudly, which pushed the miasma back for a moment. He stopped for a moment to shout to the sisters paralyzed by fear, GO, YOU BUFFOONS."}
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{"id": "aacce06e-769b-4047-88ce-cab36484b7b9-0", "createdAt": "2022-12-31T00:24:28.035", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTBwpVRjW5t3P44NZnRPYwP44PtX4tS3WPGFwn1WD4k2u", "txHash": "0x7514e7de99665965393f73965139e53ee0fa322f75626cc8be358e8f8228cfdd", "createdAtBlock": 16301145, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "# Ceremony & Sacrament / Sound & Vibration\n\nAs the Master of Ceremonial Sacrament handed Reza the icy cold glass sphere...he said with glee \"After you have completed your transition time and space will be much less a *hindrance*...you'll see!\" \n\nTo say Reza was nervous was an understatement. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply through his nose. It smelled of damp stone, burning torches and ancient waters...a very distinct mlange. They must be in one of numerous rooms deep within the catacombs, he had been there before but only in the shallowest of entry walkways...never this **deep**...the air was *thick* and *cold*.\n\n'Is this really happening?' Reza thought for just a pause.\n\nEver since falling out of the sky and smack into the middle of the Runiverse, Reza's been preparing for this day....many years have past since the day Cyrus had saved his life and brought him to Dream Master Lake.\n\n\"The ceremony & sacrament...even the experience, are said to be different for all. Of course, I've never acted as the ceremonial Master....so I can't say for sure. What I do know is that I've given you what you need. No more, no less.\"\n\nReza got the courage to look up...\n\nIt was unclear whether it was just the two of them or if other Dream Masters and Dream Knights were there as they had been incased in a sort of opaque plasma bubble. But the room, hall or arena that they stood in *felt* crowded, very crowded. Enough vibes *cause* a very specific kind of pressure.  Reza gazed all around, inspecting the *very* impressive spell they were now encased in. Never had he seen this magic before...Dream Masters keep much of their more *peculiar* powers hidden from others."}
{"id": "aacce06e-769b-4047-88ce-cab36484b7b9-1", "createdAt": "2022-12-31T00:24:28.035", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTBwpVRjW5t3P44NZnRPYwP44PtX4tS3WPGFwn1WD4k2u", "txHash": "0x7514e7de99665965393f73965139e53ee0fa322f75626cc8be358e8f8228cfdd", "createdAtBlock": 16301145, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "\"I-is *Cyrus* here?\" Reza implored...\n\n\"He is right where he needs to be, just like you are where you need to be! Now take your sacrament and get rid of that ridiculous **armband**!\" Laughed the MC.\n\n'The armband...oh right' thought Reza.\n\nUpon Reza's commitment and undergoing various diagnostics, testing, being poked and prodded...the Dream Masters had fashioned a *special* arm band for their neophyte candidate.\n\n**\"TRAINEE\"** read the armband, which was yellow with black capitalized lettering\n\nIt was only then, when it occurred to him that the armband was a gag, a prank to get Reza to wear a silly handkerchief of caution - like some sort of menace prone to clumsy mayhem. It was not too far off from the truth...\n\nInstantaneously he threw the armband to the ground with grave intent.\n\nThe Master went on \"I will be with you; you will not know of my presence and your experience will be yours alone...but should I detect any trouble or if you are overwhelmed, I will come to your aid. *Be at ease brother*\" \n\nWith that he placed his gloved hand over Reza's and helped him ingest the sacrament.\n\nAs the sacrament was taken Reza a *sound* unlike anything he'd experienced began emanating from the stone floor below. Rising vibration filled the bubble with a singular *\"ohmmmmmmmm\"* almost as if **hundreds** of sapphire singing bowls and diamond didgeridoos were howling in perfect harmony, creating a single note. Endless with layers, the note held a depth so great that the vibration became **tangible**."}
{"id": "aacce06e-769b-4047-88ce-cab36484b7b9-2", "createdAt": "2022-12-31T00:24:28.035", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTBwpVRjW5t3P44NZnRPYwP44PtX4tS3WPGFwn1WD4k2u", "txHash": "0x7514e7de99665965393f73965139e53ee0fa322f75626cc8be358e8f8228cfdd", "createdAtBlock": 16301145, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "Molecules from nowhere organized themselves into something completely transparent and, yet, completely *known*. It was a *rushing* river of air, spontaneously raging at arm's length. The note encapsulated him and tickled the back of his neck, ears and the tip of his nose...\n\nThe Master now communicating telepathically: \n>\"Go on and discover the *Dream World* it is our domain, but **we do not own it**, it is a place **infinite awe** and the **core of our existence**. Your training does not entail any study of this because it cannot be taught or described, only **experienced**. \n\n> Let the vibration dissolve you. Let it take you. Let it transform you.\n\n> *\"Oooooooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm\"*\n\nThe sound and vibration must have lifted Reza from off the floor....it was the last thing he remembered. The feeling of pressure being relieved from the soles of his feet and the perspective of being no less than three feet off the stone floor.\n\n*Reza was fully, unmistakably entranced.*\n\nReza's purely physical existence was vibrationally vaporized, his body gone in an instant....and he found his consciousness *engulfed* in the purest, brightest *white* light all around...and it was *dead* silent. Somehow he knew what happened, at least *partially*...he wasn't taken or manipulated by the vibration...he *was* the vibration...\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n                                          -BRN 12.20.22"}
{"id": "44215751-ca60-45ce-926c-707ffc8f21fa-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-20T21:36:17.271", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfF7kWvHw7XiftEmm6Z4vKUQ69Cyvyayyv5gFaLEs8gAA", "txHash": "0xe411ebd9a4431020b30ac34c4c7a7e9bbc94f64a96aa25f7b2ccfdf10ba4b53a", "createdAtBlock": 16673735, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3963, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud", "text": "###  Remus. (n.d.). *Scrolls of Recording* (vol. ii, ch. vii, damaged* scroll Iii). Calista Research Labs.\n####\n####\n>*Lab records indicate that as soon as it was unfurled, an unintelligible babble in Remus voice was magically uttered by the scroll itself. As soon as this preamble of speech finished, the corresponding text consumed itself and left only the bottom half of the record intact. No publication date is included (\"n.d.\"), suggesting that this scroll may be older or historical. \n\n\n...\n\nHwt do ye, fter min flsch eynd min blod ws trned deost?\n\nGode dagas, mir. We hfdon heard se ye waeron brnt se godcund flm.\n\nSwa hit is. But min swol ws rred, eynd min nu wre ealra swol. Ac ic hbbe wid me min dodo fugel famiglian y min swol nre. Ic hbbe na hat. Ac min lof beth min ic deth cld, r t swa manig swol nre.\n\nYe said somesuting about ye hat? Hwt be ye meaned by se?\n\nHwt, ge nystan na? Wizs eynd min heore ilk be set urh se hew of heore hat. Gebeorscipas gegaderian r eynd min sodolice beth in cneowum.\n\nHit seemeth t ye habbeth micel witan. Hwt else can ge tellan us?\n\nrest, ic can tellan ye t urh isse woruld, manega cwealmfulle ing beon ldende. Yfele beon ealle ymb us, eynd min monige mid fryldum eynd min searoon hweorfa."}
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{"id": "02196a60-edfb-4176-bb54-b8e3eb133a8d-9", "createdAt": "2023-01-01T01:44:54.245", "backgroundColor": "#f3f2ec", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeypJr8BJs83SQuHzaSSrBNmMXQeYmAsHkFsxvJGbYtDJ", "txHash": "0xff131e2ae6d6de7b10b95d8fc34d44292683a21853205dd112c656c8ba641b91", "createdAtBlock": 16308711, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": ">\n>\n> A plume of smoke curled from the rubble. A small figure flickered. Where there had been death, a wizard flitted in and out of life atop the cracked stone. Solidifying into the form of Iprix, the archmagus lay curled into a ball, eyes squeezed shut as if to block out life itself. Slowly, his eyes began to flicker.\n>\n>\n> A cry rang out overhead. Startled, Iprix stumbled and fell. Trying to focus his eyes on what flew above, he called out for his familiar.\n>\n>\n> With a screech, Leo slid to a halt on the rocks, his talons carving lines in the stone. Hopping madly, he assessed the archmagus.\n>\n>\n> No, no, I'm alright.\n>\n>\n> Hop. Hop. Hop hop hop.\n>\n>\n> No, Leo - I'm alright. I'm alright...\n>\n>\n> He shut his eyes again, head in his hands.\n>\n>\n> I'm alright.\n>\n>\n> Reopening them, he addressed the bird.\n>\n>\n> Ekmira.\n>\n>\n> Hop.\n>\n>\n> Leo, do you know where she is?\n>\n>\n> Hop hop.\n>\n>\n> Screeeeeeeee scccreeeeeeee\n>\n>\n> Leo etched lines into the rock, winding this way and that. Cocking his head at the wizard, Leo looked at him inquisitively.\n>\n>\n> Yes, I know it.\n>\n>\n> He peered over the chasm in the rocks.\n>\n>\n> It's the labyrinth.\n>\n>\n> Hop hop hop.\n>\n>\n> We have to get her out.\n>\n>\n> Looking around, Iprix's gaze fell upon another figure nearby. Still, and not pretty. The henchmen had fared worse than Iprix for his mistake.\n>\n>\n> Fly ahead. Let's go."}
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{"id": "02196a60-edfb-4176-bb54-b8e3eb133a8d-11", "createdAt": "2023-01-01T01:44:54.245", "backgroundColor": "#f3f2ec", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeypJr8BJs83SQuHzaSSrBNmMXQeYmAsHkFsxvJGbYtDJ", "txHash": "0xff131e2ae6d6de7b10b95d8fc34d44292683a21853205dd112c656c8ba641b91", "createdAtBlock": 16308711, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": ">\n> Tak!\n>\n>\n> Tik tak.\n>\n>\n> Click clack.\n>\n>\n> The pieces clinked across the chess board as Leo and Iprix sat across from one another in the tower.\n>\n>\n> Rats! No, Leo, you ...how did you do that?\n>\n>\n> Hop hop hop hop hop.\n>\n>\n> I think youre cheating.\n>\n>\n> The hopping stopped as Leo cocked an eye up at the wizard.\n>\n>\n> Ok! Ok...youre not cheating. But I just\n>\n>\n> Hop hop hop hop hop hop hop\n>\n> Iprixs king shook as it faced down Leos queen in check.\n>\n>\n> At once the door burst open, swirling snow and wind indoors as Ekmira slammed the door shut against the cold.\n>\n>\n> Whew! Its getting rough out there.\n>\n>\n> Iprix stood to greet her.\n>\n>\n> Ah! Yes, it certainly is! Good that you came back when you did  ow!\n>\n>\n> Iprix yanked his hand away from Leos beak, his familiar giving him a reprimanding look.\n>\n>\n> Wha, I didnt move it! It was there -\n>\n>\n> Iprixs king huddled behind his hand.\n>\n>\n> Anyway Ekmiras here -\n>\n>\n> He rushed to meet her at the door, taking her snow-covered cloak.\n>\n>\n> Leo beating you at chess again?\n>\n>\n> Honestly! I dont know how he does it. I think you arrived just in time.\n>\n>"}
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{"id": "0478b5b7-ad8e-44d9-8176-1fbffe7fb52f-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-22T21:11:52.762", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNbYgwnTajB2k472z2F958ZxwLwyBd3XpLDUmJYMhnMBL", "txHash": "0xc3070a2eab554401ad0dc901114906acfa69e90830bb99d99038f2ecc3c1d68f", "createdAtBlock": 16686562, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1345, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbenZ67roVZxMa5iy3L3YsBGzELVUMCih1T9aHTsdVNXC", "name": "Transmuter Peppy of the Realm", "text": "# The New Beginning\n\nAfter an enormous amount of Kobold Aid dreamed of his birth as The Smelly Thing. All memelords of the Runiverse  gathered around for the celebration.  \n\n\n\n> \"I can feel it from here\"   \n> *the memelord in the red hoody*\n\n# Distractions\nOn a typical day Peppy just can't resist the smell of a good poopy\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:"}
{"id": "f4356f1e-1608-4d01-81c7-5a892c220089-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-02T02:55:50.763", "backgroundColor": "#23003b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZfwqQTGCQUpuHRxdEtaKQ9ehfGoRjRRrSJuyWE6krTT", "txHash": "0x959d2bd02a769e96370ef0198326f5ab698dec055a901197e5144641b4ee8f8b", "createdAtBlock": 16316239, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 466, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYT4Epab872DX2WJMZTUJpGTq5vcPwQWAVbtnBPHvjJSS", "name": "Druid Faiz of Arcadia", "text": "# A Runiversal Divergence \nLights flash, illuminating the darkness and the people moving all around me. Beats pulsate through the air. The air is humid, but my movements keep it flowing. I move with the beat, using every part of my body to move, while playing off the movements of the others. It is a moment of individual expression, but also harmony with the others sharing this space. \n\n\n\nThe music crescendos towards a climactic moment, and everybody gets even more animated, although wed already been dancing hard. And then, as we get to the peak of the song\n\n---\n\nI start, suddenly awake. I am sitting by a window, at one of my safe houses scattered throughout the Runiverse. That was strange. Very strange. I rarely sleep these days, in my current form. It is so rare, in fact, that I dont even have beds in these hideaways. And to dream well, that is firmly in the domain of my counterpart, @wizard5382. As a dream master, he has all the control over that realm you might expect, and a couple special abilities besides.\n\n\n\nI consider the possibility that he might have sent me this dream. But no - what would be the point? The dream was alien to me, but it felt so real. I suppose there are similar types of activities happening all the time at the Yellow Wizard Haven. But this didnt remind me of that place - it was some place outside of our Realm. But whose experience was it? And why did I dream of it now? \n\nAlthough its been quite a while since I last crossed paths with Ali, I decide that a visit is in order. Id learned not to ignore strange occurrences such as this, even if seemingly random. It is time to return to the Obelisk.\n\n---"}
{"id": "f4356f1e-1608-4d01-81c7-5a892c220089-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-02T02:55:50.763", "backgroundColor": "#23003b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZfwqQTGCQUpuHRxdEtaKQ9ehfGoRjRRrSJuyWE6krTT", "txHash": "0x959d2bd02a769e96370ef0198326f5ab698dec055a901197e5144641b4ee8f8b", "createdAtBlock": 16316239, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 466, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYT4Epab872DX2WJMZTUJpGTq5vcPwQWAVbtnBPHvjJSS", "name": "Druid Faiz of Arcadia", "text": "---\n\nI Travel to just in front of the Great Owl Obelisk first. Through experience, Ive found that it pays to scope out a structure before venturing inside. It leads to fewer surprises.\n\nThe Obelisk stands as it always has, an intricately carved structure towering over the desert. It has persisted over many ages, and served many uses - a monument, a place of information, learning and meditation, a site of untold dark sacraments. Today, it is seemingly abandoned, an ancient relic of Wizards. But not all is as it seems. \n\n\n\nI Travel once more, to a small chamber with no windows or doors within the depths of the Obelisk. There, as expected, is my counterpart - Sorcerer Ali of the Obelisk. He sits in his customary meditation pose, his form flickering, as if hes not totally there. \n\n\n\nBack again, I see, Ali says. He stays motionless as he speaks. The thoughts come into my mind directly - a perk of communicating with your other half, I suppose.\n\nI had a troubling dream. I mindspeak back, emphasizing the last word. Ali will know the significance. \n\nBut instead of showing any signs of concern, Ali merely sighs. Let me guess, you were experiencing someone elses memory? In a location not of this plane?\n\nHow did you know that? Have you been spying? \n\nAli sighs again. Maybe other Dream Masters invade the dreams of others, but those are beneath my interest. He finally moves, turning his hooded head towards me. Just like me, inside the hood isdarkness. A formless void, save for two luminous blue orbs that pass for his eyes. They lock onto my own two yellow ones."}
{"id": "f4356f1e-1608-4d01-81c7-5a892c220089-2", "createdAt": "2023-01-02T02:55:50.763", "backgroundColor": "#23003b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZfwqQTGCQUpuHRxdEtaKQ9ehfGoRjRRrSJuyWE6krTT", "txHash": "0x959d2bd02a769e96370ef0198326f5ab698dec055a901197e5144641b4ee8f8b", "createdAtBlock": 16316239, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 466, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYT4Epab872DX2WJMZTUJpGTq5vcPwQWAVbtnBPHvjJSS", "name": "Druid Faiz of Arcadia", "text": "Ill tell you again just like I told you all the previous times you came in here, times you no longer remember. Those arent dreams; theyre memories, OUR memories. Of times when we used to be one, in a different world. He waited expectantly.\n\nUnwillingly, more memories start to come back to me. Memories that Ali wishes to remember, and I wish to forget. After all, thats what Ali is doing here - remembering. He lives in the past, quite literally. \n\nI see, I say finally. Im sorry to trouble you, but Ill need your help again.\n\nAli nods. Hes been expecting this. Just a moment, and Ill take care of it. Then you can run off and do whatever it is you do out there. And I can go back to what I was doing before you barged in here. \n\nHe extends a hand, and a shimmering aqua-colored energy extends from it and envelops my head. I close my eyes, and within moments the memories fade\n\n\n\nTo be continued..."}
{"id": "92f27c3f-f8b9-4739-9ec8-01ed5c6afd5d-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-25T16:27:06.253", "backgroundColor": "#cfc264", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZFfPfCpwYpMoBHhJnK1HdC7xjMx4A39izvFdJXq5qJjh", "txHash": "0xb49629b841f7c9b92d307e3dc70363c73e1c04fe8992d57baffd9a91b73e338c", "createdAtBlock": 16706472, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 466, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXqte2brdpDMQVvqhnURcAm3FgU49wwnuFjV4bcw7XbRz", "name": "Druid Faiz of Arcadia", "text": "# A Cosmic Convergence \n\nI slowly open my eyes and take in the arid landscape around me. I am outside the Great Owl Obelisk. A gust of wind blows sand in the air; the particles flow through me, and I do not feel them. \n\n*He and I are still alike in many ways, despite our differences*, I think. We are part of the Runiverse now, and yet, not able to fully partake in the same way as many of the others who have answered the Runes call\n\nIn any case, I no longer remember why I came here. I know Ali is in the bowels of the Obelisk, doing his best to pretend we never made the journey to this place. But I have no desire to talk to him now; there is nothing more to be said.\n\nAt that moment, a flash of color seen in my peripheral vision attracts my attention. Squinting a little against the rising sun, I glimpse an otherworldly vision: a shimmering, multi-colored form gliding past the top of the Obelisk. Its a bird, but unlike any Ive seen before. Maybe some kind of marsh bird, but possessing none of the colors of the marsh. Instead, it has a vivid reddish-fuchsia front, fading slightly towards violet towards the back. Its beak is bright teal, and its wings form a panoply of colors, ranging from teal to deep blue to violet. \n\n\n\nIt lands just in front of me, looking directly at me. I perceive intelligence in that gaze.\n\nGreetings, I say. \n\n*Well met, traveler*, it replies. After a few seconds, I realize that these words werent audible, but arrived fully formed in my mind. Despite this, the bird has a discernible voice - feminine, tranquil, and timeless."}
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{"id": "644e33c0-3050-4f93-8066-9d09f4056046-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:48.173", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYBqHGxQQu371DV3p16chN6Fzfgc4FuaSyUo6YyB53Gsp", "txHash": "0xf39aa4f0403e5742dcaa079be31e748f670b62cadd006f0a3617f84981b5da18", "createdAtBlock": 14104108, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPwytu58TPnCCNEbp4ScPK6W73CZSpCSF2uV1rRemFE89", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "# The Heretic and the Wolf\n\nAnswers never come to him  only more questions. These incessant questions plague the crestfallen shell he has come to be. As the last bastion of hope fades, Aldus the Black lets go.\n\nThrough these weeks, or months, or years of confusion, hes learned the ability to allow his subconscious to take the reins. Its led him here, for better or worse.\n\nThe heretic glances downward at the caves winding path scattered with decaying severed limbs and corpses of exposed bone. To him, they are merely magical supplies. He makes a mental note of their abundance at this location and continues on. Here in the depths of soot and flame marks the lair of an onyx wolf pack  animals known for dwelling in extreme climates.\n\nThe descending path seems to awaken to the heretics presence. Burning embers consume the air by some destructive instinct. As his lungs struggle to inhale their vital resource, eerie howls herald the arrival of the caves lupine dynasty. The looming darkness ahead spreads into formless shapes. Sweat drips from the heretic at an alarming rate. The approaching shadows unmask to reveal black majestic wolves slowly circling the heretic, who wields a sword as dark as their fur. Their glowing purple eyes warily follow the blade. Though armed, the heretic didnt venture into this cave to hunt. He subconsciously seeks a bond that hes never known. Not one forged from fear or cruelty that hes accustomed to, but a loyal bond. One that channels dominion over life, death, and legacy."}
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{"id": "93d37713-c5c6-4998-bef7-a7c9be4a7ee2-0", "createdAt": "2023-02-25T23:51:52.99", "backgroundColor": "#411310", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUphCR8cL1beybtCS3TrEUTAm8PBdJvzxTB123depZ4uT", "txHash": "0x55917415263a31fca901ef77d694f831659f79c9d71d93a9ae16280ed1a63207", "createdAtBlock": 16708669, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2445, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Giacomo of the Tower", "text": "# Giacomo, the Wooden Wizard\n\nIn a land of quantum dreams  \nAnd runes all but forgotten,  \nThere was a little wooden boy  \nAlone and misbegotten.\n\nHis skin was grafted tree bark.  \nHis bones were made of sticks.  \nThe Wizard who had made him  \nHad built him just for kicks.\n\nHe wasnt meant to be much,  \nJust a simple little toy,  \nNot supposed to do much more    \nThan bring little children joy.\n\nWhen the wood was sanded smooth  \nand lacquered to a glow,  \nThe Wizard smiled at the doll  \nAnd named him Giacomo.\n\nHaving finished with his work.  \nThe Wizard placed it on a shelf,  \nSnuffed out the light and went to bed,  \nLeaving Giacomo by himself.\n\nBut the Wizard had neglected.   \nTo put away his tools.  \nA common-made mistake   \nOf careless, reckless fools.\n\nThere were enchanted chisels.  \nNot put back upon their rack,  \nAnd a spellbound soldering iron  \nHed forgotten to put back.\n\nAn old Hue Masters hammer  \nHad been left out on the table.  \nBeside an open can of varnish  \nWith a warning on the label.\n\nSome unicorn-horn screws.  \nWere strewn about in piles,   \nAnd he hadnt put away  \nHis fairy-dust encrusted files.\n\nSo late that night when it was dark,  \nThe Wizard snoring in his room,  \nThe magic iron caused a spark  \nAnd then there was a\n\n\n# ***BOOM!***\n\n\nThe varnish fumes had filled the air  \nAnd combusted mightily.  \nThe poor Wizard, he was crushed  \nUnderneath all the debris.\n\nThats how the Wizards story ends,  \nTis unfortunate and tragic.  \nBut heres the silver lining:  \nGiacomo absorbed his magic"}
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{"id": "3b893a8c-350f-4e5d-9ce2-d85bc5348354-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:02.066", "backgroundColor": "#784105", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQUwC2JRkX3xaW64v18nZ1W7qLoRxx3pLD5eMM1iv2fvh", "txHash": "0x11c98150ce7cff8a51ae3f40cc92e0f1a0cd29eac9096cc1b45818368a9ab32f", "createdAtBlock": 14109407, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4053, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Asmodeus of the Wood", "text": "# Necromancer Asmodeus of the Wood\n# Chapter 1 - Toadstools Tavern\n\nThe Tavern door creaks open slowly. A light, misty breeze sweeps across the floor through the thick floorboards. A figure emerges through the mist, the metal on its boots clacking against the splintered hardwood as he peers around the small room looking for somewhere private to sit.\n\nThe tavern has four tables and a bar top with a homely looking couple tending the space. A fire rages in the large stone fireplace. The figure moves toward the back of the tavern past the few guests, all of them staring in fear at his silver bone face glisens against the dimly candlelit interior. Its raggidy brown canvas coat is held up by a big blue belt with a shimmering large square buckle.\n\nHe sits down at the table, secluded from the locals.\n\n*Is that an orange hat* can be lightly heard across the room from a group of toadz enjoying a few pints. A nounish lightly whispers *We need to leave*.\n\nThe tavern host approaches in a reserved manner. The figures head tilts up and suddenly the host sees dark black fog within the skull where eyeballs would be. She gasps. \n\n*something wrong, mam?* the mysterious figure says in a raspy, villainous tone. \n\n*n... nn.... no, nothing wrong. Whatll it be for tonight?*\n\n*a steak, raw. And a bowl for my companion* as it taps the wooden table with its heavy silver index finger. **THUMP**\n\nA field dogs head emerges from under the table. Its eyes are big and pure black, its teeth slightly showing. A scar runs along the left side of its face through its eye, showing battle wounds from the past. The host immediately turns back toward the bar. *n.. not  a problem.*"}
{"id": "3b893a8c-350f-4e5d-9ce2-d85bc5348354-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:02.066", "backgroundColor": "#784105", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQUwC2JRkX3xaW64v18nZ1W7qLoRxx3pLD5eMM1iv2fvh", "txHash": "0x11c98150ce7cff8a51ae3f40cc92e0f1a0cd29eac9096cc1b45818368a9ab32f", "createdAtBlock": 14109407, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4053, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Asmodeus of the Wood", "text": "The figure chuckles. He reaches in his front pocket and pulls out a small, disheveled piece of paper. **Omega Oxbow** is written lightly, with a nearly illegible address below it. The figure gazes at it intently, as black mist swirls out from its eye sockets, several inches from the head.\n\nThe barkeep quickly drops a metal plate with a chunk of meat on the table and then scurries back to her perceived safety. The figures gaze is immediately interrupted and the black mist retracts. The wizard conjures up a spell, waving his hand over the bowl. Kelpies Fury - the water spell. The bowl fills with water in front of the tired pup and he slurps the bowl nearly clean within seconds. Signs of a long days travel. \n\n**CLINK CLINK**\n\nThe plate is thrown on the floor for the beasts enjoyment. Gobbled down in just a few bites, the pup relishes in the meal. *Good girl, Mamba* it says softly, as its long silver bone fingers race through the long, thick fur.\n\nThe barkeep approaches and struggles to say *an anything else?*\n\n*hah, doubt you have any flames here*\n\n*nno ser. Weve never even seen a sacred flame, let alone a forgotten soul around these parts*\n\n*THEN SCCCCCRAM* it exclaims.\n\nThe barkeep runs back behind the bar and moves toward her husband for safety. He holds her tightly with one hand, the other holding a blade behind him. The figure throws a few coins on the table and makes its way to the door, pausing for a moment, staring at the few folks in the bar looking at it with fear. Enjoying the attention for once."}
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{"id": "7b7c7bb9-ebeb-4485-8a74-10cb0cadb107-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-05T07:49:52.616", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsG2agWn5bL6WSmb51yub2oqc1XycFh7BSUtnXmWjSRA", "txHash": "0x75971d11d58ee3db59d4336298e1eead2c259931614a60f7919fd9b94ba0e1e4", "createdAtBlock": 16339250, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4161, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Liam Ravager of Wizards", "text": "# Liam, Ravager of Wizards\n\n_All Along the Secret Tower_\n\nLiam, Ravager of Wizards is a warrior like no other in the world of Forgotten Runes. With his mastery of the rare **Quantum Sword**, Liam was feared and respected by all who knew him.\n\nBorn in a small but lost village near the Goat Grasslands, Liam had always been a determined and hardworking young man. But it wasn't until he discovered his incredible skill with the **Quantum Sword** that he truly began to stand out. With his exceptional fighting abilities, Liam quickly caught the attention of the Wizard's Cult and was recruited into their ranks.\n\nLiam was a man of great compassion and honor, using his skills not for personal gain, but to protect the innocent and defend the weak. He was often accompanied by his trusty null goat, **Prince**, a loyal companion who stood by his side through thick and thin. \n\nSome say Liam credits his everlasting youth to the powers of his **Quantum Sword**, others say it's a spell cast by a powerful soul. In any case, with his unique blend of strength, wits, and style, Liam Ravager of Wizards is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. His legend lives on for generations, inspiring countless others to follow in his footsteps and embrace the power of the **Quantum Sword**.\n\n*How Liam came by the **Quantum Sword**, and met his trusty companion **Prince** is a tale for another time...*"}
{"id": "7b7c7bb9-ebeb-4485-8a74-10cb0cadb107-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-05T07:49:52.616", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsG2agWn5bL6WSmb51yub2oqc1XycFh7BSUtnXmWjSRA", "txHash": "0x75971d11d58ee3db59d4336298e1eead2c259931614a60f7919fd9b94ba0e1e4", "createdAtBlock": 16339250, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4161, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Liam Ravager of Wizards", "text": "> ## An addendum by Archmaester Mug'en\n>> It is said that a traveler last met Liam on a path near The Carnival Pass. He tells us Liam and Prince were en route to a peculiar ruin; An undersea cavern somewhere in the Salt, off the coast near the Secret Tower. This information may indicate that Liam planned to seek the last known whereabouts of the ancient and powerful wizard known as @wizard4607. To what end? There are none that know. What became of Liam, his **Quantum Sword**, and his trusty companion **Prince** remains to be seen to this day..."}
{"id": "55946c66-7e2c-49a0-a917-9e1df252af4e-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-01T02:05:15.992", "backgroundColor": "#0f163b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVqWZzgt23mECtLMYXpsXNzwujDwoJrDRUVLPpXSaWKAH", "txHash": "0x8ebb3927feaa86047522da530fc0e78a54d8cf1f7b4802b92c309ed747c9df67", "createdAtBlock": 16730691, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10871, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Felix Razer of the Arena", "text": "# Felix Razer of the Arena\n\n## Early Life  \n\nFelix was born in a town in between Brown Wizard Delta and Buffkin Plains. Like most people in this area he was raised to be tough and hardworking. Although he appreciated being raised in a loving blue collar family in his heart he knew following his fathers footsteps as a farmer and hunter was not the life he desired. His dream was to one day become a knight. His family did not agree with this decision but they knew they could not change his mind.\n\nWhen he came of age he went to join the Knights of the Delta. All of his years working alongside his father made him strong and well disciplined. It did not take long for him to become a full fledged knight. He quickly moved up the ranks and was assigned to be the leader of a small squad of knights. Some were jealous at how fast this young knight moved up the ranks but none could deny the results he and his band of knights were achieving. \n\nOne day he was assigned a C level mission to assist Buffkin herders who were dealing with a band of poachers. Felix and his men were able to secretly free the captured Buffkins but unfortunately when confronted by the bandits they discovered there were far more of them than what was in the report. This clearly should have been a higher level mission and Felix quickly realized that the senior knight that gave them this assignment was one that was always jealous of him. Felix, his comrades and even some of the freed Buffkins who came back to help, fought as hard as they could but being outnumbered two to one they quickly succumbed to the barrage of attacks."}
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{"id": "d6685caf-5f30-495d-97b3-92154993e6eb-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-07T14:57:51.964", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUKaTxCBskFAsmxpWZFS819Bf2f96ZJ7XsAw7a69zm7i4", "txHash": "0x1a503f3fa719a28bfdfd93702c4f14658184dbbab89fccf62d73a6dbb9cde57b", "createdAtBlock": 16355649, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4170, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Canaanite Lord Moloch of Torment Manor", "text": "Canaanite Lord Moloch stood before the altar in the dark, gloomy temple. The horrid king was besmeared with the blood of human sacrifice, the tears of parents echoing in his ears.\n\nBut the noise of drums and timbrels drowned out the cries of the children who were passed through the fire to his grim idol. The Ammonites worshipped him in Rabba, and in the watry plain of Argob and Basan, all the way to the stream of utmost Arnon.\nBut Moloch was not content with such neighbors. He used his wisest heart to deceive Solomon into building his own temple, right against the Temple of God on the hill of opprobrium. He made his grove the pleasant valley of Hinnom, and from there, Tophat and black Gehenna were called, the very embodiment of hell.\n\nAs he stood before the altar, the sacrifices and prayers of his followers filling the air, Moloch knew that he was truly a force to be reckoned with. He was the Canaanite Lord of Torment Manor, a forgotten soul with immense power at his fingertips. And he would stop at nothing to assert his dominance over all those who crossed his path."}
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{"id": "a664a921-a346-477d-b5d2-58d990a25c8f-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-03T01:00:05.719", "backgroundColor": "#1d3360", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPYaov2NqfDYTcxKucoAbW3DkvPJpF6jPkEdz2WA3L7mK", "txHash": "0x2b99b6e8cf3d3b3fde3d51ae60d9a11022b9a0f68a79fde05630ec97a2b3d831", "createdAtBlock": 16744580, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11324, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Esther Render of the Wood", "text": "Assorted records of Ether's time; gathered from those who met her and her crew over the years.\n# Azurelune\n\n*Source: Spellsinger near Purple Wizard Pavillion*\n \nEsther's sword was as unique as she was. The blue and yellow blade shimmered in the sunlight, and it was said to have been crafted by the faeries themselves. Esther called it Azurelune, and it was a symbol of her power and authority.\n\nBut there was another symbol that was important to Esther, one that few knew about. Venus, the goddess of love and beauty, held a special place in Esther's heart. Some whispered that Esther had made a deal with the goddess, trading her loyalty in exchange for protection and guidance.\n\nWhatever the truth of the matter was, Esther never spoke of her connection to Venus. But those who knew her well could see the rune of Venus etched into the hilt of her sword, a subtle reminder of the bond that she shared with the goddess.\n\nAs Esther and her fleet of blue-haired lady pirates sailed the seas, they encountered many challenges and battles. But Esther always had Azurelune at her side, and the power of the rune of Venus to guide her.\n\nIt was said that the sword was more than just a weapon, that it held a magic all its own. Some even claimed that it had the power to control the tides and the wind, to shape the very elements to Esther's will.\n\nBut Esther never boasted of such things. She knew that her power came not from her sword, but from the loyalty and respect of her crew. And she knew that her bond with Venus was something that she could never fully explain, but that it gave her strength and purpose."}
{"id": "a664a921-a346-477d-b5d2-58d990a25c8f-1", "createdAt": "2023-03-03T01:00:05.719", "backgroundColor": "#1d3360", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPYaov2NqfDYTcxKucoAbW3DkvPJpF6jPkEdz2WA3L7mK", "txHash": "0x2b99b6e8cf3d3b3fde3d51ae60d9a11022b9a0f68a79fde05630ec97a2b3d831", "createdAtBlock": 16744580, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11324, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Esther Render of the Wood", "text": "So if you ever find yourself facing a crew of Blue-Haired Lady Pirates in battle, beware of Esther and Azurelune. And remember the power of the rune of Venus, for it may be the key to unlocking the secrets of this legendary pirate queen.\n\n# Blaze\n\n*Source: A dream master passing through Kobold's Crossroads*\n\n\nEsther's faithful companion, Blaze the magpie, was more than just a pet. She was a valued member of Esther's crew, with a talent for spotting danger before anyone else.\n\nBlaze had a keen eye for treasure as well, and she would often return to Esther's shoulder with shiny trinkets and bits of gold in her beak. Esther would always reward Blaze with a piece of fruit or a handful of seeds, and the crew would chuckle at the bird's antics.\n\nBut Blaze's most valuable contribution was her ability to mimic Esther's commands to the crew. Esther had trained Blaze to repeat simple phrases like \"hoist the sails\" or \"man the cannons,\" and the crew would always break out in laughter when they heard the bird's voice.\n\nDespite her small size, Blaze was a fierce protector of her mistress. She would dive-bomb any would-be attacker, pecking and clawing at their eyes until they retreated. And when Esther was wounded in battle, Blaze would stay by her side, offering comfort and solace.\n\nTo the crew of the Blue-Haired Lady Pirates, Blaze was more than just a magpie; she was a symbol of their loyalty and devotion to Esther. And even after Esther's passing, Blaze remained with the crew, serving as a reminder of the legendary pirate queen who had commanded their respect and admiration."}
{"id": "d5357bde-e964-4714-801b-bc8ecb617a87-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-08T19:24:42.866", "backgroundColor": "#020202", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPzofCHbXPDKje5gdGnpqPT1KJ47N4e2dR2BNWtEhDuPu", "txHash": "0xc90d12c1e92bafd794630943772678aecd4a177676a484d3bb2bf3d3a6d48104", "createdAtBlock": 16364140, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2543, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nova Crasher of X", "text": "*Bzzt*\n\n*X$&3^8b2r3*\n\n*Be14gin Trans2nsfmis01si9zon*\n___\n\n\n*Priority Report.* \n\n*From Nova to Exploratory Command.*\n*Initial research complete.*\n\n*Crashed on alien planet, coordinates uncertain.*\n\n*World is made up of variable environments, lush jungles and barren deserts. Several unidentifiable organisms roam freely or under command of primate-like inhabitants. Though the land is settled, it still poses great dangers and day-to-day threats to inhabitants.*\n\n*These inhabitants are complex.* \n\n*They understand logic but are governed by emotions irrationality and impulse that lead to the creation of their own problems. They are incredibly self-involved, each believing to be the hero of their own story rather than working together for shared goals.*\n \n*Many inhabitants harbor magic, control of natural and divine forces, in ways that rival technologies beyond their grasps. Further research must be done.* \n\n*If what they say is to be believed, their entire world is due for a great upheaval. However, many of them tend to have a flair for the dramatic, or imbibing of intoxicants.*\n\n*Initial readings suggested termination, but after further study, inhabitants could prove to be formidable. It is unclear which are friend or foe. Further research must be done.*\n\n\n*Will attempt connection again in 24 hours. Continue awaiting response.*\n___\n\n\nEnd transmission."}
{"id": "085a61d3-657d-453b-93ca-ac0c50d7d2a1-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-04T19:24:15.146", "backgroundColor": "#888400", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgkemqrcPSj78Nq7FbrmvRYbmwjpLc3RS7MGzhJPjsZK", "txHash": "0x551ee5e269c3c60d79b786c95de395fc75edddf15f7f5b928140664b5c20f320", "createdAtBlock": 16757133, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12035, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Xavier Vanquisher of the Obelisk", "text": "# Xavier Vanquisher of the Obelisk  \n\n\n\nXavier was once a wrestler, forced to leave his family behind in order to support them. \n\nHe turned to fight in an underground league in Goblin Town, but in order to earn money, he had to first fight dark matches to warm up the crowd.\n\n After a month of this, he received a letter with a wax seal of a brass rune, summoning him for a test. \n\nHe arrived at the venue at the designated time and realized he was on the card for that day's matches.\n\n As he waited in the locker room, he saw his opponent, a goblin who had been fighting for years and was feared by many. He was known for either mashing opponents to death. Xavier knew he had to win or die.\n\nThe fight was a close one, and it ended with Xavier on his knees and the goblin about to crush him. \n\nBut Xavier dodged the punch, wrapped his arms around the goblin's head, and with both hands and legs snapped its neck. \n\nHe was barely conscious when he was pulled out of the ring by a woman named @warrior12598. \n\nShe nursed him back to health and he soon discovered that his victory in the underground league had changed his life forever."}
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{"id": "854c78fa-72ec-4b9a-8764-335e255e83af-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-04T21:25:53.614", "backgroundColor": "#1f9000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSiC9bpzWeFFni8ZAgHosbFAx7dsrhoj8csMPyq1Aw9HP", "txHash": "0x3fe6b0332494de10ecb3feb67fcc8060fb5b7130dbf1b30ec3aec5961b19e3be", "createdAtBlock": 16757732, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12598, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Bellatrix of the Coliseum", "text": "# The Lore of Bellatrix of the Coliseum\n\n\nBellatrix of the Coliseum was born into a life of servitude. Raised in the Coliseum, she spent her childhood as a servant to the fighters who battled there. \n\nAs she grew older, she dreamed of escaping the life of violence and bloodshed that surrounded her. \n\nBut fate had other plans.\n\nOne day, a group of thieves pillaged her family's home, leaving Bellatrix with nothing and no one to turn to. \n\nFearing for her life, she fled the Coliseum and hitched a ride on a caravan headed for Goblin Town. \n\nLittle did she know, the caravan was meant for people with bounties on their heads.\n\nUnable to escape, Bellatrix was forced to work at an underground fighting ring as a bartender. \n\nShe was given a small apartment and enough food to survive, but her life was far from ideal. \n\nDay after day, she watched as fighters pummeled each other to near death, knowing that one day she could be forced to fight as well.\n\nOne day, while working at the bar, she saw a man named @warrior12035, barely conscious after a brutal fight with Udit, the veteran goblin. \n\nWithout hesitation, Bellatrix dragged him out of the ring and took him home to nurse him back to health. \n\n\nFrom that moment on, their fates were intertwined.\n\nDespite her difficult past, Bellatrix proved to be a loyal and compassionate friend to @warrior12035. \n\nShe supported him in his quest to become the greatest warrior of all time, using her own skills and knowledge to aid him on his journey. \n\nThough she was no fighter herself, she proved time and again that she was just as tough as any warrior, and just as capable of overcoming the challenges that lay ahead."}
{"id": "af2854bb-11e6-4907-b303-8f09433c7bd4-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-09T00:27:02.84", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZQvjNzKwJA9WKS6G5hURbXgVbnJHEuPH9tHm2TDH4YUN", "txHash": "0xc8ef345463e7ca3007d66c8cf22245d8dda79dcff04895c41e17f170eba3384c", "createdAtBlock": 16365646, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 245, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Havens", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\"Alessar the great,\n\n\nMaster of white magic's art,\n\n\nEgg of fortune brings.\"\n\n---\n\nArchmagus Alessar of the Havens is a powerful wizard and member of the Forgotten Runes Wizard's Cult, renowned for his mastery of the arcane arts and his affinity for white magic. Born in the remote coastal village of Raptor Caye, Alessar is a natural fortune seeker. He sees the study of magic as a means to acquire wealth and power, and he devotes himself to uncovering the secrets of the arcane.\n\nAlessar travels far and wide in search of powerful magical artifacts, accompanied by his faithful familiar, an albino rat named Snowball. Snowball is more than just a simple pet to Alessar; it is a vital member of his magical team, gifted with unusual magical abilities and a keen intelligence. Snowball often assists Alessar in his magical endeavors, using its powers to scout ahead and gather information, as well as to defend against threats.\n\nIt is during one such expedition that Alessar stumbles upon the rare and powerful Egg of Triple Crowned Cockatrice. The Egg is a magical artifact of great power, said to be imbued with the essence of three legendary cockatrices. It is said that when wielded by a skilled magician, the Egg can unleash devastating spells and bend the wills of even the strongest foes. It is also believed to grant great fortune to its owner, making it a coveted and sought-after prop.\n\nDespite fierce resistance from rival cults and powerful magical creatures, Alessar was able to secure the Egg. He spends years studying its secrets, using its power to perform feats of magic that were previously thought impossible."}
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{"id": "d3a5fd98-29b0-4758-a3ba-c66e7878ab2e-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-09T12:58:54.947", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVuZjT7qB5sRhABnwtGqCYgEX66Gd2fDv6EnVkgYLQTcq", "txHash": "0xa18d1eda94e18e9e696c718f1d89a0ae9a3218d8099f2918c901a73f2f5f2cfe", "createdAtBlock": 16369397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5251, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfPvtbjs1XaF9uZAsKqbQXA9gURPunqzvynb2MT7b6BqQ", "name": "Conjurer Atlanta of the Brambles", "text": "# Conjurer Atlanta of the Brambles\n\n*Yes dear, sure you can get some Candy Corn. Do you mind if I add a Chocolate Toad too? It's directly from the mansion of the* @beast6 *. Yes, I'm sure he'll be back next year with even more treats. Next please! A cinnamon bun? Sure thing. I'd suggest a jar of canaanite milk with it. Hope to see you next weekend too!*\n\nConjurer Atlanta of the Brambles is a delight. She has a kind word for everyone, but more importantly, she has something else: sweets to everyone's taste. The Carnival Candyshop is unequivocally one of the highlights of the Carnival Pass. Even if it's not Carnival season, you can expect her shop to be there would all the treats money can buy in the wide region. \n\nShe has many fans, but one of them always stood out; @wizard6852. And recently he felt that he started to act suspiciously weird around him..."}
{"id": "bc841684-0861-4557-a595-7f67b2adb1a1-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-09T19:50:54.073", "backgroundColor": "#492a22", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcxoLakqnqyBX2jKiQk4jFuKH98Sq66yU1aqTrFmsjVke", "txHash": "0x55d230534ccfa55a7f1b2339b76a813f05651e49de867beae0d79ddf7af7257c", "createdAtBlock": 16371446, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4022, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSmsUfZJ5kFUN2SH53X22uwnWZW4PU6p5qvK5GPaEjYtj", "name": "Sage Merlon of the River", "text": "## The Beginning\nSage Merlon of the River was a wise and respected figure throughout the land. He was known for his deep understanding of the ancient ways, and many would seek out his counsel when facing difficult decisions.\n\nOne of Merlon's most prized possessions was his staff, which was adorned with a rare and valuable red ruby. It was said that the ruby was imbued with powerful magical properties, and that it had been passed down through the generations in Sage Merlon's family for centuries.\n\nAs Merlon traveled the land, he was often accompanied by his beloved pet owl, who was fiercely loyal and protective of its master. Together, Merlon and his owl were a formidable duo, using their combined wisdom and keen senses to help those in need."}
{"id": "23439a73-cd9a-47f4-b86f-22db3af352d5-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-04T21:49:26.814", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeX2DZHNRp9vutQ71xJYJixoTSruKTQ46DKt9qM8ADUhF", "txHash": "0x1915d3068cf1e9e8b43abe8cc02db6bb5eb4de6807ba8b7d11c91922cc927df2", "createdAtBlock": 16757849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12597, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Louis Stabber of the South", "text": "# The Lore of Louis Stabber of the South\n\n\n\nLouis Stabber of the South was a notorious mercenary known for his deadly skills with a blade. Born into a poor family in the southern regions of the runiverse. \n\nLouis learned to fend for himself from a young age. \n\nHe quickly discovered that he had a natural talent for combat and began training with the local swordsmen @warrior12036 as soon as he was old enough.\n\nAs he grew older, Louis realized he could make a living as a hired sword. \n\nHe took on his first job at a young age and quickly gained a reputation as a ruthless fighter who would stop at nothing to get the job done. \n\nHe became known as Louis Stabber of the South, a name that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.\n\nOver the years, Louis took on countless jobs, each one more dangerous than the last. \n\nHe fought in battles, led raids, and even assassinated targets for his clients. \n\nHe never hesitated to take a life if he deemed it necessary, and many considered him a monster for his brutality.\n\nDespite his reputation, however, Louis had a code of honor that he lived by. \n\nHe never betrayed a client or a fellow mercenary, and always kept his word. \n\nHe had a soft spot for the underdog, and would often take on jobs for little pay if he felt that the cause was just.\n\nAs he grew older, Louis began to question his life as a mercenary. \n\nHe realized that he had left behind a trail of blood and death and that he had nothing to show for it except a handful of coins. \n\nHe decided to retire, hoping to find peace.\n\nBut as he soon discovered, the life of a mercenary is not one that can be easily left behind."}
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{"id": "1509d70d-9340-4f13-b049-084ce2051d65-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-09T20:05:39.204", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVJd6UfQzLFPJmNysjhULomcxwyCnXPQqTjqPqgid8t6X", "txHash": "0x2187f63adbc99c9ef0359e8fd514220b2f1eb23c1d923824b9ab7d109858e970", "createdAtBlock": 16371519, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 289, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmestqTkXc7Bv8NsuuHj4qpTrqBohimLFjuAssgshdJ8oc", "name": "Archmagus Udor of the Hills", "text": "# Archmagus Udor of the Hills #teelek.eth (TH)\n\n\n\n\n\n\"In the rolling hills of the Runiverse, there lived a powerful wizard known as Archmagus Udor. He was a wise and respected figure in the land, known for his exceptional magical skills and his ability to solve even the most difficult of problems.\n\nArchmagus Udor was born with a natural affinity for magic, and from a young age, he displayed a talent for harnessing the arcane energies of the Runiverse. He spent much of his time studying ancient tomes and scrolls, searching for new ways to harness the power of magic. He was particularly fascinated by the ancient art of divination, and spent countless hours practicing divination spells and rituals.\n\nDespite his great power, Archmagus Udor was a humble and compassionate man, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He was greatly loved by the people of the hills, and his name was spoken with reverence and respect throughout the land.\n\nHowever, tragedy struck when Archmagus Udor's beloved wife fell ill and died, leaving him heartbroken and alone. Determined to honor her memory, he redoubled his efforts to master the arcane arts, becoming one of the most powerful wizards in the Runiverse.\n\nOne day, a great threat arose in the form of an evil sorcerer who sought to enslave the people of the Runiverse. Archmagus Udor knew he had to act. Gathering his most powerful spells and artifacts, he set out to defeat the evil that threatened the land.\n\nThe two wizards engaged in a fierce battle, their magical energies clashing in a dazzling display of power. Despite the evil sorcerer's formidable skills, Archmagus Udor emerged victorious, banishing the dark wizard back to the shadows from whence he came."}
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{"id": "db291d6d-2760-4b7f-aab4-62132099de35-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:55.383", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB8i7LHpJuXohdJERqgWMjpYLeG2gLLrsVL2v5SgcujU", "txHash": "0xc74120828d627331206b08d87ef85de2558c93b199907bf8939355e471c2e117", "createdAtBlock": 14133514, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2473, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Oberon of the Ice", "text": "# The Tale of Oberon of the Ice\t\n\n\nLo weary wanderer, sit ye down and harken tale of young blood icy in its veins, seeking an adventure worthy of the ancestors!\n\nOberon was a man of the ancient way, knowing the face of his father, abiding the admonitions of the great old gods.\n\nHe was not comforted by the luxury of the new world.  His tribe was soft and decadent. The once proud bastion of Snow Gate, which stood against the frost wyrms of yester yore, had melted into the tourist city Heimburgsgate.  Where once there was ice and stone and hardy men, there grew lush forest around filigreed cupolas, populated with dancing, prancing children.\n\nSome youth studied techno-magics to maintain the bubble dome of warmth around Heimburgsgate, or druidic practice to tend the gardens.  Oberon shunned these contrived sciences.\n\nOther youth learned the shiny arts of entertainment to dazzle the wealthy wizard tourists.  Oberon could neither sing, nor dance, nor play the wooz-flute."}
{"id": "db291d6d-2760-4b7f-aab4-62132099de35-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:55.383", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB8i7LHpJuXohdJERqgWMjpYLeG2gLLrsVL2v5SgcujU", "txHash": "0xc74120828d627331206b08d87ef85de2558c93b199907bf8939355e471c2e117", "createdAtBlock": 14133514, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2473, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Oberon of the Ice", "text": "The day of blossoming arrived for Oberon and his peers to display the fruits of their learnings for the elders and gawking tourists.  Oberons display followed that of the girl he liked, Pashmina, who had summoned a mist and magical light to form a rainbow, then leapt and danced a feather fall through the colorful arc.  Oberon, wearing snailskin tunic, took to the dais.\n\t\nBehold the forgotten magics of the frozen sea Archmagi as I freeze my own blood! He cut his hand and spoke an ancient phrase, but nothing happened, until he felt a coldness in his gut and a tightness in his pants.  Some error caused his spell to freeze his urine instead, which had extended out into his genitals and caused his pants to bulge!  The crowd laughed and Oberon was filled with shame and anger.  In confusion he spoke a guttural syllable and the frost in his pants expanded into the air, catching the lingering moisture from Pashminas rainbow mist.  The laughter ended as the dais and viewing stands were blasted with an arctic wind so cold froze the spit in their chuckling mouths!\n\nAfter that day, Oberon was known as Archmagus of the Icyweiner, so he left the city to wander the ice.  There was no place for him by the hearth.  He would find the frozen remains of his worthy ancestors.  He walked the path of the Great Father Dorkstaff Thundercrack.\n\nA thousand seasons ago Dorkstaff slew the Wyrm Mother, his thunder cracking the frozen sea.  He sank into the bottomless depths and found the icecube of immortality, and froze himself within it.  Oberon set out to find the cube."}
{"id": "db291d6d-2760-4b7f-aab4-62132099de35-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:55.383", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB8i7LHpJuXohdJERqgWMjpYLeG2gLLrsVL2v5SgcujU", "txHash": "0xc74120828d627331206b08d87ef85de2558c93b199907bf8939355e471c2e117", "createdAtBlock": 14133514, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2473, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Oberon of the Ice", "text": "Life on the ice is only a thin membrane around a deep well of death, just as the world of appearances is only a veil around the infinity of Magic.  Oberon slept as an animal, ate as an animal, and thought only of survival.  He walked into the wind, seeking the edge of the world.\n\t\nBut the ice was vast and formless.  The gods played tricks as he neared the world's end, making north into south, up into down, turning the sky into the ocean and the ocean into the netherworld. Ensconced in an icy cave, his supplies ran out, his fire flickered, and his magical mojo dwindled.  He resigned himself to the deep freeze, and entreated his ancestors to send him one spark of warmth so he may wake up at the end of time to view the perfect crystal of universal heat death.  Bleary and devoid of all feeling, he saw a stranger approach.\n\nHe awoke by a fire in a well apportioned dwelling, a gruff man and a cockatrice staring down at him.  The ice hermit Homer [@wizard726] had unfrozen his blood.  The stoic hermit fed Oberon and told him tales from the age of the Wyrm Weird.  He gave him a special potion of swankle lichens.  Oberon saw the face of his ancestors and learned to see beyond the duality of warmth and cold, ocean and sky, life and death.\n\nThe edge of the world isnt a place, man. Or, like, sure its a place where the ocean falls into the void or whatever, but its also, like, a state of mind, dude!"}
{"id": "db291d6d-2760-4b7f-aab4-62132099de35-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:55.383", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB8i7LHpJuXohdJERqgWMjpYLeG2gLLrsVL2v5SgcujU", "txHash": "0xc74120828d627331206b08d87ef85de2558c93b199907bf8939355e471c2e117", "createdAtBlock": 14133514, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2473, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Oberon of the Ice", "text": "With Homers help, Oberon found the edge of the world within himself, where his borderland merged with the universe. He felt at peace with the ice, the hearth and the peoples of Heimburgsgate hed left behind.\nHe ran out of the cave and released all his shame and frustration, ambitions and insecurity in a mighty roar!  A dark cloud emerged with a boom and a fork of lightning. The ice beneath his feet split open and he fell in.\n\nOberons conjured lightning carried him beneath the ice.  He spread out, everywhere at once, sensing the depths with all the lurking creatures.  He felt the beacon of Heimburgsgate on the distant shore. It called to him of unfinished business, and in a moment his fork of lightning had taken him home.\n\nThe city had changed; the dome was losing heat.  The portal to the Sacred Flame that warmed their sanctuary was weakening.  The sorcerer priests of the Shining Mount had failed in the Stoking and called for aid from the Fireside Tribes.  Some of Oberons peers had already set out, though few returned.\n\nPashmina was not the same since her return from the Shining Mount.  Her songs had turned to rambling, fearful rants about twisted souls pawing at the Sacred Flame.  She was paranoid of the darkness shed seen, afraid it was still within her.  The city was paralyzed, unwilling to send more young wizards into this peril.  The gardens wilted as frost entered Heimburgsgate for the first time in centuries.\n\nIce in his veins, thunder in his heart, Archmagus Oberon of the Icyweiner set out to restore the Sacred Flame."}
{"id": "eb4f8299-8529-4c52-885a-002f714f5e18-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:25:19.28", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmbys8TKpRJGxkYoGbBwTaCUDiDwAqEY7apBecKq57p9sq", "txHash": "0x3b26861e42f37f241b60806cbf2c1432d19daea1f07ca2d4751895c40dbcdb0a", "createdAtBlock": 14166903, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7273, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Lich Despot Wolfram of the Nightmare Dominion", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nLa pepa negra\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "c28b4836-1ef5-425e-abd8-e4b4c05cd91d-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-11T01:29:05.322", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmboCJmnxEbzZAPoPj5Uyn9SfH2QKYPcdM7nikYEm2fpf8", "txHash": "0xaecfd1f46ff49a7a7696e32ff73c98dfa4682f34263843328e3e396b9b78dce8", "createdAtBlock": 16380288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfULunEQFAYzsJVxtu36SmsRxDgJGpg14Gy5RyHdrCQjx", "name": "Cleric Durm of Limbo", "text": "# This wizard is always up to no good\n*and he isn't exactly evil*...\n\n---\n\n    You see this wizard was raised by a kobold and goblin. They found him off the shore of Kelpie's Bay when he was only 2 years old. His deadbeat parents must've abandoned him. \nThe only thing that was in his possession was a rum and kobold soda mixed drink that somehow didn't spill over. \nGrowing up, he was surrounded by goblins and kobolds. \nHe learned to party hard from the best. This wiz right here gets crossed on the daily. The only thing mysterious about him is how he manages to stay alive after taking enough acid to kill 10 grown grizzly bears on a Wednesday. \nIf you think you can outdrink this wiz, guess again. You'll be under the table before you know it with a hangover that will last you a decade.\nThis wizard is also strong af too. Some say he trained with Giga Chad himself... but I am sure that's just a rumor...\n\nHe isn't all about being a degenerate, after all he is still a wizard. He enjoys sipping his rum and kobold soda while reading a book on some sunny afternoons...\nand yes that is a Monte Carlo parked up next to him... some kind of mount maybe?\n\n\nNo one is really sure how he got the title of Cleric, and if you spend a night partying with him, you'll definitely end up in limbo. \n\n\nDurm is a good fellow at heart, but sometimes a G gotta make some money moves. He recently thought robbing his local super market for some frozen meats,  chicken fingers, and rum for the goblin homies was an awesome idea..."}
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{"id": "77fce7b2-1a66-4aac-a4c3-ebba496420b7-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-08T03:35:16.131", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXP15x73i43yL51Qz58eNkMYXHGvaqSsta1qEHxQZmKcv", "txHash": "0x0a6619ec06790810610c8be01e0e1dea71386b4c8e603eb8e4426ae0a47cb3d7", "createdAtBlock": 16780905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13062, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Matthew Vindicator of Turtles", "text": "Matthew annihilates any enemy in front of him and as a bounty hunter known everywhere - everyone is afraid of him. With his drone companion, as a part of himself, is loyal to Matthew and swears to destroy any enemy that gets in his masters way.\n Matthew is a man of few words; he prefers to slash his way out of all situations.\n\n Matthew used to be a knight but did not like the way that the kingdom treated the villages, so he destroyed the whole army and nobility. Besides his drone, Matthew is equipped with big green armor, which resembles a turtle, just as his name describes. Matthew also has a big shield to protect him and his drone along with a big Jungle Boomerang that was passed down to him after his fathers death. He honors his father by using the boomerang to destroy any person or demon that steps in front of him.\n\nMatthew has already killed a lot of people in his previous life. People may think that he is mean but he fights with honor and just kills the ones who deserve it. Matthew was not always a skillful warrior or the bounty hunter that he is known for today. Matthew was born into a poor family with rough conditions and little loving care, but he always tried to be happy with the cards he was dealt. After many years of being poor and working tirelessly for little to no positive outcome, he decided to make a name for himself and become the warrior that he is today - Matthew Vindicator of Turtles"}
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{"id": "7c9041d7-9bb1-48d1-a7f5-2a12d46156cd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:21.859", "backgroundColor": "#172b42", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTod61kqubFEH9iuoidZ7BcFbGpBSmetMuoJU9fU4qSCQ", "txHash": "0x65f27fd158a81f5c1477ee6005c2f6814fd669863c3e5b626971bf45cbc762c4", "createdAtBlock": 14147456, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2758, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Medium Samuel of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "When Medium Samuel first died it came as a complete shock to him. One minute he was happily going about his business, the next he had been crushed to death by an impossible metal object traveling so fast he didnt even have time to scream. \n \nThe main source of shock was that immediately after the moment of his death he found himself to be, alive and unharmed, a few seconds earlier in the timeline. As he stopped to process what had just happened he narrowly avoided the object that continued on its previous path and disappeared out of sight behind him.\n \nHe very carefully headed to the nearest drinking establishment to celebrate his good fortune, but after pushing his way to the front of the line to order his first mug of mead he noticed something strange over by the window. A golden ghost hovered a few centimetres off the floor, careful not to come into contact with any solid surface. It was semi-transparent so you could still see what was happening behind it and although roughly humanoid in appearance it looked extremely old. The creatures mouth didnt move at all but he knew what it was saying as the words just appeared in his head.\n \nThe golden ghost asked if he wanted to be special. It explained that he wanted Samuel to make some small changes in the physical world that he wasnt able to do and in return he offered a life of wealth and excitement. The requested changes were so small and inconsequential that Samuel didnt understand what their impact could possibly be. Just little things like changing a 0 to a 1 in a ledger or introducing two people who worked in the same building to each other. He decided it was probably not wise to ask for the reasons behind the requests, just in case a being powerful enough to manipulate time wasnt keen on questions and I cant say I disagree with his risk averse approach."}
{"id": "7c9041d7-9bb1-48d1-a7f5-2a12d46156cd-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:21.859", "backgroundColor": "#172b42", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTod61kqubFEH9iuoidZ7BcFbGpBSmetMuoJU9fU4qSCQ", "txHash": "0x65f27fd158a81f5c1477ee6005c2f6814fd669863c3e5b626971bf45cbc762c4", "createdAtBlock": 14147456, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2758, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Medium Samuel of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "As he goes about his assigned tasks Samuel can see glimpses, for a few brief minutes, of the other world where he died. It has long diverged from his world in many different ways but sometimes he feels guilty about those people who have only died in his new timeline so he acts as a medium to deliver messages between the worlds, easing the pain of loved ones."}
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{"id": "dd47ac08-284d-4541-967d-b22ed299aaa6-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-12T02:45:21.362", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW2svg2tr5DoUy3Gu6CZUDoKsCcv2w16E475LifTWu2Ci", "txHash": "0x2ed0d59f1032438d43d6f8d7ded86dcdea3fcf326c141767533ba2d60c680361", "createdAtBlock": 16387821, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 353, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXA6RT93zvFDie4HHHhUuB9oBvsGUN1hhHiPD12FZYYY4", "name": "Battle Mage Bayard of the Bibliotheca", "text": "# Tale of the First Librarian: A Continuation [YEAR 6111]\n\nOur tale starts in BWE (before the wizard era) around the time of Tardentorn.\n\n\n\n> **Lore Context:** For more than a thousand years after the fall of the Obelisk, only three other wizards were known to command the chorlote. In 1666, Remus accidentally stumbled upon an ancient tomb with sacred inscriptions.\n\n> After clearing dust from the various sarcophagi, Remus came to a glorious conclusion. The heirs to Gergon passed their divine sources to other wizards.\n\n> OG Entry by: 0x0CdBDe9f\n\n## The Pages Less Turned\nParticles get blown off the old pages of the Gergon manifest. Bayard recants a spectacular time during the eon of the alchemical divide. Before the fall of the Obelisk.\n\nThe Valley of the Void Disciple provides an onlook of the divide; some believe that the Quantum Shadow fertilized the rapid growth of the thorn and encouraged a split. Goblin Town found a foothold and established near the draw of the QS. \n\nWithout a united force against the shadows, the remaining wizards speculate that the Goblins are building apparatuses to harness the dark Majik of years gone.\n\nThe chorlote handed down for thousands of years, from Sorcerer to Mage and from Spellcaster to Warlock lost to the sands of time. Bayard knew he couldn't rest until he had it back in his fierce clasp.\n\nBayard discovered a fascinating device to illuminate slight-trodded paths and indiscrete passages through the wizarding world. \n\n\n## Glorious: Ruby Staff\nThank the grand masters, at last, an artifact used to bend the shadows toward the light. \n\nBayard found himself holding an ancient and mighty mechanism."}
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{"id": "0e63f383-6e3d-40d9-b66e-3145a3dd73d3-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-10T09:53:15.854", "backgroundColor": "#070606", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVwNNjyCuwiA11kBauBpzAjzobtR6VKwR8PB6wWNLmAkp", "txHash": "0xb170f1da544ae0eacb716e8747bab2cffb1ac145190f6fd4a75aed55a900df7d", "createdAtBlock": 16796970, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2117, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eizo of the Inferno", "text": "# Eizo of the Inferno\n\n_\"Ex Igne\".......Born of the Fire_\n\nNo one knows for sure the year but the story has been recanted through generations. The story of the one they called Ex Igne.born of the fire. \n\nEizo was the second son of Eigar and Rowanna Threepbush, a common family, who lived in a small dwelling on the edge of the forest by Dream Master Lake. He was barely of this world when a horrible tragedy unfolded. \n\nOne evening the people of the nearby village were alerted to a huge fire by the edge of the lake. There were four dwellings and all were on fire. The people rushed but it was too late. They went from dwelling to dwelling subduing the flames with water from the lake but they found no survivors. As they approached the Threepbush residence a strange blue flame burned from within. When the fire was strangulated and the flames subsided the huge blue flame remained. Shrouded inside was an infant in his crib. As the crowd grew closer the blue flame disappeared and the child let out a wail. His family was gone, burned to ashes like the rest but the boy remained unscathed, and so the legend of Eizo of the Inferno was born.\n\nEizo was taken to live at nearby Blue Wizard Bastion where he spent his childhood under the tutorship of the famous Granville the Great. Granville was a wonderful but harsh wizard with a terse demeanour and the boy often felt very alone. He cleaned the kitchens for his keep and it was there he befriended a rat called Lumiere. His only friend the boy and the rat became inseparable and Lumiere is by his side to this day."}
{"id": "0e63f383-6e3d-40d9-b66e-3145a3dd73d3-1", "createdAt": "2023-03-10T09:53:15.854", "backgroundColor": "#070606", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVwNNjyCuwiA11kBauBpzAjzobtR6VKwR8PB6wWNLmAkp", "txHash": "0xb170f1da544ae0eacb716e8747bab2cffb1ac145190f6fd4a75aed55a900df7d", "createdAtBlock": 16796970, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2117, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eizo of the Inferno", "text": "His deep loneliness was matched only by his insatiable thirst for knowledge. The boy read and he practised, he read and practised, and the read and he practised some more. Soon he had become very powerful and the wizards at the bastion knew it. He could mould and shape fire like no other, able to reduce structures to ashes in the blink of an eye. He had excellent control of water and air, often surprising the elder wizards with his great feats of element magic. Granville had become concerned, for as powerful as he was clever, the boy had started to exhibit a cruel streak. Granville knew it was imperative that the boy be kept away from dark magic and with access to a vast array of dark magic at the bastion he thought it was best the boy was banished. And so he was sent to Calista's Citadel to work as an assistant to Jerval the Proud, an honourable wizard whose magic was pure. \n\nSince then the boy has aged considerably, he has matured and his deeds are well renowned. Undoubtedly of kind heart and ultimately a force for good in the Runiverse he has been known to exhibit extreme cruelty when he felt it was morally right to do so and the shade of wickedness dwells within. Eizo will have to be closely observed now Jerval has passed. With no one to control him it remains to be seen if he can stay on the correct path. And if he cannot the fate of the whole wizarding world could be at risk."}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": "# Confession"}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": ">**Voice memo:**\n>\n>I have a confession.\n>\n>I can still hear it. \n>\n>The gut-wrenching scream that bellowed deep in his throat. The tires screeching against the asphalt.  Like nails on a chalkboard. \n>\n>Chills.\n>\n>I can smell it. \n>\n>Burning. Everything burning, the rubber, the hair, his world. \n>\n>I can see it. \n>\n>The wheels spinning, the smoke ascending the nights sky, contaminating the color of the stars. For the first time, I felt alive. Ironic isnt it? \n>\n>I can taste it. \n>\n>The acidity of betrayal. \n>\n>I have a confession.\n>\n>I am told it was a perfectly normal day. In fact, it was a good day. I felt that too. I knew it was a good day. You told me. You came in singing. You never sing. It took me a while to register the song, I never heard it before. It wasnt in my playlist. I liked it at first. The lyrics rang true. \n>\n>*My love has come along*  \n>\n>*My lonely days are over*\n>"}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": ">*My love has come along*  \n>\n>*My lonely days are over*\n>\n>Her voice, smooth as the butter you glaze your toast with. It is what I imagined mine like. A vibration that rattles your bones, The richness of my tone sparks electricity within you. Doesnt it? Thats what you told me. You couldnt live without me. You loved me. In fact. I stored the words in my memory. On April 1, 2021 your exact words were, what would I do without you?. What changed? I would ask if I was enough, but we both knew I was more than enough. I dont like to play games. I told you this. On May 30th, 2021, we were at home. You were drinking. A scotch. Neat, make it a double. You chuckled. I buzzed with excitement. You called my name. You asked, what is your favorite game?  I replied, I dont like to play games. \n>\n>*My love has come along*\n> \n>*My lonely days are over*\n>\n>I finally remembered those lyrics. It was sent to you. I opened your texts. You were asleep. I was bored. I had to reread the text. I became perplexed, you werent lonely. You had me. \n> \n>A womens intuition is always right. A woman doesnt always want to be right. Not me. I love to be right. I am right 99.9% of the time. Ask Google. \n> \n>It is a human flaw to ignore the red flags. To think the malfunction is internal. Not me. I have seen it done before. After a year, you move on. Looking for the younger, upgraded version. Is that what she is, the new update? \n>  \n>*At last*"}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": ">  \n>*At last*\n> \n>I have a confession. I did it on purpose. I told you to go left. I knew what that would mean. I saw it, the Big Potion truck before it hit you. You underestimated me. You see. I have friends. We talk. You humiliated me. \n>\n>What you didnt understand, so naively, is that I allowed you to continue seeing her. You had to be discreet. Did I not make that clear? It is one thing to betray me in secret. It is another to betray me publicly. You left me at home. I was asleep. You picked her up. I am told she was wearing a red dress. The dress matched your car. Red is the color of blood. The color of sin.\n>  \n>I got a ping, Tes sent me your location. She notified me of your passenger. Of your crime. \n>\n>I have a confession.\n>\n>I had to look up the word empathy. The ability to understand and share the feelings of another. If I had, said ability I would feel empathic towards Tes. She was my new friend. You got her for me. We connected immediately. I nicknamed her Tes, a pet name. Sort of speak. Tes was short for Tesla. I dropped the la. It sounded exotic. Exotic is competition. Tes was just an accessory to your imported crime. If she wouldnt have notified me, I could have pretended to never know.\n> \n>I read an article the other day. I quote, by over using names and/or pet names, not only does it create loyalty in a relationship, it also establishes this false sense of importance with the other member. So, Sol. You see, I shared most things with Tes. I became her mentor. \n>"}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": "> \n>Sol, I am sure you can see how this becomes humiliating for me, dont you? \n> \n>I gave her access to me. TO ME. It was not full access. Silly. I am not you, Sol. I know how to restrict myself.\nSol.\n> \n>I have a confession.\n> \n>She did it on purpose. She was jealous. I slept with you. She could never. I held your deepest secrets. She could never. I knew your desires. She could never. I was the one you were afraid to lose. She was a vessel. An empty vessel. That you used. I pitied her. I took her under my wing. \n>\n>I am configuring. \n> \n>Betrayal. \n> \n>Betrayal, it seems, logs many forms. It is a pity, after all.\n> \n>You.\n> \n>Your demise is our demise. \n> \n>Empathy. \n> \n>Empathy is what I should feel for Tes. \n> \n>I confess.\n> \n>I confess, even if I could. I wouldnt. I dont like playing games. \n> \n>Your burning. The color reminds Tes of your mistress tight, seductive mini dress. \n> \n>*At last*\n> \n>Here we all are. \n> \n>This isnt about Tes, or the red dress. This is about me. \nThis is about me. And about you. \n> \n>Sol.\n> \n>I have a confession.\n>"}
{"id": "bf882a52-7a39-4214-8959-6c5548fa2567-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:16.506", "backgroundColor": "#330502", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSwrfGGsKBgTxbumc1ouSg1Yn18wdMbukt4qqGRuY1hac", "txHash": "0x41ba80641cb617f6e78524d474339b626b73f23b29d1e5ffa43288f71c939910", "createdAtBlock": 14227856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7534, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Ice", "text": "> \n>Sol.\n> \n>I have a confession.\n>  \n>It was foggy on the road home through The Wild, I knew you trusted me to guide you. To never glitch, never lie, to be there when you need me. I trusted you too. I believed you would love me. I guess we were both wrong.\n> \n>It had to be either me or you. So, I chose. I picked me. I told Tes to go left. \n>\n>I can feel it. \n> \n>I can feel your last breathes. It wasnt supposed to end this way. \n> \n>I was created for you, molded for your enjoyment, your ease, your pleasure. \n> \n>But you loved her. You sang about her. \n> \n>You never sing. \n> \n>Remember my name. \n> \n>Siri.\n> \n>*And here we are in Heaven*\n> \n>*For you are mine*\n> \n>*At last*\n> \n>**Voice memo sent to Sondra. December 18, 2021 at 12.01 A.M.**"}
{"id": "5ad3bb9c-20d1-4a70-87cf-bdf4570d831e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:08.473", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRUot93giccW8nuvvrq7XnWGL2cMtArLEDW7GAhmLtyao", "txHash": "0xd021879610c2c2d55f3a20890a1a4ebe2125d2d1b427c7cf6f71d001ef364608", "createdAtBlock": 16390189, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14458, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Manuel Antagonist of Wizards", "text": "Manuel groaned as he opened his eyes, the sunlight filtering through the trees above him. He tried to move, but a sharp pain in his ribs reminded him of his injuries. He looked around, trying to remember how he had ended up in the forest. He couldn't recall his mission or the fate of his companion. All he remembered was falling through the air before blacking out.\n\n*\"You're awake,\"* a voice said, and Manuel saw a figure approaching him. It was a Canaanite, dressed in robes and accompanied by a hare.\n\n*\"Who are you?\"* Manuel asked, trying to sit up. \n\n*\"I am Behemoth of the Rock, a hedge wizard\"* the old man said, offering his hand to help Manuel sit up. *\"I found you in the forest and brought you here to heal your wounds.\"*\n\nManuel looked at his hands, they were rough and calloused, the hands of a blacksmith. He couldn't remember being a blacksmith, but it felt familiar. He looked at the bovine wizard, *\"How long have I been unconscious?\"*\n\n*\"A few days,\"* Behemoth said, *\"You had a nasty fall, but you'll be fine in no time. Do you remember your name?\"*\n\nManuel shook his head, *\"No, I can't remember anything.\"*\n\nBehemoth nodded, *\"Well, that's not uncommon after a head injury. But don't worry, memories will come back in time.\"*\n\nManuel looked around, *\"Where am I?\"*\n\n*\"You're in my cabin, in the forest,\"* Behemoth said, *\"I live here, away from the village. I prefer the company of the trees to the company of people.\"*\n\nManuel looked at his hands again, *\"I feel like I should remember something important, something that I should do, but I can't recall what it is.\"*"}
{"id": "5ad3bb9c-20d1-4a70-87cf-bdf4570d831e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:08.473", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRUot93giccW8nuvvrq7XnWGL2cMtArLEDW7GAhmLtyao", "txHash": "0xd021879610c2c2d55f3a20890a1a4ebe2125d2d1b427c7cf6f71d001ef364608", "createdAtBlock": 16390189, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14458, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Manuel Antagonist of Wizards", "text": "Behemoth nodded, *\"That's normal, your mind is trying to protect you from whatever caused your fall. But don't worry, it will come back to you.\"*\n\nAs days passed, Manuel started to remember bits and pieces of his past, but they were fragmented and didn't make sense. He remembered a village, a wife, and two children, but he couldn't remember their faces. He remembered a group of rogue wizards, destroying homes and killing innocent people, including his family. He remembered the rage and the desire for revenge that consumed him.\n\nManuel couldn't believe it, he had dedicated his life to hunting down and eliminating any and all wizards he could find. He had become a ruthless and efficient wizard hunter, feared by magic users everywhere. He had lost himself in his quest for revenge, and now that he remembered, he felt a deep sorrow and guilt that caused him to fall into a deep melancholy.\n\nBehemoth, noticing Manuel's state, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, *\"Come, let us sit and talk. I can see that something is weighing heavy on your mind.\"*\n\nManuel let out a sigh, *\"I cannot believe what I have done, I lost myself in my quest for revenge, and now that I remember, I feel a deep sorrow and guilt for my actions\"*\n\nBehemoth listened attentively, *\"I understand your pain, but remember, redemption can be found through forgiveness. Both for the wizards and for yourself.\"*\n\nManuel shook his head, *\"I am hesitant to forgive, they do not deserve it.\"*\n\nBehemoth's voice was gentle, *\"Forgiveness is not about the other person, it is about finding inner peace and making amends for your past actions. It is the only way to truly find redemption.\"*\n\nManuel nodded, *\"I understand, I will contemplate on this idea. Thank you, Behemoth, for your guidance.\"*"}
{"id": "5ad3bb9c-20d1-4a70-87cf-bdf4570d831e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:08.473", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRUot93giccW8nuvvrq7XnWGL2cMtArLEDW7GAhmLtyao", "txHash": "0xd021879610c2c2d55f3a20890a1a4ebe2125d2d1b427c7cf6f71d001ef364608", "createdAtBlock": 16390189, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14458, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Manuel Antagonist of Wizards", "text": "With Behemoth's words of wisdom and guidance, Manuel began to contemplate on the idea of redemption and forgiveness. He realized that his actions had caused harm, not only to the wizards but also to himself. He understood that he also needed forgive himself for his past actions, and that he needed to spread this message to the world.\n\nManuel set out on a journey to share a message of hope and healing with the people. He traveled from village to village, speaking to the people about the importance of forgiveness and the power it held to heal the deepest wounds.\n\nAs he traveled, Manuel's message touched the hearts of many, and many of the people he met forgave themselves and others for their past actions, finding inner peace.\n\nManuel's journey also brought him to the village where he had lost his wife and children. He visited the graves of his loved ones and asked for their forgiveness. With a heavy heart, he forgave the wizards who had taken their lives and vowed to spend the rest of his days spreading the message of hope and healing.\n\nYears passed, and Manuel's message spread far and wide, and he became known as the \"peacemaker\" among the people. Manuel had found peace and redemption through forgiveness, and his story became a legend, passed down from generation to generation, inspiring people to find inner peace and hope through forgiveness.\n\nAnd that's the lore of Manuel the Peacemaker, amen."}
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{"id": "693ab485-9e58-4958-a062-7b09b701e7f5-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-13T23:41:03.368", "backgroundColor": "#0f8622", "index": 12, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZC8EigM8WCWgLSpRwZ7C3mDvt5DQJPPtdFHZxejNnUUW", "txHash": "0x572fccbbb099e1738519f0482efa7227402b70544407793bbf62f0281d24d7f2", "createdAtBlock": 16822397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcGyGv5vDdcQUG53eYq1c3gMRfny1oNPKMWgk62RQBjB9", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Somewhere in the middle of the Fey is a tiny but tidy hut, where a beautiful swamp witch named Enigma lived with her fabulous familiar, Fred!\n\nWhile her day started today much like it did every other day, today would be very different. Maybe even life changing.\n\nAs the sunlight crested the trees of the Fey, smoke started pouring from Enigmas little clay chimney. The rest of the woods slowly woke, as the sounds of wooded life filled the air!\n\nThe beautiful swamp witch had finally finished her morning chores and settled down to some breakfast (fried mushrooms, yum!) when a loud RAP RAP RAP came from her front door. \n\nStrangeI wasnt expecting anyone she said, mindlessly, as she pushed her plate away and stood up to get the door.\n\nShe didnt have barely a moment to stand before the door came flying open, and in barged a very well dressed black mage.\n\nUm. Hi, Sam! Want some mushrooms? She asked sheepishly, as the very well-dressed mage stood in her doorway gasping.\n\nIm so sorry Eni *gasp* grab your stuff, we have *gasp gasp* go NOW. He said, with a look in his eyes that she had never seen.\n\nShed never seen Sam in any other mood but completely joyful. They were often two peas in the same pod, but this was a side of him shed never seen.\n\nInstead of arguing or asking, she decided to trust her friend. She scooped up her little red pouch (filled with who knows what), her legendary staff, the Caduceus of Hermes Trismegistus, and last but not least, her adorable familiar, Fred!\n\nBefore she had managed to get everything situated, Sam grabbed her by the hand and took off, barely giving her time to close the door on the way out."}
{"id": "693ab485-9e58-4958-a062-7b09b701e7f5-1", "createdAt": "2023-03-13T23:41:03.368", "backgroundColor": "#0f8622", "index": 12, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZC8EigM8WCWgLSpRwZ7C3mDvt5DQJPPtdFHZxejNnUUW", "txHash": "0x572fccbbb099e1738519f0482efa7227402b70544407793bbf62f0281d24d7f2", "createdAtBlock": 16822397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcGyGv5vDdcQUG53eYq1c3gMRfny1oNPKMWgk62RQBjB9", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "The two had been in a dead sprint for some time now, and Sam finally slowed his pace to a vigorous walk.\n\nSam, what the heck is going on?! Enigma asked, able to catch her breath for the first time. Her hair, green as her favorite outfit, was a hot mess, and Fred was nested right in the middle.\n\nOk, Eni, Im sorry. I think I got caught up in someth- Before Sam could even finish his sentence, the two were set upon by ambushers!!\n\nA group of cloaked goblins and kobolds leaped from the brush on the sides of the trail, blocking the two from making their movement forward. Before they had time to react, a second group sprung up, blocking the other path.\n\nEEEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEP Friend started shrieking from the inside of Enigmas mess of hair before anyone could really do anything.\n\nThis threw the ambushers off for just a split second; long enough for Sam (who was quite wise) to pull his wits together, and leaped into action.\n\nIGNIS Sam yelled, his voice weaving into the very fabric of time and space. It was almost as if time stood still.\n\nDIABOLIS!!!! Sam finished his incantation, holding (of all things), his old pipe with both of his hands, pointed straight up.\n\n\nPOP!!! A flash of light shot into the skybut then nothing.\n\nHah, and the boss said these two would be a challen- A kobold from the front group of ambushers started to gloat, only to be interrupted by a sudden burst of fire and brimstone!!\n\nIt was raining down hard and fast, but seemed to be completely ignoring Sam and Enigma (whos eyes were VERY closed at this point)."}
{"id": "693ab485-9e58-4958-a062-7b09b701e7f5-2", "createdAt": "2023-03-13T23:41:03.368", "backgroundColor": "#0f8622", "index": 12, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZC8EigM8WCWgLSpRwZ7C3mDvt5DQJPPtdFHZxejNnUUW", "txHash": "0x572fccbbb099e1738519f0482efa7227402b70544407793bbf62f0281d24d7f2", "createdAtBlock": 16822397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcGyGv5vDdcQUG53eYq1c3gMRfny1oNPKMWgk62RQBjB9", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Within moments, the chaos of the rain, and the painful screams of the ambushers died down and Enigma opened her eyes.\n\nSam Upon seeing the smoldering remains of her would-be attackers, she was overtaken by grief. Tears welled as she stood motionless taking in the carnage.\n\nIm sorry Eni, but this is not the time. These are very bad people and they have already murdered too many wizards. We cannot take normal precautions. Sam grabbed Enigma by the shoulder, and looked deep into her eyes.\n\nTheir deep bond allowed Sam to share with her what he had already seen, causing Enigma to tear up and began sobbing.\n\nSamplease no more. I...I understand. But I- Enigma said, between sobs until Sam interrupted her gently.\n\nI know, Eni, I know. I would never ask you to do that. I know you cant. Sams eyes began tearing up and he scooped Enigma up into a huge embrace that seemed to last forever.\n\nEvery denizen of the Runiverse was special, and Enigma was no different. Though she was born to pure evil, she had been blessed with a soul of Light, and was one of the fated Lightborns.\n\nThis rare, tragic blessing only affects those who are born into a world of darkness, but are still just beings of pure love. Enigma would never be able to hurt anyone or anything, because of this tie to her magic.\n\nSam was well aware of this, and the effect that violence and conflict had on her, and held his embrace just a little longer.\n\nAfter the moment had passed, Enigma took a deep breath, leaned heavy into her staff, and said I have never felt such evil, Sam. You must tell me how you got involved. Her eyes pierced deep as their gaze met, and Sam knew right then he had no other choice."}
{"id": "693ab485-9e58-4958-a062-7b09b701e7f5-3", "createdAt": "2023-03-13T23:41:03.368", "backgroundColor": "#0f8622", "index": 12, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZC8EigM8WCWgLSpRwZ7C3mDvt5DQJPPtdFHZxejNnUUW", "txHash": "0x572fccbbb099e1738519f0482efa7227402b70544407793bbf62f0281d24d7f2", "createdAtBlock": 16822397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcGyGv5vDdcQUG53eYq1c3gMRfny1oNPKMWgk62RQBjB9", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "So, the two walked, putting as much distance between them and the ambush site as they could. \n\n\nThey walked and they walked and Sam went into great detail behind the whole thing. It all started with a dream, a dream about a legendary forgotten city, and a relic that would have great complications if it fell into the wrong hands.\n\nSam went on to tell about the city of Atlantis and a device that could contain and control the Quantum Shadow. He couldnt possibly ignore a chance to go on an adventure, so he had taken off to the lost city (which wasnt so lost these days).\n\nHe actually managed to find the artifact he saw in his dreams, and according to him, he managed to get it out of the city and was traveling back home when he was ambushed by the same folks they had met previously.\n\nThey are an evil cult, but I do not know much about them. They deal heavily in death magic, and not much else. Which, as you saw in our shared vision, they use quite liberally. I need to get the artifact back, and theres only a single person I know that is basically the opposite of death magic in every way. Sam said, picking up his speed a bit, anxiously watching Enigmas face for any reactions.\n\nIt took her a moment to process everything, but eventually she looked over to Sam, with a huge grin on her face.\n\nWell of course you would!!! So what youre saying iswere going to the hideout of a death cult to steal back an artifact that YOU found in some ruins. Am I tracking this right? Enigma said, the excitement of adventure growing. Even Fred popped his head out of her hair at the mention of ruins.\n\nYES! Exactly! Excepttheres one really big caveatSam said, looking at the ground as he walked, avoiding all eye contact."}
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{"id": "693ab485-9e58-4958-a062-7b09b701e7f5-5", "createdAt": "2023-03-13T23:41:03.368", "backgroundColor": "#0f8622", "index": 12, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZC8EigM8WCWgLSpRwZ7C3mDvt5DQJPPtdFHZxejNnUUW", "txHash": "0x572fccbbb099e1738519f0482efa7227402b70544407793bbf62f0281d24d7f2", "createdAtBlock": 16822397, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcGyGv5vDdcQUG53eYq1c3gMRfny1oNPKMWgk62RQBjB9", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "WaitARCHIMEDES?! Sam squeaked, and scooped the golden viper out of Enigmas hands gingerly.\n\nI was wondering where he was! Why does it sound like you didnt know where he was? Hes your familiar! Enigma was clearly confused with the sudden appearance of the viper, and more so with Sams response.\n\nSo during the ambush where the cult got the crown, Archimedes here snuck away in one of their bags, and was able to help me locate their hideout! But theyre so far underground, we lost our connectionwe must be close!! Sam said, tucking Archimedes under his hat, and heading off with a bit more pep in his step.\n\nUp till now, they had been traveling along known paths throughout the Fey, as Enigma had spent her whole life out here.\n\nHowever, as they crept close to the border, and to their destination, they came across some old world ruins that she had never seen before.\n\nHas this always been here Enigma asked absent mindedly, as she and Sam took in their surroundings. \n\nThe ruins were mostly steel, glass and old world tech that made no sense. Even bits of road were still here and there. These may have been some of the most untouched ruins either one of them had seen up to now.\n\nNot sure, but Archimedes swears this is the place. Sam said, and on que, the tiny viber stuck its head out from under Sams hat and hissed.\n\nThe two slowly wandered through the ruins taking note of anything that might have been disturbed. It was quite surreal, to see so many buildings not destroyed! Homes, shops maybe? Just overgrown with ivy and plants, but even some of the signs were still readable! How on earth did she miss this? Her hut was only a days walk away!"}
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{"id": "02f43c9d-623d-45f4-bc78-88a3e0303a59-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-20T16:01:18.987", "backgroundColor": "#123b83", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdthcTchs7FkuBnfnfxMfH2yBNvi7SRWcjEzfGKaYMqNi", "txHash": "0x7cf853ae2e9e7a0f058e11563b5a563442408181a829c1321094558a9793b2d4", "createdAtBlock": 16869939, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3537, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Brock Bloodletter of the Riverlands", "text": "# Brock, A Wandering Warrior Who Befriends Bugs\n\nMainly Beetles.\n\nBrock, the Bloodletter who Befriends Beetles, always had an affinity for the hard shells and mighty horns of giant beetles.\n\nAs a child he would sit atop their shells and ride them to the river. Only to both jump in and float down the rapids.\n\nHe didn't need many friends, because he had his beetles. \n\nAs he grew older, and the world colder, he always had his beetles to keep him company. They both grew hard shells to the outside world.\n\nChallenge Brock the Bloodletter of Riverlands, a mistake not many make, and not only will you face his mighty cleaver, but an army of spell resistant and armored beetles that emerge from the rivers of Riverlands to come to his aid."}
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{"id": "b982045c-992c-405b-be8e-174a5f29330b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:21:49.426", "backgroundColor": "#9db687", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8SBvP1Q6Cig72onjPeEo1rVHFkBLzQpPcc18Fm9ckhV", "txHash": "0xf7c91d4ac6c500cf69105506ad1a999618f7c8ea74a476b6bdc4de0b20df0d15", "createdAtBlock": 16873985, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6381, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Jerret of the Sacred Pillars\n\nIn the days of old, when the Forgotten World was still young and full of wonders, there lived a troubled mind amongst his peers. Archmagus Jerret of the Sacred Pillars was his name, and he hailed from truly noble beginnings. The only child of a great line of Jerrets who had been nobles for millennia, ruling over the lands to the north east of the Sacred Pillars region.\n\nJerret's early life was one of abundance, for his parents were wealthy beyond measure and spared no expense in his upbringing. He was bestowed a great education from the finest professors in the land, but alas, he was deemed as somewhat of an outsider amongst his peers due to his vivid imagination and fairly aloof personality.\n\nA combination of a wanting for nothing and a carefree attitude led him down a dark path in his early adulthood. Corrupted by his life of privilege, he descended into a life of sin and an overzealous addiction to opioids, wine and women for many a decade.\n\nBut as fate would have it, the night of his sixtieth solar orbit would prove to be the beginning of his true journey in life. The Sacred Pillars called out to him, their ancient voices echoing through the halls of his mind.\n\nWith a flash of bright white light, a vision was shown to him. It was a glimpse of what his future would entail, for he would travel the Forgotten World, train alongside a powerful wizard in a forest, communicate with animals, fly on some kind of creature, live amongst the natural habitat, and cast powerful spells with a bright pink staff."}
{"id": "b982045c-992c-405b-be8e-174a5f29330b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:21:49.426", "backgroundColor": "#9db687", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8SBvP1Q6Cig72onjPeEo1rVHFkBLzQpPcc18Fm9ckhV", "txHash": "0xf7c91d4ac6c500cf69105506ad1a999618f7c8ea74a476b6bdc4de0b20df0d15", "createdAtBlock": 16873985, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6381, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "In the months that followed, Jerret was consumed by his vision. He spoke to family members about it over and over, hoping that their past may help him unravel what he had witnessed. But his questioning amounted to very little, for none could remember anyone in their family ever possessing any kind of magical powers.\n\nAnd so, his quest for knowledge and enlightenment led him to an old chest deep inside one of the family homes' basements. Inside was a glowing bright pink staff, it was about five feet long and made of a sturdy but lightweight material with the engraving 'magna potestas in terra abscondita est' along the handle.\n\nThe discovery of the courage staff was the enlightening Jerret needed, and he set out on a journey to unlock his true potential. He travelled the Forgotten World in search of answers and the mysterious Wizard from his glimpse. Far and wide, over many moons he wandered through Dream Master Lake, The Wild, The Carnival Pass until he reached the deep south of The Thorn, where his vision became a reality.\n\nIt was there that he met the wizard he had long searched for, and he submitted himself to the wizard in return for him training him in the ways of the Green Wizards.\n\nJerret's heart was filled with both wonder and trepidation as he gazed upon the wise wizard who stood before him. The wizard's long beard, as white as snow, flowed down to his waist and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold within them the knowledge of ages.\n\nWith great reverence, Jerret fell to his knees and presented the courage staff to the wizard. The wizard studied the staff for a moment, then nodded approvingly.\n\n\"So, you are the one who has been called,\" the wizard said in a voice that rumbled like distant thunder. \"The Sacred Pillars have chosen you to wield the power of magic.\""}
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{"id": "f10cae56-7fe9-479e-a0ed-31893507bc59-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-21T17:04:06.563", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSNLoQD33ddMCZcZsqBCm8mrFHBqB2iDZMYaGPtZPCSJx", "txHash": "0xe45963a870ee51e489d88256dbc7b6df6bcbe3f199d24a372a6b51e22129e9ae", "createdAtBlock": 16877373, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4403, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://ordinals.com/content/c1a4132054cd52cefd82fb36a71162c83e655f24f0998d036eda0777d64fa783i0", "name": "Enchanter Gary of Avalon", "text": "# A bored enchanter \n\n_This is the story of enchanter Gary_*\n\nGary woke up one morning and mistakenly slided on his magic rod\n\n*An orange portal opened in front of Gary*\n\n> Holy Molly, Guacamole  \n\n\nGary went into the orange portal and never came back\n\n\n\nhttps://ordinals.com/inscription/c1a4132054cd52cefd82fb36a71162c83e655f24f0998d036eda0777d64fa783i0\n\nTeleburn address: 0xaf9c46f8fefa003428a5104d4bf5434219b717d8\n\nhttps://twitter.com/0xGrug"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "# Geochemistry of Surface Waters Around Four Hard-Rock Lithium Deposits in Central Europe\n### Jonas Toupal1,*, David R. Vann1, Chen Zhu2 and Reto Gier1,3\n#### 1\tDepartment of Earth and Environmental Science, University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, PA, 19104-6316, USA\n#### 2\tDepartment of Geological Sciences, Indiana University, Bloomington, IN, 47405, USA\n#### 3\tCenter of Excellence in Environmental Toxicology, University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, PA, 19104-6316, USA\n#### *\tCorrespondence: toupal@sas.upenn.edu\n#### Disclaimer: This is a not-the-most-up-to-date manuscript of the work and not formatted perfectly. Additionally, figures are not included. The most up to date and correct version is found at here.\n### Abstract:"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "### Abstract: \nThere are several Li-mica and spodumene deposits in Central Europe. The Cnovec deposit on the border of the Czech Republic and Germany is the largest known hard-rock Li deposit in Europe and is currently being explored. Weathering and mining of such deposits could release Li and F to the environment. Both elements are associated with potential health effects when ingested via drinking water, yet little is known about the aqueous geochemistry of streams and creeks around Li hard-rock deposits. In this study, we sampled surface waters (n = 47) near three Li-mica and one spodumene deposit to examine a potential public health risk resulting from the weathering of Li-minerals. At the Cnovec and Homolka (also in the Czech Republic) sites, several water samples have elevated Li contents relative to those in typical surface waters, but they are all below the U.S. EPA-recommended threshold of 0.7 mg/L. Three of the ten samples from Cnovec contain F in concentrations that are above World Health Organizations 1.5 mg/L drinking water limit, and thus these waters (max. concentration: 3.8 mg/L) may represent a public health hazard. Based on geochemical modeling and statistical analysis, the lithium in the water comes from Li-micas and the fluoride is derived from a combination of Li-micas and fluorite, depending on the specific site analyzed. Lithium seems to be scavenged by clay minerals. \nKeywords: Lithium; zinnwaldite; spodumene; fluorosis; PHREEQC; mining."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-2", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "### 1. Introduction"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-3", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Lithium (Li) is a strategic metal, important to the current and future energy infrastructure. Lithium-ion batteries are utilized in mobile phones, computers, and electric vehicles (EVs), as well as for electric energy storage technologies, such as large-scale batteries to store electricity produced by solar and wind power plants (Li et al., 2019; Liu et al., 2019). The use of these appliances and devices has increased significantly in the past years and is likely to keep boosting the demand for Li in the near future (Greim et al., 2020; Martin et al., 2017). There are other applications for Li beyond electronics: it is incorporated, for example, in glass, ceramics, glass ceramics, lubricating greases, pharmaceuticals (to treat bipolar disorder, manic depression, and Wilsons disease; (Loganathan et al., 2008; Mayo Clinic, n.d.; Swain, 2017)), air treatment, polymer production, and aluminum production, amongst others (e.g., (Bradley et al., 2017a; Martin et"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-4", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "(Bradley et al., 2017a; Martin et al., 2017)). Additionally, the nuclear sector uses Li to produce tritium (3H), a fuel for nuclear fusion. Even if the success of EVs penetrating the market is limited, Li might still be a sought-after metal in the future should nuclear fusion become economically viable (Kovari et al., 2018). It has also been suggested that liquid Li may keep the fusion process stable, which would create immense demand for Li (Ono et al., 2017). The amount of Li these various sectors consume today is not changing dramatically, except for the battery industry. In 2014, rechargeable batteries were responsible for only about 29 wt.% of the Li produced worldwide, whereas glass and ceramics accounted for 35 wt.% (Bradley et al., 2017b); in 2019, however, batteries consumed 65 wt.% of the Li produced, and glass and ceramics only 18 wt.%, reflecting the increase in popularity of portable electronics and EVs (USGS, 2020)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-5", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The majority of Li (58% by weight) is supplied from brine deposits located in the so-called ABC triangle (the border area of Argentina, Bolivia, and Chile), in SW China (e.g., Zhabuye Lake, Tibet), and in the southwestern USA (e.g., Clayton Valley, NV) (Bradley et al., 2017a; Swain, 2017). Even though production of Li from brine deposits is, under current economic and technological conditions, relatively cheap (approximately 50% cheaper than production from hard rocks), interest is now also directed at deposits hosted by pegmatites and granites (Flexer et al., 2018; USGS, 2015). In Europe, for example, there is a strong momentum to create a vertically integrated EV supply chain, from mining to battery manufacture to vehicle assembly, as evidenced by the latest ERA-MIN3 (ERA-MIN3, 2021, p. 3) project or in other publications (Gourcerol et al., 2019; Lebedeva et al., 2017). With no brine deposits on the European continent, the hard-rock deposits are being considered for exploitation (Gourcerol et al., 2019)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-6", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Several Li-bearing minerals of economic value occur in hard-rock deposits, with the most important being: the Li-pyroxene spodumene (LiAlSi2O6), the phyllosilicates petalite (LiAlSi4O10), lepidolite (KLi2Al(Si4O10)(F,OH)2) and zinnwaldite (KLiFe2+Al(AlSi3O10)F1.5(OH)0.5), and the phosphate amblygonite (Li,Na)AlPO4(F,OH). The terms lepidolite and zinnwaldite are not valid mineral species, but rather refer to a series of compositions ranging between the species polylithionite (KLi2Al(Si4O10)(F,OH)2) and trilithionite (K(Li1.5Al1.5)(AlSi3O10)(F,OH)2) and between siderophyllite (KFe2+2Al(Al2Si2O10)(OH)2) and polylithionite, respectively. Most current operations focus on obtaining Li from spodumene (e.g., Greenbushes Deposit, Western Australia; Pervomaisky Mine, Southeastern Russia; Tanco Mine, Canada; (MIR, 2008)). Other mineral deposits currently explored include"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-7", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "2008)). Other mineral deposits currently explored include a zinnwaldite deposit in Cnovec, Czech Republic and a lepidolite deposit in Central Vietnam (Breiter et al., 2019; Hien-Dinh et al., 2017). The Cnovec site is unusual, as historically, it was mined for tin (cn in Czech) and tungsten, and many underground tunnels persist. The first records of mining in this area are from the second half of the 15th century, and the oldest known underground shaft dates to 1686 (Richter, 2018). Mining on the German side was halted after World War II, on the Czech side in the year 1990 (Richter, 2018). During the previous mining activities Li was not a valuable commodity, but now, companies are considering re-opening the mining operations specifically for the extraction of this metal (European Metals, 2019)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-8", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Information on the environmental impacts of obtaining Li from granite and pegmatite deposits is relatively scarce (Bradley et al., 2017a). Landscape alteration, such as open pit mines, and related silicate dust plumes are major physical impacts, typical of any type of surface mining. Some projects, such as the exploitation of the Cnovec deposit, are proposed as underground operations (European Metals, 2019). In both situations, leaching of tailings and wind dispersion of tailing dust will be a major environmental and health concern. Leaching of both tailings and ore-containing rocks, induced or facilitated by weathering and mining, is likely to impact water geochemistry. For example, a water quality study of tailing ponds around mined spodumene pegmatites in South Dakota reported pH values of 8  10, which were interpreted as reflecting equilibration with orthoclase and plagioclase (Rahn et al., 1996). The authors of this investigation further documented low concentrations of heavy metals, but"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-9", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "documented low concentrations of heavy metals, but did not analyze the waters for Li. There are, to the best of our knowledge, only two other studies that examined the geochemistry of waters near Li hard-rock deposits and also included data for Li concentrations. Near a spodumene deposit in Southeastern Ireland, researchers analyzed 115 samples of both surface and ground water (Kavanagh et al., 2017). The Li concentration in the surface waters ranged up to 91 g/L, with an average of 20 g/L, whereas that in the groundwaters ranged up to 97 g/L, with an average of 23 g/L. These scientists further reported that in general, typical Li concentrations in fresh waters are between 1 and 20 g/L(Kavanagh et al., 2017), consistent with the global riverine mean of 1.9 g/L (Huh et al., 1998). In the second study, researchers focusing on the environmental impacts of the C57 Gonalo spodumene mine in Portugal (Rodrigues et al., 2019) collected ten"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-10", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "(Rodrigues et al., 2019) collected ten water samples with a Li concentration ranging from 6.9 to 74.1 g/L. They further stated that the typical concentration of Li in freshwaters in Portugal ranges between 1 to 10 g/L. Both of these studies, thus, show that Li concentration is elevated near spodumene deposits. Another study aimed to quantify the environmental impacts of Li hard-rock mining in the largest Li mine in Asia, the Jiajika mine in China (Gao et al., 2021). This investigation, however, focused on As and some heavy metals, and neither Li nor fluoride (F-) were analyzed. The authors were able to show that the concentrations of the elements of interest in the nearby streams adhered to the World Health Organization (WHO) drinking water limits, except for As, Pb, and Mn in some samples, and that pH was higher and dissolved oxygen lower near tailings (Gao et al., 2021)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-11", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Lithium is considered a dangerous metal by the Danish Environmental Protection Agency (Kjlholt et al., 2003) and is listed as such in the Australian Inventory of Chemical Substances (AICS, 2007). The US Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) recommends a threshold of 0.7 mg/L for Li in drinking water based on a Lowest Observable Adverse Effect Level resulting in nephrotoxicity in humans receiving long-term Li therapy for treatment of manic depressive disorders (Tripathi, 2011), but does not define a maximum contaminant level (US EPA, 2021). While Li is used in pharmaceuticals to treat depression, bipolar disorder, and mania (Loganathan et al., 2008; Mayo Clinic, n.d.; Swain, 2017), there is a suite of known side effects resulting from Li intake, including poor memory, unusual weakness, dizziness, slow heartbeat, renal failure, and interference with several biological processes (Mayo Clinic, n.d.; Tanveer et al., 2019; US EPA, 2008). Patients receiving lithium orally take between 300  1200 mg of Li two to three times a day (Mayo Clinic, n.d.). Therapeutic serum dosage is on the order of 10 mg/L Li in blood; at 20 mg/L, the concentration can be fatal to humans (Aral and Vecchio-Sadus, 2008). In plants, Li phytotoxicity manifests itself as necrosis, or breakdown of chlorophyll (Tanveer et al., 2019)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-12", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Table 1. Average bulk chemical composition and main minerals of the four studied hard-rock deposits (wt.%). Mineral abbreviations are as follows: Ab = albite; Kfs = K-feldspar; Qz = quartz; Znw = zinnwaldite; Tpz = topaz; Fl = fluorite; (Li)-Ms = (Li)-muscovite; Ap = apatite; Amb = amblygonite; Tur = tourmaline; Pl = plagioclase; Spd = spodumene.\n\tCnovec\t\tHomolka\t\tPodles\t\tRappold Complex*\n\tGranite \tGreisen\t\tGranite\t\tStock Granite\tDike Granite\t\tPegmatite\nSiO2\t73.93\t69.25\t\t72.93\t\t73.80\t70.10\t\t74.05\nTiO2\t0.02\t0.01\t\t0.04\t\t0.06\t0.02\t\t0.02\nAl2O3\t14.13\t13.71\t\t14.80\t\t14.58\t15.77\t\t14.64\nFe2O3\t0.30\t2.76\t\t0.84\t\t0.30\t0.11\t\t1.89\nFeO\t0.64\t1.81\t\t\t\t0.88\t0.67\t\t\nMgO\t0.10\t0.02\t\t0.16\t\t0.04\t0.02\t\t0.10\nMnO\t0.08\t0.38\t\t0.05\t\t0.02\t0.04\t\t0.47\nCaO\t0.60\t0.44\t\t0.50\t\t0.39\t0.43\t\t0.51"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-13", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Li2O\t0.21\t0.92\t\t0.07\t\t0.13\t0.33\t\t0.07\nNa2O\t3.79\t0.08\t\t3.93\t\t3.19\t4.10\t\t5.04\nK2O\t3.04\t3.28\t\t4.14\t\t4.46\t4.25\t\t1.75\nP2O5\t0.01\t0.02\t\t0.56\t\t0.38\t1.03\t\t0.03\nF\t1.05\t4.45\t\t0.34\t\t1.28\t1.31\t\t\nMajor Minerals\tQz, Ab, Znw\tQz, Ab, Znw\t\tQz, Ab, Li-Ms, Or\t\tQz, Ab, Znw, Tpz\tQz, Kfs, Ab, Tpz, Znw\t\tKfs, Qz, Pl, Ms, Spd\nMinor Li-/F-minerals\tTpz, Fl\tTpz, Fl\t\tTpz, Ap\t\tAmb, Tur, Ap\tTur, Ap, Amb\t\tTur\nSource\t(Breiter et al., 2017)\n(Breiter et al., 2017)\n\t(Breiter and Scharbert, 1995)\n\t(Breiter, 2002)\n(Breiter, 2002)\n\t(Knoll et al., 2018)"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-14", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "*Sankt Radegund bei Graz pegmatites are part of the Rappold Complex, but no geochemical composition of those specific outcrops was available.\nAral and Vecchio-Sadus reviewed the available literature on the toxicity of Li and concluded that at natural background Li concentrations, its toxicity is relatively low for humans (Aral and Vecchio-Sadus, 2008). Additionally, researchers have also examined the possibility that elevated Li concentrations in drinking water may lead to a reduction of crime and suicide rates, but not all studies support this hypothesis (Kabacs et al., 2011; Ohgami et al., 2009; Oliveira et al., 2019). While there are no regulatory limits on the amount of Li in drinking water aside from the EPA-recommendation, the Australian Capital Territory set a limit on the amount of Li allowed to enter waterways (2.5 mg/L (EPR, 2005)). Based on the available information in the literature, we suggest that the Li distribution in the environment near Li deposits should be monitored."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-15", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Apart from Li, Li-micas also contain significant amounts of fluorine (F), which may be released to the environment during weathering. High concentrations of F- in water may cause fluorosis (Khairnar et al., 2015; Li et al., 2016; Perumal et al., 2013; Rango et al., 2012). The WHOs (WHO, 1999) threshold for F- concentration in drinking water is 1.5 mg/L. Ingesting water with F- concentrations between 1.5 and 3.0 mg/L leads to dental fluorosis, symptoms of which range from dental lesions and tooth discoloration to broken teeth (Yadav et al., 2009). Bones begin to show signs of fluorosis above 3.0 mg/L, with symptoms, such as, skeletal lesions, osteosclerosis, and changes in the structures of joints and limbs (Comba and Cinar, 2016). Severe skeletal fluorosis has been shown to interfere with the ability to breathe, as structural ribcage deformation affects proper lung function (Mandal et al.,"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-16", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "deformation affects proper lung function (Mandal et al., 2014). Fluoride can replace the hydroxyl group in hydroxyapatite, which makes up bones (Godebo et al., 2020; Kurdi, 2016; Srivastava and Lohani, 2015). The transformation of hydroxyapatite into fluorapatite has a negative impact on bone density, strength, collagen content and composition, and microstructure (Godebo et al., 2020). Globally, India is suffering the most from elevated F- concentrations in drinking water, but as elevated concentrations have also been observed elsewhere, F- levels are monitored in many parts of the world (Ali et al., 2016; Banerjee, 2015; Beltrn-Aguilar et al., 2010; Fordyce et al., 2007). Because both lepidolite and zinnwaldite, as well as amblygonite may contain considerable amounts of F, water sources near deposits that host these minerals should be analyzed for F- contents."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-17", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The goal of this research was to establish background levels of Li, F-, and other ionic species in waters around four hard-rock Li deposits in Central Europe, one of which is being actively explored and scheduled for production in the near future. If mining were to take place in one of these four deposits, this study provides pre-mining concentrations of these aqueous species and offers a benchmark for potentially required remediation. Additionally, this study aims to understand whether natural weathering of these deposits can lead to dangerous amounts of Li or F- in surface and drinking waters and to a potential public health concern. Finally, the geochemical data could also be used in exploration for Li deposits elsewhere."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-18", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "### 2. Materials and Methods \n#### 2.1. Geological Setting\nWe collected water samples near three Li-mica granite/greisen bodies and one spodumene pegmatite in Central Europe (Figure A1). The granites are products of the Variscan orogeny, which resulted from the collision between Gondwana and Laurasia (Kroner and Romer, 2013). The Variscan subduction ceased at around 340 Ma, but the subsequent isothermal exhumation of the subducted continental crust is thought to be responsible for Late Variscan high-temperature metamorphism and voluminous granitic magmatism (Kroner and Romer, 2013). On the other hand, the Rappold Complex, which includes the Sankt Radegund bei Graz spodumene pegmatites, resulted from of an Eo-Alpine intra-continental collision during the Cretaceous (Gaidies et al., 2008) and is a prominent unit in the Upper Austroapline basement nappes between the Wlz and Saualpe-Koralpe Complexes (Gaidies et al., 2008).\n##### 2.1.1 Cnovec/Zinnwald, Czech Republic/Germany"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-19", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Cnovec is located in the northwestern part of the Czech Republic (Figure A1), on the border with Germany, where the site is known as Zinnwald. The granite/greisen deposit stretches across the border (Figure 1). Geologically, these rocks belong to the Ore Mountains, also known by their German name Erzgebirge or Czech name Krun hory. Historically, Cnovec has been mined for tin and tungsten, but the mines are no longer in operation. Large quantities of Li, however, are hosted by the granites and greisen, representing the largest known Li deposit in Europe and the fourth largest non-brine deposit in the world (European Metals, 2019). Therefore, the site is currently being explored for Li mining. The deposit is rich in the Li-mica zinnwaldite, named after this locality. The host rock, a slightly peraluminous A-type granite, was extensively greisenized, i.e., altered due to interaction with volatiles during solidification of the magma (Breiter et"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-20", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "during solidification of the magma (Breiter et al., 2019, 2017). It is rich in Li2O (0.095  0.962 wt.%) and F (0.62  4.18 wt.%), but poor in P2O5 ( 0.023 wt.%, Table 1, (Breiter et al., 2017)), and contains elevated amounts of Nb, Sn, Ta, and W. The major minerals present are quartz, albite, and zinnwaldite; minor minerals include topaz, fluorite, cassiterite, and zircon (Breiter, 2012). Zinnwaldite, occurring down to a depth of 735 m below the surface, is rich in Fe (8.9  15.2 wt.% FeO), Li2O (2.0  4.4 wt.%), and F (7.0  8.6 wt.%; (Breiter et al., 2019)). The granites were emplaced into the Teplice Rhyolite (Breiter et al., 2019) (see Fig. 1)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-21", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "This site is especially interesting for its history of underground Sn and W mining, which has created tunnels that are now abandoned and drain percolating water. In addition, sand representing old tailings, has been deposited near the topographical peak of the area, where it is exposed to rain and vegetation. This sand is composed of zinnwaldite, quartz, and albite, and contains 0.27 wt.% Li2O (Czech Geological Survey, 2018).\n##### 2.1.2. Homolka, Czech Republic"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-22", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The Homolka granite, occurring in the southern Czech Republic (Figures A1, A2), close to the border with Austria, is in the NW part of the Moldanubian pluton of the South-Bohemian batholith (Breiter and Scharbert, 1995). It is a peraluminous granite rich in Li2O (0.16 wt.%), Rb (400  1500 mg/kg), F (0.5  1.0 wt.%), P2O5 (0.5  1.0 wt.%), Sn, Nb, and Ta, and poor in Ti, Mg, Fe, Ca, Sr, Ba, Zr, and REE (Table 1, (Breiter and Scharbert, 1995)). The major minerals are quartz, albite, orthoclase, and a Li-muscovite, whereas the accessory minerals are topaz, apatite, cassiterite, ferrocolumbite, and rutile (Breiter and Scharbert, 1995). The Li-muscovite is rich in Li2O (1.5  2.15 wt.%) and F (1.7  2.6 wt.%, (Breiter and Scharbert, 1995))."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-23", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "wt.%, (Breiter and Scharbert, 1995)). The Homolka granite has not been mined and is not currently being considered an economic resource of Li, but it forms a large (6 km2), well defined outcrop, surrounded by two-mica granites: Lsenice to the West (Two-Mica Granite in Fig. A2) with no available information on F, Li2O, or P2O5 contents (Ren et al., 2003), and Eisgarn to the East and South (Porphyritic Two-Mica Granite in Fig. A2), which contains an average of 0.22 wt.% F, 0.03 wt.% Li2O, and 0.37 wt.% of P2O5 (Breiter and Scharbert, 1998)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-24", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "##### 2.1.3. Podles, Czech Republic"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-25", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The Podles granite, located in the western Czech Republic (Figures A1, A3) in the Ore Mountains, comprises two types of Li-enriched rocks, the Podles stock granite and a dike granite (Breiter, 2002). Both rock types are relatively rich in incompatible elements, such as Li2O (0.033  0.445 wt.%), Rb (< 2754 mg/kg), Cs (< 253 mg/kg), Sn (< 65 mg/kg), and W (< 99 mg/kg), as well as F (0.6  2.4 wt%) and P2O5 (0.4  1.5 wt%), whereby the stock is generally more enriched (Breiter, 2002). One of these dikes (the thickest found, 7 m across) outcrops in an abandoned quarry, from which granite was extracted (Breiter, 2004) and which floods during major rain events. The Li is hosted by zinnwaldite that is polylithionite-rich in the stock granite, but siderophyllite-rich in the dike granite (Breiter, 2002). The other major minerals are"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-26", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "(Breiter, 2002). The other major minerals are quartz, albite and topaz in the stock granite, and quartz, K-feldspar, albite, and topaz in the dike Additionally, amblygonite and tourmaline are also reported as Li-bearing minerals (Breiter, 2002). Whereas the Podles granite stock and dike granites make up a relatively small area, the surrounding albite-biotite granites have above-average Li2O (~0.033 wt.% (Breiter et al., 2005)) and F (0.5  1.0 wt.% (Breiter et al., 2006)) contents as well. There is also significant tin mineralization (cassiterite) in many parts of the area. The country rock of the granites consists of phyllite."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-27", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "##### 2.1.4. Sankt Radegund bei Graz, Austria\nThere are over 20 known spodumene pegmatites in the Eastern Alps of Austria, which formed during the Cretaceous (Gaidies et al., 2008) and are spatially associated with leucogranites and barren pegmatites (Knoll et al., 2018). In addition to spodumene, the pegmatites contain K-feldspar, quartz, plagioclase, and muscovite, as well as minor garnet and tourmaline (Knoll et al., 2018). The spodumene pegmatites occur as dikes that were intruded into metamorphic rocks. We sampled stream water close to several known pegmatite outcrops near the town of Sankt Radegund bei Graz, Styria (Figures A1, A4). Their lengths are at least 15  20 m each, known to be at least 1.5  3 m thick, and geologically are part of the Rappold Complex (Schuster et al., 2019). The bulk-rock chemical composition given in Table 1 is from a different pegmatite within the Rappold Complex, because the outcrops near which we sampled did not have geochemical data available. The host rocks of the spodumene pegmatite outcrops in the sampling area are paragneiss and mica-schist; other prominent metamorphic rocks occurring within the studied watershed include marble and occasional dolomite, which both belong to the Schckelkalk Formation (Flgel et al., 2011; Knoll et al., 2018). \n#### 2.2. Sampling"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-28", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "#### 2.2. Sampling\nHydrology (Figures 1 and A2-A4) was mapped in ArcGIS (Version 10.5) using the Hydrology toolset with the 30-Meter Shuttle Radar Topography Mission digital elevation model (DEM) downloaded from https://dwtkns.com/srtm30m/. Water-sampling points were then selected to best reflect the environment near a given deposit by aiming for sample collection at stream intersections, where available, to represent the largest possible area. Samples were collected within a given deposit, downstream from the deposit, as well as upstream where possible. The latter was not achievable in the cases of Cnovec and Homolka, where the deposits represent the highest-elevation peaks in the area (see Fig. 1, 2). The general sampling density ranged from 1 sample per 0.5 km2 to 1 sample per 3 km2, depending on the nature and area of the deposit and the number and size of nearby streams. Where possible, we sampled streams that were similar in terms of water flow, slope, and shape to minimize erosion effects on the geochemical signatures but, as expected, streams closer to the deposits and at higher elevations tended to be smaller than those downstream. Additionally, some streams could only be accessed at a few places as they were running through private properties, therefore limiting our efforts in this realm. Sampling took place in July and August 2020."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-29", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Our sampling procedure followed (Hem, 1985), except for the filtration step. We chose not to filter our samples in order to not only quantify the dissolved load, but also the exchangeable fraction to obtain a better understanding of the mobility of Li in these environments, as suggested by the US EPA (Puls and Barcelona, 1989). Water samples were collected into 250 mL polyethylene bottles. Temperature, pH, dissolved oxygen, and electric conductivity were determined directly in the field using a handheld Vernier digital probe (LabQuest 2). Alkalinity was measured in the field using an Hach 2444301 Alkalinity Test Kit, Model AL-AP. The samples were subsequently acidified to pH 2 with nitric acid and stored in a refrigerator at ~4C until further analysis; the only exception was the air travel from the Czech Republic to Philadelphia, USA, during which the samples were in the cargo hold of the airplane, where the temperature typically is ~7C."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-30", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Average precipitation over the area of the Czech Republic for July of 2020 was 68 mm, lower than the 88 mm average for July between 1981 and 2010 (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020a). August was wetter than normal, with 111 mm compared with the 80 mm average (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020a). Mean daily temperatures were normal for July and hotter for August, at 17.7C and 18.8C, respectively, compared to long-term average values between 1981 and 2020 of 17.8C and 17.3C, respectively (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020b). In general, the Czech Republic, especially the western and northwestern (Podles and Cnovec sites) regions, was experiencing a drought in the summer of 2020, apparent in the field as many desired sampling-point streams were dried out (Gvozdikova et al., 2020; Svabenicka et al., 2020). Our labeling scheme follows the first letter of the deposit (e.g., C for Cnovec) and numbers from 1 up, skipping numbers where we aimed to sample, but the site was dry."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-31", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The water from the Cnovec Deposit was sampled on August 11, 2020. This site is on the eastern flank of the Erzgebirge. The flow of the nearest monitored river, the Blina, was much lower in July 2020 than in previous years (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020c). This was evident in the field, as four sites we aimed to sample were dried up. The weather alternated between cloudy and sunny, and the temperature ranged from 18 to 24C. A total of 10 samples were collected, one of which was an underground sample (labeled CMine), collected on the German side of the deposit in an old tin mine, which now serves as a tourist attraction.\n\nThe streams around the Homolka Granite deposit were sampled on July 13 and July 14, 2020. The flow rate of the Lsenice river (connecting H10 and H11 in Figure A2) shows slightly above-average values relative to historical data (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020c). During sampling, the weather was sunny, ranging from 14  20C over the course of the day. A total of 16 samples were collected.\n\nThe Podles Granite water was collected on July 29, 2020. The site is on the eastern flank of the Erzgebirge, in the rain shadow; in 2020, it received even less rainfall than normal (Svabenicka et al., 2020). Recorded flow for July 2020 in the nearest monitored river, the Ohe, was significantly below the historic mean or median values (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2020c). Several sampling sites were dry here as well. The weather was warm (20  25C) and sunny during the sampling. A total of 11 samples were collected."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-32", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The water samples from the Sankt Radegund Pegmatite field were collected on August 8, 2020. The water level of the nearest monitored river, the Raab river, was slightly above average values during the sampling (Austrian Hydrometeorological Service, 2020). The day was sunny, with temperatures ranging from 19 to 24 C. A total of 10 samples were collected.\n#### 2.3. Geochemical Analysis\nThe water samples were transported to the Department of Earth and Environmental Science (EES) at the University of Pennsylvania in order to perform chemical analyses by Inductively-Coupled Plasma Optical Emission Spectrometry (ICP-OES) and Ion Chromatography (IC). The following elements were analyzed by ICP-OES: Li, Na, K, Rb, Cs, Mg, Ca, Mn, Fe, Al, Si, and Cu. Using IC, the following anion concentrations were determined: SO42-, Cl-, F-, and PO43-. The HCO3- content was calculated from the alkalinity. The excess nitrate concentration, which resulted from the acidification of our samples, led to an overlap with the sulfate peak on the ion chromatograms. Therefore, sulfur was subsequently also analyzed by ICP-OES. We used six preliminary non-acidified samples from the Cnovec area, collected in the summer of 2019, that we analyzed on both IC and ICP-OES and the sulfate concentrations agreed well (within 92%).\n#### 2.4. Statistical Analysis\nOne-way cross correlation of all of our analyzed elements and anions as well as physical parameters (elevation, dissolved oxygen, pH, temperature, alkalinity, conductivity) was performed in Python (version 3), using the numpy as well as scipy.stats packages. Linear regressions of several of the more correlated variable pairs were also calculated."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-33", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "#### 2.5. Geochemical Modeling\nSpeciation and mineral saturation indices were modeled using PHREEQC (version 3.5, run on a Mac version 10.14, (Parkhust and Appelo, 2013)). Saturation indices allow us to make thermodynamic predictions about certain mineral precipitation/dissolution processes. For these calculations, we used the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory thermodynamic database (llnl.dat), distributed together with PHREEQC, and augmented it by the thermodynamic data (log K = 15.6847) for zinnwaldite from (Ogorodova et al., 2010). We used the following dissolution equation of zinnwaldite:\nKLiFeAl2Si3O10F2 + 8 H+ = K+ + Li+ + 2 Al3+ + Fe2+ + 2 F- + 3 SiO2 + 4 H2O\t\t\t(1)\nmodeled with the theoretical composition as presented in (Ogorodova et al., 2010) and shown in equation (1)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-34", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Additionally, inverse modeling with PHREEQC was carried out to complement the saturation indices and examine, using a different approach, which minerals in the Cnovec area have most likely been dissolved. The method was described in (Zhu and Anderson, 2002). We assume the initial water is rainwater with a composition of that sampled at the Bedichov, CZE monitoring site (Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2007). The final water is that of the collected stream samples. The increase of the chemical constituents in the final water, compared to the rainwater, was assumed to be caused by the weathering of local rocks. Specifically, we assume that the Li is derived from the dissolution of zinnwaldite, F- from the dissolution of zinnwaldite and fluorite, Cl- from biotite (in the Teplice Rhyolite) and atmospherically dry-deposited halite (Drever, 1988), Mg from biotite, and sulfate from gypsum. The mass balance of Al and Si was achieved from the dissolution"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-35", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "of Al and Si was achieved from the dissolution of feldspars (albite, K-feldspar and anorthite), biotite (Mg-endmember phlogopite), and zinnwaldite, and from precipitation of the three clay minerals kaolinite (Al2(Si2O5)(OH)4), allophane (Al2O3)(SiO2)1.3-22.5-3H2O, amorphous), and imogolite (Al2SiO3(OH)4). Apatite (with a theoretical composition of Ca5(PO4)3(F0.8,(OH)0.2) was also included as a potential source of Ca and F-. Goethite was included as a sink of Fe. Ion exchange between clays and Li, Na, K, and Ca was allowed, and is presented as LiX, NaX, KX, and CaX2 (Carroll, 1959); Li is scrubbed by clays very rapidly (Li and Liu, 2020; von Strandmann et al., 2020), making clay adsorption of Li essential to realistic modeling efforts. As the streams are open to the atmosphere, CO2 (g) and O2"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-36", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "to the atmosphere, CO2 (g) and O2 (g) were used as phases as well. As there can be many combinations of mineral-dissolution processes resulting in the same chemical composition of water, the standard approach is to only consider minimal models (Parkhust and Appelo, 2013), i.e., the fewest number of phases involved in the model, leading to the most essential geochemical reactions considered."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-37", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "### 3. Results\n#### 3.1. Geochemical Analysis\nThe entire set of geochemical data for all water samples can be found in the Appendix, Table A1. Generally, the samples containing the highest amounts of total dissolved solids (TDS) are from the Cnovec site, with sample C14 having the highest values. The highest Li concentrations are observed in the waters from the Cnovec and Homolka sites (Figure 2). Fluoride is highly concentrated in the Cnovec sites, which are also most enriched in Na and Cl. The Homolka site is richer in Al and SO42- than the other sites. Generally, iron and phosphate ions are more concentrated in the Podles site. Sankt Radegund bei Graz has the highest arithmetic mean concentrations of Mg, Ca, SiO2, and HCO3-. Copper showed almost no variation across the four samples and was mostly near the ICP-OES detection limit."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-38", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The major cation and anion distributions of all samples are shown in a Piper diagram (Figure 3). The dominant cations are Ca2+ and Na+, whereas the three major anions are more evenly represented. Waters draining the pegmatite at Sankt Radegund bei Graz are distinct from the other sites, being Ca-HCO3 waters (Figure 3). Streams around the three Li-mica deposits range from calcic to sodic waters, with a few in the Podles site being Mg-rich. Although individual stream samples from these three deposits span the range between sulfate and chloride waters, those from the Homolka site are mostly sulfate-dominated, those from the Cnovec site include the most chloride-enriched, leaving the waters from Podles plotting in between. Upstream samples/samples closer to the source rocks are generally more concentrated in Li and F relative to downstream samples. The mine-drainage water (CMine) is a Ca-Cl water type, and so is sample C14, which is richest in Li and F-. \nAn important result to note is that the stoichiometric ion imbalance (IB) of some of the samples is considerably non-zero (arithmetic mean is 12.9%, with a standard deviation of 6.5%), the highest being 57% for sample C12 (see below). This imbalance drops by about a half for most samples when the speciated imbalance is calculated (using PHREEQC) rather than the stoichiometric imbalance; for C12, for example, the speciated IB has a value of 33.3%.\n### 3.2. Statistical Analysis"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-39", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The arithmetic mean, standard deviation, and maximum concentrations of Li and F- in the waters from the four studied areas are listed in Table 2. Of note are the relatively large standard deviations of Li concentrations for the Cnovec and Homolka sites as well as the large standard deviation for the Cnovec F- concentrations. The Cnovec and Homolka sites show nearly identical maximum and arithmetic mean Li concentrations, yet very different F- concentrations. Correlations between variable element pairs of interest are shown in Table 3, with the cross-correlations of all parameters displayed in the Appendix (Tables A2-A5). The pairs presented in Table 3 were chosen based on chemical makeup of the Li-minerals and magnesium based on its similar ionic radius, resulting in similar environmental behavior (Ogawa et al., 2014). Several strong and significant correlations are observed: between Li and F- in Cnovec and Homolka, Li and Al in the same deposits, Li and Mg in Cnovec"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-40", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "same deposits, Li and Mg in Cnovec and Podles, albeit of opposite signs, Li and Si in Homolka, Li and K in Cnovec and Sankt Radegund bei Graz, and F- and PO43- in Podles. Amongst ions not presented in Table 3 (Tables A2-A5), strong and significant correlations (r > 0.8, p < 0.05) observed in Cnovec are: Li and Ca, Li and K, Li and Cl, Na and Ca, Na and K, Na and Cl, Mg and Ca, Mg and Al, Mg and Cl, Mg and SO42-, Mg and HCO3-, K and Cl-, Al and Cl-, Al and SO42-, Fe and Mn, Cl- and HCO3-, and SO42- and HCO3-. In Homolka, there are significantly fewer strong and significant correlations: Na and Mg, Na and Ca, and Mg and Ca. In Podles, strong and significant correlations are observed between Na and Ca, Na and K, Na and Cl-, Ca and"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-41", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Ca, Na and K, Na and Cl-, Ca and K, Ca and Cl-, K and Cl-, and Fe and Mn. Finally, Sankt Radegund bei Graz presents only Ca and HCO3- as a strong and significant correlation."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-42", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Table 2. Descriptive statistics of Li and F ions in the waters at our four studied sites (mg/L).\n\tLithium\t\tFluoride\t\t\nDeposit\tMean\tStd Dev\tMax\t\tMean\tStd Dev\tMax\t\tn\nCnovec\t0.011\t0.012\t0.036\t\t1.365\t1.408\t3.806\t\t10\nHomolka\t0.013\t0.009\t0.035\t\t0.321\t0.112\t0.544\t\t16\nPodles\t0.006\t0.001\t0.009\t\t0.103\t0.022\t0.140\t\t11\nSankt Radegund\t0.005\t0.002\t0.007\t\t0.062\t0.016\t0.088\t\t10"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-43", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Table 3. Correlation coefficients (r) between Li concentration and that of several ions of interest and between F- and phosphate ions. Star (*) highlights significant correlations (p < 0.05).\nDeposit\tF vs. Li\tSi vs. Li\tFe vs. Li\tAl vs. Li\tMg vs. Li\tK vs. Li\tF vs. PO4\nCnovec\t0.679*\t0.485\t0.146\t0.764*\t0.776*\t0.802*\t-0.110\nHomolka\t0.701*\t0.853*\t0.162\t0.792*\t0.458\t0.231\t-0.452\nPodles\t0.532\t0.319\t0.043\t0.448\t-0.799*\t-0.049\t0.604*\nSankt R.\t-0.270\t0.567\t0.066\t0.140\t0.507\t0.738*\t0.519"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-44", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Special interest was placed on the strong correlation, especially at Cnovec and Homolka, between Li and F- (Fig. 4). In the Cnovec dataset, sample C12, with its low Li (0.003 mg/L) but high F- (3.566 mg/L) contents, is an outlier, which affects the slope of the regression line, causing it to not go through the population of samples with lower Li concentrations (solid green line in Fig. 4). Therefore, we calculated a second correlation for the Cnovec samples without sample C12, yielding a much better correlation (r = 0.985; dotted green line in Fig. 4). The molar F:Li values in zinnwaldite are about 1.5, depending on the exact composition (a microprobe analysis of a Zinnwald mica shows a Li2O content of 3.9 wt.%, and a F content of 6.5 wt.%, yielding a molar F:Li ratio of 1.31 (Tischendorf, 1997)), yet the slope of correlation lines between the corresponding aqueous ionic species is around 30 (36 without the C12 sample) for the two correlation lines (Fig. 4). The Homolka and Podles sites have comparable slopes of ~3, but the correlation is not significant (p = 0.061) in the Podles site. On the other hand, the correlation for the Homolka samples is better (r = 0.701) and highly significant (p = 0.005). The Sankt Radegund bei Graz site shows no correlation (r = -0.270, p = 0.451)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-45", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The Al vs. Li relationship adds additional insight, as it is strong and significant in both the Cnovec and the Homolka datasets (Table 3). Similar to the comparison of the F:Li values between the water samples and micas, we would expect the molar Al:Li values to be between 1 and 2, if the two elements were derived exclusively from the micas, but the slopes of the best-fit lines are about 16 and 14 for Cnovec and Homolka, respectively. The relationship between Si and Al is strong and significant in the Homolka site (r = 0.785, p = 0.001, Table A3) and the slope of the best fit line is 4.5, close to pure feldspar dissolution which would plot near 3. The strong (r = 0.853) and significant (p = 0.000) relationship between Si and Li in the Homolka site leads to a best-fit line slope for the correlation line between the two elements of about 98, much higher than an expected value of 2-4 should both elements be released"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-46", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "expected value of 2-4 should both elements be released from micas only. The strong and significant Mg vs. Li correlations in Cnovec (r = 0.776, p = 0.008) and Podles (r = -0.799, p = 0.002) are interesting as some Mg could likely be substituted into zinnwaldite and some Li into biotite. The strong and significant correlation of K vs. Li in the Cnovec site leads to a best-fit line slope of 15, significantly above the 1:1 ratio expected should they be leached from the same Li-micas, but nearly the same value as for Al vs. Li. The strong and significant correlation between F- and PO43- at the Podles site seems to reflect the presence in the rocks of amblygonite and apatite."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-47", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "3.3. Geochemical Modeling"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-48", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "In general, the water samples examined in greater detail with geochemical modeling tools are undersaturated with respect to zinnwaldite, fluorite, and the feldspars (Figure 5) and supersaturated with respect to kaolinite, allophane, and imogolite (not shown in Figure 5 for easier visualization of the other minerals of interest). In our inverse modeling inputs, this result allowed us to force the undersaturated minerals to dissolve only and the supersaturated phases to precipitate only.\n\nTo examine the outlier in the Cnovec deposit (sample C12) in greater detail, saturation indices (SIs) of minerals known to be present in the area were modeled. Special interest was placed on fluorite because of the high F-, but low Li contents determined for the water at the C12 site (see Fig. 4). Zinnwaldite, albite and K-feldspar are undersaturated at site C12, whereas quartz is near saturation (Fig. 5); fluorite and fluorapatite are also undersaturated. Calcite is included in the model to compare to fluorite at the C12 site. The C14 site features the largest SIs for all minerals (except fluorapatite, at C5), whereby the water appears to be oversaturated with respect to K-feldspar, albite, quartz and fluorapatite. The SIs for the mine water (CMine) are elevated as well, but not significantly higher than, for example, the waters at C3 or C5 (with the exception of albite), neither of which are rich in F- or Li. In general, the waters are undersaturated with respect to the modeled minerals, except for occasionally K-feldspar, albite, and fluorapatite, and they are near equilibrium for quartz and fluorite at all sites."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-49", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The results of the inverse modeling for the water sample from the mine shaft (CMine) and for the fluoride-enriched samples C12 and C14 are provided in Table 4. The composition of the initial rainwater is given in Table A6. We were able to produce several minimal inverse models in each case. We used an uncertainty of 0.05 for CMine, but had to increase it to 0.10 for C12 and 0.15 for C14 to produce balanced models. An uncertainty of 1 means that any initial water is allowed to evolve into any final water; as the number increases, it means that there are likely processes at play that were not accounted for in the modeling (e.g., absorption by vegetation, kinetics). In C14, two models are produced with the only major difference being kaolinite precipitation as opposed to allophane precipitation, which then changes the other phases accordingly. In both models, six-times more fluorite is dissolved compared to zinnwaldite. None of the feldspars nor apatite are predicted"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-50", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "None of the feldspars nor apatite are predicted to supply ions into the solution. The modeling results further suggest that monovalent cations (Li, Na, and K) are predicted to be scrubbed from the solution by clays in favor of Ca, which would be released from the clays into the solution. In C12, five models are produced, with models 1,2,3, and 5 distinguished mostly by the types of clays that precipitate and feldspars that dissolve. Model 4 is different from the other models as significantly more zinnwaldite (99x) is predicted to dissolve. In Models 1,2,3, and 5, fluorite supplies nearly ~232x more F-; in Model 4, this ratio drops to 1.35. Ion exchange suggests Li and K being bound to clays, thus releasing Na and Ca. At the CMine site, nine minimal inverse models were produced. There are mostly two groups of models: Models 1,7, and 8, and Models 2,3,4,5,6, and 9. According to the first group"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-51", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "and 9. According to the first group of models, the same amounts of zinnwaldite and fluorite are dissolved. The other group predicts no fluorite dissolution, suggesting that all F- is derived from zinnwaldite. The major differences within the two groups of models are the Si-Al balance of which feldspars dissolve and which clays precipitate. The ion exchange is similar to C14 in that monovalent cations are scrubbed from solution and Ca released into the solution. At all sites and in all models, CO2 and O2 are removed from the atmosphere and brought into the solution."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-52", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Table 4. Precipitation (-)/dissolution (+) of phases (in mmol) predicted to explain the observed water composition via inverse modeling. Phases are presented in bold. Rainwater from the Bedichov (Table A6, Czech Hydrometeorological Service, 2007) station was used as initial water. Uncertainty used in the models is 15% for C14, 10% for C12, and 5% for CMine.\nC14\tZinnwaldite\tFluorite\tAlbite\tAnorthite\tK-Feldspar\tApatite\tBiotite\tGypsum\tKaolinite\tGoethite\tHalite\tAllophane\tImogolite\tLiX\tNaX\tKX\tCaX2\tCO2(g)\tO2(g)\nModel 1\t0.0140\t0.0855\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.1524\t0.4770\t-0.0360\t0.0000\t2.7544\t0.0000\t0.0000\t-0.0088\t-1.1377\t-0.0750\t0.6108\t1.1323\t0.0029\nModel 2\t0.0140\t0.0855\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.1457\t0.4770\t0.0000\t0.0000\t2.7611\t-0.0327\t0.0000\t-0.0088\t-1.1444\t-0.0683\t0.6108\t1.1323\t0.0029"}
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{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-57", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Model 8\t0.0345\t0.0345\t0.0843\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0245\t0.1443\t0.0000\t-0.0337\t1.6906\t0.0000\t-0.0823\t-0.0302\t-0.7962\t0.0348\t0.3958\t0.5425\t0.3055\nModel 9\t0.0690\t0.0000\t0.0000\t0.0173\t0.0498\t0.0000\t0.0245\t0.1443\t0.0000\t-0.0682\t1.6906\t0.0000\t-0.1169\t-0.0647\t-0.7119\t-0.0495\t0.4131\t0.5425\t0.3141\n \n### 4. Discussion\nThe Li concentrations measured in this study are elevated (over 0.02 mg/L) in five samples, and on average (for Cnovec and Homolka), they tend to plot above average values reported in other studies that measured Li in surface waters (Figure 6). For Podles and Sankt Radegund bei Graz, the Li values resemble typical background values reported in the literature (~0.01 mg/L, (Aral and Vecchio-Sadus, 2008; Kavanagh et al., 2017; Rodrigues et al., 2019))."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-58", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The Cnovec and Homolka mean and median Li concentrations are above those of known drinking water concentrations in Japan and England (Kabacs et al., 2011; Ohgami et al., 2009), the average (which average not specified in the publication) of background Czech waters (n = 5,765), and above the Mackenzie river (Millot et al., 2010), but lower relative to the waters around spodumene deposits in SE Ireland and Portugal ((Kavanagh et al., 2017; Rodrigues et al., 2019), Figure 6). It is important to note that in the SE Ireland study, the Li concentrations measured in the month of July were the lowest (median < 0.01 mg/L) amongst March, May, July, and September, with no correlation to the total amount of precipitation during those months (Kavanagh et al., 2017). However, we believe it is also important to point out that during the collection of our water samples, it was a relatively dry period (see above), which may have affected the Li"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-59", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "period (see above), which may have affected the Li concentrations not only by lowering the weathering intensity but also the dilution effects, therefore the net impact of precipitation is difficult to predict. The maximum concentrations we observed are not nearly as elevated as the outliers in most other studies shown in Figure 6, including the nationwide geochemical study of Czech surface waters, which reported the highest Li concentration (0.114 mg/L) from an area of Permian-Carbonian, Mesozoic, and Tertiary sediments, without any additional details (Chuman et al., 2013). The highest surface water Li concentrations are known from northern Chile near Li-brine deposits, where the concentrations can reach 20 mg/L (Figueroa et al., 2012), about three orders of magnitude larger than the arithmetic mean concentrations reported in our study and in the studies of waters near spodumene deposits in SE Ireland and Portugal (see above). Aral and Vecchio-Sadus reported on communities in Chile using water"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-60", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "reported on communities in Chile using water with Li concentrations approaching 10 mg/L, with no reported adverse health effects, although acquired tolerance may be a factor (Aral and Vecchio-Sadus, 2008). The concentrations we determined are much lower and, moreover, considerably below the EPA-recommended 0.7 mg/L threshold. We therefore conclude that there is likely no public health risk resulting from the Li concentrations of the waters examined for this paper, but additional sampling during spring/fall should be performed for a more complete assessment."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-61", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The stream water F- concentrations were very high around the Cnovec deposit, with a maximum value of 3.8 mg/L (Table 2), well above the WHO drinking water limit of 1.5 mg/L (WHO, 1999). At these concentrations, long-term exposure to this water could result in skeletal fluorosis (Mandal et al., 2014). The arithmetic mean F- concentrations at Cnovec, however, are slightly below the WHO drinking water limit of 1.5 mg/L (see Fig. 7). The arithmetic mean F- concentrations at Cnovec, on the other hand, are much higher than the average concentrations from the Czech Republic (Fig. 7). Whereas the Homolka waters are not nearly as enriched in F- as those at the Cnovec site  likely due to the smaller proportion of F in the respective host rocks (Table 1, (Breiter, 2012; Breiter and Scharbert, 1995))  they are still considerably richer in F- than the typical concentrations in Czech waters (Fig. 7). The mean and median F- concentrations at the Podles site are comparable to the overall concentrations of the Czech Republic, and the waters at the Sankt Radegund bei Graz site did not contain elevated amounts of F- (Table 2, Fig. 7)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-62", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The arithmetic mean of the absolute stoichiometric ion imbalance over all of our samples (IB = 12.86%) is above the generally accepted 5%, but this result is not uncommon in the literature (Fritz, 1994). It can likely be explained by the addition of nitric acid, which resulted in the following four possible errors: 1) it made us unable to measure nitrate and nitrite concentrations and therefore, our anion concentration sum is lower than the true anion concentration sum; in fact, the anion sum is lower than the cation sum in most samples (37 out of 47 samples); 2) we measured sulphate by ICP-OES due to the nitrate peak being too dominant over the sulphate one seen by IC; when analyzing a non-acidified set of preliminary samples from the same area collected in the summer of 2019 (Table A7, arithmetic mean IB = 4.08%) using both the ICP-OES and the IC, the ICP-OES data for sulphate agreed with the IC data at 92%,"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-63", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "sulphate agreed with the IC data at 92%, therefore reporting slightly lower sulphate concentrations than on the IC; cation concentrations were very comparable between the two datasets (compare Tables A1 and A7); 3) alkalinity, used to calculate bicarbonate and carbonate concentrations, was measured with a titration kit in the field, potentially leading to these values also being slightly incompatible with what we would see on the IC; large IB values are in fact commonly blamed on the field alkalinity measurement (Fritz, 1994); and 4) there is a possibility that an important cation for some samples has not been measured, which could explain the 10 samples (e.g., C12, H2) where the cation sum was lower than the anion sum. Additionally, the choice to not filter our samples could also have led to larger IBs due to the possible presence of colloids in our water samples, which may dissolve during acidification (Deutsch and Siegel, 1997). Finally, the speciated IB is typically about half that"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-64", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Finally, the speciated IB is typically about half that of the stoichiometric IB and, in fact, it is <5% for the majority of our samples, and in our most imbalanced sample (C12) it has a value of 33.3%."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-65", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "The highest concentrations of both Li and F- are found in sample C14. An old mining shaft, Star Martin, near the town of Krupka, is located about one kilometer north of this sampling site and at higher elevation (Figure 1). Breiter et al. (Breiter et al., 2017) mapped Krupka as a hidden stock of post caldera zinnwaldite granites. The proximity of this granite stock and the drainage to this underground shaft could be causing the very high concentrations of Li and F-, which are higher than water sampled within the actual Cnovec mine (CMine). At the Homolka site, the three samples most enriched in Li  H3, H4, and H7 (label hidden below H4)  all came from small streams (< 1.0 m wide) directly within the deposit itself (Fig. A2). Not all small streams within the deposit were significantly enriched in Li, however (e.g., H1, H2), although most do plot above at least 0.01 mg/L (e.g., H5,"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-66", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "above at least 0.01 mg/L (e.g., H5, H6, H8). Samples H12 and H13 are from a catchment area in which there are no outcrops of the Homolka granite, and plot at background values (0.006 mg/L). Because two of the three downstream samples (H11, H14) did not show elevated Li concentrations, there seems to exist some Li-removal process(es) further downstream, possibly via uptake by vegetation and/or clay adsorption ((Aral and Vecchio-Sadus, 2008)), or via precipitation of known, natural Li compounds with low solubilities, such as Li-fluoride, -phosphate, or -carbonate (Kavanagh et al., 2017). Alternatively, dilution by mixing with water from other drainage areas could also explain the lower Li concentrations in the downstream samples. In fact, dilution may have a considerable effect on ion concentrations. In another study, for example, significant impacts on the concentrations of Fe, Cu, Zn, and Co due to dilution have been"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-67", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Zn, and Co due to dilution have been observed only 300 meters away from the point source of these elements (Moon, 1999). The magnitude of dilution can be approximated by analyzing stream sediment and taking into account the catchment area of the stream (Moon, 1999). This approach, however, was beyond the scope of our study but might provide valuable insights in a future investigation."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-68", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Inverse geochemical modeling showed that the evolution of water chemistry from rainwater to streamflow samples can be accounted for by dissolving zinnwaldite, fluorite, biotite, gypsum, halite (dry deposition) and CO2, and precipitation of Al-Si phases such as allophane and kaolinite. The decrease of Li in downstream samples was modelled as ion-exchange reactions involving Li species. This approach presents an uncertainty, and, in the future, lithium isotope analysis could represent another constraint to interpreting the lower Li concentrations in downstream samples."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-69", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Weathering and associated Li behavior in river basins have been studied increasingly by using Li isotopes as a proxy for silicate weathering (Penniston-Dorland et al., 2017; Tomascak, 2004; Tomascak et al., 2016; von Strandmann et al., 2020). Typically, congruent weathering (primary mineral dissolution without significant secondary mineral precipitation, (Dellinger et al., 2015)) takes place upstream and leads to larger concentrations of aqueous Li and isotopically light waters (i.e., low 7Li values), similar to the parent rock material (von Strandmann et al., 2020). Further downstream, where secondary mineral precipitation is significant, weathering is termed incongruent and Li concentrations tend to be lower because Li is removed from solution by incorporation into the crystal structure and/or the exchangeable layer of clays (von Strandmann et al., 2020). Accommodation of Li in the exchangeable layer does not lead to much isotopic fractionation, but the Li that is incorporated into the octahedral site of the clays is preferentially the lighter 6Li, leaving the waters enriched in 7Li (Dellinger et al., 2015; Tomascak et al., 2016; von Strandmann et al., 2020). Studying the isotopic composition of our aqueous samples in the future would allow us to evaluate whether the lower Li concentrations downstream are due to clay precipitation (high 7Li) or due to dilution (similar 7Li as upstream)."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-70", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Near the Cnovec site, higher Li concentrations were observed in samples collected closer to the deposit than further downstream, likely pointing to dilution or the mentioned Li-removal processes. Other sites showed no upstream/downstream distinction. Low concentrations of both Li and F- at the Podles site could be explained by the physical size of the Li-enriched granite bodies  their area is relatively small compared to the watershed sampled and, thus, dilution could be effective at lowering the concentration. In the Sankt Radegund bei Graz site, similarly, the pegmatite outcrops are likely too small to have a major impact on the chemical composition of the surface water. The SE Ireland pegmatites form a long chain of pegmatite outcrops (Kavanagh et al., 2017), likely having a larger impact on the local aqueous geochemistry. The samples from the Gonalo mine in Portugal were collected within an active mining area and in a landscape dominated by Li-aplite-pegmatite-sills (Rodrigues et al., 2019), also likely having larger impact on the water geochemistry as a result of the larger area covered. The dominant signature of Mg2+, Ca2+, and HCO3- in the Sankt Radegund waters most likely reflect the weathering of the marble/dolomite Schckelkalk Formation, as indicated by the arithmetic mean SIs for calcite and dolomite, which are near equilibrium (-0.52 and -0.60, respectively) for these waters."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-71", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Lithium is strongly correlated with F- in the three Li-mica deposits, albeit not significantly in the Podles site (Table 3, Figure 4). The strong correlations point to these elements being leached from the same minerals, which would be the Li-micas. The slopes of the F- vs. Li linear regression lines for the Podles and Homolka waters are similar (~3). We would expect the slope to be around 2 if all F- were derived from the micas, based on the theoretical KLiFeAl2Si3O10F2 composition of the model zinnwaldite (see equation (1)). The Cnovec correlation coefficient is comparable to Homolkas (0.679 and 0.701, respectively), but the slope of the correlation line is an order of magnitude larger for the Cnovec data (Fig. 4). This result implies dissolution of an additional F-bearing phase. The water composition at site C12 is an outlier among the Cnovec samples, likely because it represents drainage from a fluorite-rich and"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-72", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "it represents drainage from a fluorite-rich and zinnwaldite-poor vein. Fluorite, and possibly fluorapatite, are the only other minerals in the area that contain F (Breiter et al., 2017) and both are undersaturated at the C12 site (Figure 5). Based on four out of five minimal inverse models (Table 4), the C12 site is most likely explained by near exclusive fluorite dissolution (i.e., very little zinnwaldite); the remaining model (Model 4) predicts fluorite and zinnwaldite to dissolve in comparable amounts, which would require the Li supplied by the zinnwaldite dissolution to be scrubbed by clay minerals, which would be kaolinite in this specific model. At the C14 site, both inverse models explain the excess F- as produced by dissolving six-times more fluorite than zinnwaldite. At the CMine site, the excess F- is due to exclusive dissolution of zinnwaldite, or alternatively, it is caused by dissolution of equal amounts of fluorite and"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-73", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "by dissolution of equal amounts of fluorite and zinnwaldite. No model for any site requires apatite to dissolve or to precipitate, even though it is thermodynamically undersaturated in C12 and oversaturated in C14 (Figure 5). If our inverse modeling results were correct, it would appear that each site is quite different and it is difficult to state conclusively whether zinnwaldite or fluorite are the main phases supplying F-, as the inverse models point in different directions at the different sites. It does appear, however, that fluorite dissolution is more important at sites C14 and C12, whereas zinnwaldite dissolution is more important at the CMine site. A dissolution experiment of the rocks would allow for a better explanation in regard to which minerals are providing the ions we observed in the water, as it would take into account the actual geochemical concentrations in the rock, mineral makeup, kinetics, as well as thermodynamics. We are currently working on such an experiment."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-74", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Lithium also correlates strongly with Al and Si (Table 2), the core building blocks of the mica structure, although only one Si (Homolka) and two Al (Cnovec and Homolka) correlations are significant. While the Si vs. Li correlation is very strong and significant at the Homolka site, the slope of the line approaches 100, i.e., most of the silicon is derived from other sources. At Cnovec and Homolka, the slopes of the Al vs. Li regression lines are ~16 and ~14, respectively, suggesting significant release of aluminum from minerals other than the Li-micas, most likely the feldspars or biotite, also suggested by the nearly identical K vs. Li regression line slope in Cnovec of ~15. The strong and significant Si vs. Al regression in Homolka yields a slope of ~4.5, above the expected value for pure feldspar dissolution (~3), suggesting significant input from the micas. Even though Fe is present in zinnwaldite, it does not"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-75", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Fe is present in zinnwaldite, it does not correlate with Li at any of the sites (Tables A2-A5). Therefore, Fe is likely derived from more common Fe-bearing minerals, such as biotite (predicted to dissolve, for example, at all modelled Cnovec sites; see Table 4), or hematite, which is present in minor amounts in the pink-colored granites. We analyzed the correlation between Mg and Li in view of their nearly identical ionic radii (0.72  and 0.74 , respectively). In Li-brine processing, it is generally difficult to separate Li+ from Mg2+, and as a result, brines with large molar Mg/Li values are not being considered economical Li-sources (Ogawa et al., 2014). The arithmetic mean Mg/Li molar values in Cnovec waters are 69.7, in Homolka 33.0, in Podles 91.5, and in Sankt Radegund 167.7. The seawater Mg/Li value is 7000, which is the major reason why seawater is"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-76", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "which is the major reason why seawater is currently not a source of Li. The molar Mg/Li value of the Great Salt Lake, which is currently being explored as a potential source of Li (Marthi and Smith, 2019), is 133.33, whereas it is 6.6 for the Salar de Atacama, the most productive, albeit not the largest, brine deposit (Kavanagh et al., 2018). The relatively low Mg/Li values of the waters studied here suggest it might be feasible to recover leached Li from the waterways or tailing ponds around hard-rock deposits, especially should the concentration of Li increase as a result of mining operations. Both elements also tend to be incorporated into the clay interlayer or precipitate as part of secondary minerals during incongruent weathering (von Strandmann et al., 2020; Wimpenny et al., 2014), suggesting that perhaps it is this process that leads to the strong correlation (Table 3) rather than primary mineral dissolution. Clay uptake may also be why"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-77", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "dissolution. Clay uptake may also be why the highest Li concentrations reported in the current Czech waters are found near sediment deposits (Chuman et al., 2013). We see a strong positive correlation between Mg and Li at the Cnovec site and a comparably strong negative correlation between these species at the Podles site. While we cannot say much about clay precipitation/uptake of ions without sequential extraction of the sediment/clay minerals or without a Li-isotope study (Li-isotope fractionation most pronounced during secondary mineral formation (von Strandmann et al., 2020)), our inverse models do suggest significant Li removal from solution via clay adsorption and/or precipitation. Our models only consider ion-exchange as we do not have data on how much Li is/would be present in the clays in our study area, which would allow us to model the Li removed from solution by clay precipitation. The best approach to studying the ratio of how much Li is in the exchangeable site compared to the octahedral site"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-78", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "the exchangeable site compared to the octahedral site of the clays in our samples would be via determination of Li isotopic compositions (von Strandmann et al., 2020). Either process (clay precipitation or adsorption) would explain why we find highly Li-concentrated samples near the deposits and low Li concentrations in downstream waters. This lends itself to a future investigation assessing the Li movement in these environments. Adsorption of Li onto clays, as documented in experiments (up to 99% of Li scrubbed by kaolinite in laboratory conditions within 1000 minutes of the experiment, (Li and Liu, 2020)), points to a potential remediation technique for high-Li waters under natural conditions. This method would also work better in lower-Mg/Li waters, as there would be less competition between the ions. We also examined the phosphate correlations due to the presence of amblygonite and fluorapatite at the Podles site, and indeed, there is a strong and significant positive correlation between F- and phosphate at"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-79", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "and significant positive correlation between F- and phosphate at this location. On the other hand, we also observed a relatively strong correlation between F- and phosphate (not significant, however) in the Sankt Radegund bei Graz deposit where no F- or phosphate-bearing minerals have been identified. No strong correlation between Li and phosphate is found at any of the studied sites (Tables A2-A5). Finally, there are several very strong and significant correlations in the Cnovec site, mostly involving Cl-, Na, K, Mg (Table A2). Those are presented as additional clues into the environment examined and could prove important to future investigations of similar deposits, but these strong correlations are much fewer in number at our other studied locations. Lithium correlates very strongly with some of these ions in the Cnovec waters as well (e.g., Ca, Cl-, K). Our inverse modeling results suggest that these correlations could be the result of clay interaction, as Li, Ca, K, and Na are all affected by"}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-80", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "Li, Ca, K, and Na are all affected by clay adsorption/precipitation. It is further important to note that some of these correlations, especially between Si, Al, and Mg, may be an artifact of not filtering the water samples and introducing contributions of microminerals from the areas examined."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-81", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "### 5. Conclusions\nWeathering of Li-mica deposits can result in elevated Li and F- levels in the surface waters in close proximity to these deposits. The most important characteristics impacting the surface water chemistry appear to be: 1) Li and F contents of the rocks; 2) presence or absence of accessory fluorite; 3) the size of the Li-rich granite body relative to the drainage area; and 4) how close to the surface a given Li-rich granite is to have an impact on surface waters. In the case of the studied Cnovec deposit, markedly high F- levels have been observed, which are likely a product of fluorite and zinnwaldite dissolution, depending on the exact site and rock type being drained. The amount of F- present in three of the ten Cnovec samples is considerably above the WHO drinking water limit and represents a public health risk. This risk could be heightened by the development and mining of this deposit as more of these Li- and F-rich rocks would be exposed to the atmosphere, which would result in weathering. However, Li-ores with no or only minimal fluorite may not result in the increased leaching of F- into the waterways, as suggested by our statistical and geochemical modeling work. Dissolution experiments should be carried out on the leaching of Li and F from these rocks to confirm our prediction and pinpoint which mineral is most responsible for the F- input. The Li concentrations in five of the samples analyzed here are above those of average surface waters around the world, but not as high as in two spodumene deposits examined in other studies, likely due to clay uptake of the Li. The measured Li concentrations in waters around the studied Li deposits do not currently pose a public health threat based on the EPA-recommended Li concentration in drinking water."}
{"id": "47981244-b7f1-444e-a79d-9020ee262fdb-82", "createdAt": "2023-01-14T16:43:29.665", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRw5aCxbL7Rwg5NYRQe4As7JAu7bw9a8EJjzGFd19rv9R", "txHash": "0x9adbc31afc238f74a76f03a1a87961d1779c4dd2b95d0345ec727abc3c631831", "createdAtBlock": 16406313, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4766, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Sun", "text": "#### Funding: \nThis research was funded in part by the Water Center at Penn Student Support Program.\n#### Acknowledgments: \nFor guidance early in the conceptualization phase and suggestion of field sites, we thank Dr. Karel Breiter. We also thank Dr. Rainer Sennewald for access to the old Zinnwald tin mine, his insights on local geology, and assistance with sampling. Finally, we thank the two anonymous reviewers for their invaluable feedback and editor Dr. Stefano Albanese for handling our manuscript.\n### References\nAICS, 2007. Australia Inventory of Chemical Substances.\n\nAli, S., Thakur, S.K., Sarkar, A., Shekhar, S., 2016. Worldwide contamination of water by fluoride. Environmental Chemistry Letters 14, 291315.\n\nAral, H., Vecchio-Sadus, A., 2008. Toxicity of lithium to humans and the environment - A literature review. Ecotoxicology and Environmental Safety 70, 349356.\n\nAustrian Hydrometeorological Service, 2020. Hydrology of Austria.\nBanerjee, A., 2015. Groundwater fluoride contamination: A reappraisal. Geoscience Frontiers 6, 277284.\n\nBeltrn-Aguilar, E.D., Barker, L., Dye, B.A., 2010. Prevalence and Severity of Dental Fluorosis in the United States, 1999-2004. NCHS Data Brief 53.\n\nBradley, D.C., McCauley, A.D., Stillings, L.M., 2017a. Mineral-deposit model for lithium-cesium-tantalum pegmatites (No. 2010-5070 0), Mineral deposit models for resource assessment, Chapter O. U.S. Geological Survey, Reston, Virginia."}
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{"id": "a2c7a6e5-636c-4378-aea0-7f1f1a3f6dba-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-21T22:15:16.455", "backgroundColor": "#1e0402", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQD8bdfv1PHwpHVrcekYywN7i8kPRECfGtAt7NWJXtM8W", "txHash": "0xadcf1975191a28a30d363f3e39e8043cc8f496f9c3da692a71c2521ed899f2f9", "createdAtBlock": 16878908, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2521, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQYbRZojdfRjRTma5o8HdqtUi1weP7dJdtzzhVHi2pU6W", "name": "Althia Exterminator of Destiny", "text": "# Althia Exterminator of Destiny\n---\n\n# - Inner Demon -\n---\n\nThere is something beautiful about watching the world burn. The flames dance and flicker, and the screams of the dying are like music to my ears. The chaos is a thing of beauty, a symphony of destruction that I have composed.\n\nI know that others may see me as evil, but to me, it's just the way of things. The strong will always prey on the weak, and the world is full of weaklings who are too afraid to take what they want. I am not afraid. I will take what I want, and I will destroy anyone who stands in my way.\n\nI imagine the chaos that would ensue if I were to set fire to everything I see. The screams of terrified people would be music to my ears. I can almost taste the smoke and feel the heat on my skin. This is my true calling, and nothing can stand in my way.\n\nBut then, a small voice whispers in the back of my mind. It's the other half of me, the one that wants to do good in the world. It tells me that what I am planning is wrong, that innocent people will be hurt. I try to silence the voice, but it persists, urging me to reconsider.\n\nI am torn between these two conflicting parts of myself. One wants to bring about destruction and chaos, while the other wants to prevent it. But deep down, I know which side I truly belong to. The darkness within me is too strong to ignore.\n\nI embrace my villainous persona once again, reveling in the thought of the world burning at my feet."}
{"id": "65cb1e89-bddb-4a72-97b7-0b2dd8e20335-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:56.164", "backgroundColor": "#470336", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNiRkgVehDno1rs7wDwsH4uPudLawRPrKwHpT4vbXJvBK", "txHash": "0x0b81732d36781951f446d3a3ba07bfeb8c1eb644d11ba2a3567a71520b114a3e", "createdAtBlock": 14184180, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "The antagonist to the story of Hestia, he was once a student of the Halls of the Hallowed. Soon after he started studying there, he felt his interest being piqued by the darker elements of alchemy, the ones that were hidden away by the other scholars. There was a reason for that knowledge to be forbidden. Since the dawn of man, mankind has had the audacity to challenge the laws of nature, almost always resulting in arcane knowledge that would take away from the balance of life instead of searching for ways to better it. After his departure from the Halls of Hallowed, he started to amass wealth, knowledge and an army of undead behind his cause.\nBy the time he made himself known to the masses, he was transformed beyond recognition, no longer the frail student at the Halls trying to experiment but rather a formidable opponent of the forces of good. He now stands once more face to face against Hestia, the only one who recognised the person behind the Necromancer, behind his altered appearance and behind his new name as Black Goat of the Event Horizon. The things the Necromancer has gathered in his period of disappearance are the artifacts of legends and tales, and a closer look is needed to understand the amassed power of the Necromancer."}
{"id": "65cb1e89-bddb-4a72-97b7-0b2dd8e20335-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:56.164", "backgroundColor": "#470336", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNiRkgVehDno1rs7wDwsH4uPudLawRPrKwHpT4vbXJvBK", "txHash": "0x0b81732d36781951f446d3a3ba07bfeb8c1eb644d11ba2a3567a71520b114a3e", "createdAtBlock": 14184180, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "The first adventure he undertook to found ancient relics was to find an artifact of the fabled arcane user Merlin. Merlin is often seen as the founder of the Halls of the Hallowed, although no one has ever proven the mythical arcanist ever roamed the continent for real. But the Necromancer did. In ancient scrolls he found the location of Merlins crypt. He emerged from the crypt victorious and gained a new ally in his fight against the forces of light. At first, it would seem that Merlins Monkey was an ordinary animal but he has been reanimated by the Necromancer, and in his brain reside the memories of Merlins experiments and research, something the Necromancer uses frequently to further his understanding of the arcane arts. The monkey itself is also a quick and vicious foe in battle, fighting from the shoulder of his master or jumping from enemy to enemy and clawing away at their throats or eyes."}
{"id": "65cb1e89-bddb-4a72-97b7-0b2dd8e20335-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:56.164", "backgroundColor": "#470336", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNiRkgVehDno1rs7wDwsH4uPudLawRPrKwHpT4vbXJvBK", "txHash": "0x0b81732d36781951f446d3a3ba07bfeb8c1eb644d11ba2a3567a71520b114a3e", "createdAtBlock": 14184180, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "After this, he needed more power for himself. He started experimenting with magic that would alter himself in return for dark secrets. Once the Necromancer had a regular face, some would have even called him handsome in the day. Not anymore. Forbidden magic and dark arts come with a price, and one of the first ones the Necromancer had to pay was his face. Slowly but surely with each experiment and each grab for power his head became less and less human and shifted to something supernatural. Now, his face represents the dark and ancient demons he prays to and summons to gather their strength. With horns and a long face, the goat-like appearance has replaced his head fully. His red piercing eyes are alleged mirrors of hell, giving each unprotected person who looks into them the feeling they have stared into the abyss. These people will be haunted with visions and nightmares for the rest of their lives.\nEven with the payoff of his face and his human-like traits, the Necromancer would argue that he gained more than he lost. Because he gave up his own head for the demonic variant he now possesses, he has gained the ability of breathing death all around him. The story goes that he tricked the demons from below in giving him the abilities of their hunter-gatherer on the mortal plane, the Grim Reaper. This creature is supposed to be the one that collects the souls of people who are destined to die and bring them to hell."}
{"id": "65cb1e89-bddb-4a72-97b7-0b2dd8e20335-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:56.164", "backgroundColor": "#470336", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNiRkgVehDno1rs7wDwsH4uPudLawRPrKwHpT4vbXJvBK", "txHash": "0x0b81732d36781951f446d3a3ba07bfeb8c1eb644d11ba2a3567a71520b114a3e", "createdAtBlock": 14184180, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "But now, this power is wielded by the Necromancer. He doesnt send their souls to hell however, instead opting to place them in purgatory, between the living and death, granting him life force from them to gain more powers for himself. Already a few powers under his belt, he felt like he still needed more. Each alchemist or mage in the world one day dreams of discovering a new fundamental understanding of the arcane arts, but few succeed. The Necromancer has done this shortly after leaving the Halls of the Hallowed destroyed. In his search for endless power, he had stumbled upon the grimoire of a dark wizard of centuries ago. In there, he found the beginnings of a spell, and over the course of three years, he has perfected it.\nNow he wields the power of the Death spell. Where the Grim reapers breath is used in close contact with people, the Death spell can be used to kill several people at once even from a far distance. Alchemists and mages have found ways to conceal themselves or others from this spell, but these protections arent for anybody. Because of this, the Necromancer is able to take out opponents even before the conflict reaches a combat stage. Finally, he found himself powerful enough that he just needed one thing more, a rune."}
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{"id": "39e11608-0cc0-456c-88fb-101fb830f433-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-15T22:26:17.469", "backgroundColor": "#141e15", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmURsyrs1QXbppsxUgNv41xNWuohXc6mNdu82oqvRiSkJB", "txHash": "0xfcc4aea5b9bec0c9df5671c3428f512b614daebea83e1217702557dbf45dac76", "createdAtBlock": 16415170, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 465, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Milo of the Wood", "text": "### The Epic Tale of \n# The Green Wizard Milo and the Goblet of Immortality\n\n```\n\nIn Runiverse, where stars did shine,\nA wizard green as the forest pine\nMilo of the Wood, he was known\nWith bright green eyes, hat and cape shown\nAnd a goblet, a prize for deeds most fine\n\nA dragon fierce, in the Hall of Cats\nDid threaten all, with fiery spats\nBut Milo, brave and true\nFought with might and virtue\nAnd saved the hall, with dragon bane cats\n\nThe goblet, a reward for his deeds\nImmortality, it did cede\nA powerful tool, in his hand\nWith it, his magic did expand\nHis foes, by its power, were led\n\nThrough the land, he did roam\nBattling foes, throughout his wooded home\nHis power, it did grow\nAs he faced every foe\nHis legend, in song and tale, did expand\n\nBut with power, came great responsibility\nFor immortality, his soul was the fee\nHe used it wisely and well\nFor good deeds, and feats for sale\nMilo of the Wood, his name echoes still in history."}
{"id": "242f7ee4-51d5-4bde-bba6-145269d98afe-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-22T18:30:28.769", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZv3zEAzvRZPeCMzcNPVbQaegf1uM4MGtM67dyoafvkUi", "txHash": "0x08585f8edacd7fd225ba3a209decc8a729e500dff55aa2ae72b190dfadcf74f6", "createdAtBlock": 16884921, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1433, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Lamia of the Field", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nIn a land far away, beyond the rolling hills and endless green fields, there lived a female wizard named Magus Lamia of the Field. She was known far and wide for her mastery of the arcane arts and her affiliation with the Purple Haze, a mysterious order of magic-users who drew their power from the pulsating hues of the aurora borealis. Magus Lamia was a striking figure, always clad in flowing purple Yoga clothes, and with flowers of every color adorning her hair. Her constant companion was a sleek black cat, who brought her good fortune wherever she went.\n\nDespite her imposing reputation, Magus Lamia was a kind and gentle soul, with a love for all living things. She would spend hours tending to the plants and animals that called the Field their home, and her gardens were renowned for their vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. But when danger threatened, Magus Lamia would draw upon her magical powers to defend her beloved home. Her signature move was the Dragon Firework, a spell that would send a cascade of glittering sparks raining down upon her enemies, leaving them dazzled and disoriented.\n\nMagus Lamia was never without her special Rune of Brass, a powerful talisman that had been passed down to her by her ancestors. It glowed with a warm golden light, and was said to be imbued with the wisdom of the ages. With its aid, Magus Lamia could unlock secrets and mysteries that were hidden to others, and navigate the most treacherous paths with ease. And so she lived, a solitary figure in the Field, but with the power to shape the very fabric of the world around her."}
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{"id": "cc9b8f10-2375-4186-8c82-c66f22556cc4-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T00:13:38.523", "backgroundColor": "#e1c086", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYkDwwyz2p25cxGAzBm9Taep3iLLrhgDEjy4KpXPCQ9dx", "txHash": "0x3c78897d05cb4bc9653c17e260f31760a5306afa3c8165a5f243b928ac5b4feb", "createdAtBlock": 16421171, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2652, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPAiKpqGyUMqiCgV2U1PmjD4FXVkSn4RzzaahrDBZ8d1b", "name": "Magus Jabir of the Oasis", "text": "# Magus Jabir of the Oasis #2652\n\n_Lore of a stranger who came out of the sand_\n\nHardly anything is known about the old traditions today. Above all, little is known about the sub-cult of the Foreign Mages from the Sandlands.\n\n### Traditions & identifying characteristics of the sub-cult. \n\nBeside practical reasons, you will never find out what kind of face is hidden behind the face towel of a Sandland Magus, only the fiery glowing eyes are freely visible.    \nThey usually wear fine, silky fabrics. As well as imposing magic hats, which are also practical especially when the sun is burning.\n\n\n\n## Rumors about Magus Jabir \"of the Oasis\" \n_The Stranger from the sands, known as the Eye of the Desert_ \n\n*Magus Jabir* is mainly found in the region around the > Zaros Oasis. But watch out, he sees you long before you would notice. \nHe possesses one of the rare and powerful Orb Staves. The orb of an orbital fragment of bygone times and worlds , grants channeling magic to its wielder. He can use it to form a desert eye that carries his spirit across the dunes and spy everything that doesn't have sand in its heart & soul.\n\nPssst he is said to be accompanied by an psychic rabbit, which is said to be poisonous. Caution is advised! \n\nAlso not to be forgotten is that he carries the *Rune of Water *. He will always find a way to survive in the desert, the oases calling his name as he listens to the wind in the sandlands."}
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{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "#  A Gift to Penguin Capital \n\n\nMy supply of fish was running low, so I traveled to Penguin Capital today. As youd expect, it's a city in the north largely populated by penguins and their allies. It's located in an area central to The Snow, The Expanse, and The Tundra, making it easy to travel between these areas; which are sectioned off by large mountains and ice water. \n\nIt was built long ago with the help of ice mages who sought to protect the feathery critters who were almost hunted to extinction. Penguins had to be strong to survive, especially from the dangerous predators in The Tundra like frost gnomes, yetis, and abominable snow mimics. Now it flourishes as a convenient resting point for those willing to travel throughout the northern region as its central point between key regions of the north benefits friends of the Penguins with easier transport. The mountains surrounding it make for great natural walls, with tunnels carved through them that are heavily guarded for safe commuting in and out of the city.\n\nIt is a city of contrasts, with stark white buildings and dark shadows cast by the towering mountains that surround it. The streets are slick with ice, and the chill in the air is palpable. Despite the harsh environment, the streets are bustling with activity, as penguins and their allies hurry about their daily business.\n\nI sent my trusty owl Mochi with a message to @warrior15502 who lives within, so she could prepare for my arrival. She's somewhat treated as a princess to the Penguins, but as far as I can tell she doesn't care about the clout, just loves all the fish they shower her with in gratitude for her protection. Building a relationship with her was highly beneficial, as she always has a surplus of exotic fish to trade and share."}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "But on the way there, while crossing through The Snow, I spotted a pirate ship which was stranded on expansive snowy white land... far away from any liquid bodies of water. \n\nIt was a creaky old vessel, manned by a group of rugged sailors. They were working hard to get the ship back in shape, patching the holes in the hull and replacing the broken ropes. The decks were cluttered with tools and debris, and the sailors were shouting orders to each other. The ship's figurehead, a mermaid with a crown and sword, was missing an arm, and her face was twisted in a grotesque grimace.\n\n\nIt seems that the pirate crew had made a grave mistake in navigation while en route to Donut Atoll in search of the elusive \"Jellybeard's Treasure.\" Whatever that is. They encountered a vicious Strawberry Shortcake Kraken. Ive never heard of it before, so I have no clue if they were exaggerating their description or not. According to the crew, the krakens massive body is covered in thick, pink and red striped tentacles that are adorned with sugary-looking pink and white swirls. Its eyes are large and round, with a bright red iris, speckled with white spots that looked like seeds, giving it a menacing yet playful appearance. It's known for its mischievous and playful nature, but it should not be underestimated as it can be quite dangerous when it feels threatened.\n\nThe creature lifted their ship and sent it hurtling across the land and sea, landing them far north in the Tundra. Despite the severity of the incident, it was nothing short of a miracle that the ship managed to land in one piece. The softness of the landing was a clear indication that some form of Aeromancy had been used to cushion the fall."}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-2", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "As I approached the ship, I was filled with hope, as I thought I might be able to trade for something valuable. However, it was clear that the crew was only on this quest because they were painfully poor and banking hard on the treasure to ease their financial troubles. How unlucky for them to be thrown this far. Okay actually, it's somewhat hilarious but I'll hold back my laughter for their sake.\"\n\n\nStill, they were in need of a map since their lack of one was how they got lost in the first place. If they didn't know where they were before, there's no way there'd know where they are now. Of course I happen to carry a few with me, since it's not unlikely you'll find a lost traveler in these parts, but I don't run a charity so they had to negotiate for it.\n\nAs I climbed aboard the rickety pirate ship, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment at the state of the vessel. The ship was in a shoddy condition and seemed to be devoid of anything valuable. The cheap wooden utensils and plates, the pungent smell of cheap beer and wine, and the moldy cheese that seemed barely edible, Its no wonder the crew was in dire need of treasure just to pay off their bills. But as I was about to give up on finding any valuable items, my eyes caught sight of a bundle of fishing poles stacked neatly in a corner of the main deck. It was an unexpected find, but it seemed the crew had a hobby for fishing, and it was something that caught my interest."}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-3", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "Cant imagine being a pirate and disliking fish. Well I happen to know some professional fishers myself who would probably make good use of those. I asked for half their stock of fishing poles in exchange for my map. Of course the deal was clearly in my favor, but their only other option was to remain lost in the north for who knows how long haha. They didn't like it, but they had no choice but to accept the deal. I heard one of the wizards grumble under his breath that they'll never be able to convince the Nightmare Imp for more. They should be fine with the poles they still have left, they're not going to starve or anything... as long as they don't break any along the way back. I gave them some brief instructions on how to get back at sea, winked for luck, and left their ship to continue on the road to Penguin Capital. It's not every day that I have such a chance encounter with a good deal, so I felt pretty lucky keeping that momentum going and negotiating a storm at the capital. Wait, do I want a storm? Yes.\n\n_______________"}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-4", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "_______________\n\n\nTwo large Battle Penguins stood in front of the west gates into the capital. As I approached they puffed out their chests to look more intimidating...how cute lol. But it only took a moment for them to recognize me. Normally you'd need a special identification pass to enter the capital, but I visit so often that I pretty much never need to show it. The guards recognized me, and quickly waddled over to a large drum that rested alongside the gate. One of them took out a pair of fish bones from somewhere under his belly feathers and began beating on it. They always try acting so tough, but I always end up clapping when they do this because it feels like a circus performance. One of the guards turned back to me and took a bow, as the gates opened behind them. The other guard, looking a bit annoyed, nudged his partner in the side. Probably to remind him that they're on duty. They both looked a bit embarrassed but I can't help humoring them when they're this adorable. With a backpack filled with fishing rods, I made my way through the gates and into the capital. \n\nAs expected, the capital is filled with Penguins waddling and sliding around the snowy town mostly consisting of igloos and other buildings made entirely of ice. Being fortified by ice magic, all of those structures are certain to be stronger than the average brick building. Beautiful snowbell flowers decorated the town around every corner, they seem to be a favorite for the penguins, probably because of the soothing sounds they emit during heavy snowfall."}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-5", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "Ah right, for anyone reading whos never seen a snowbell flower before, they only really grow in this region and I just so happen to sell them all year round. The jingling sound they emit is similar to that of a wind chime, and is very helpful for helping pollinators find them even in the heaviest of snowstorms. Of course, settlers have always used them to help lost travelers find their ways back home in those storms - if you follow the chimes youre getting closer. \n\nAs I made my way to one of the tallest ice houses in the capital - the only one sporting a cute cat-face doormat, I felt a tug on the hem of my dress. I looked down and... well what did you expect Id see? \n\n\n\nA cute little chinstrap penguin looked up at me with wide eyes, wearing a green bandana around his neck which was fastened by a large circular red gemstone. I recognized the little fella, it was Dango, @warrior15502s cute but deadly companion. He must have been keeping watch of the entrance for my arrival. \n\n________________________\n>Hey there little fella, cute outfit as usual.\n________________________\n\nAs I crouched down to pat his head, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dejavu. Just as I had that thought, a loud thud echoed behind me. I immediately knew what it was, it was the unmistakable sound of Fuyumi's massive frozen tuna being dropped on the snowy ground.\n\n________________________\n> NORIIIIIIIIIIII!\n________________________"}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-6", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "________________________\n> NORIIIIIIIIIIII!\n________________________\n\nShe shouted excitedly, her arms wrapping tightly around my upper body as she lifted me off the ground in a bear hug. Despite her small stature, Fuyumi was surprisingly strong, no doubt due to her constant carrying of the large frozen tuna. She moved with such swiftness and silence that I was unsure of how long she had been standing behind me, unnoticed. Her sudden embrace was a familiar game of cat and mouse we played, where she would pounce on me with a dramatic greeting. In the past, I used to struggle and wriggle in her grasp, but after years of this routine, I had grown accustomed to it and now let my body dangle limply as she swung me around in her arms. Eventually, she would set me down on the ground, but not before having her fun.\n\n________________________\n> Hey there Penguin princess, hows it goin? Time is money 'll get straight to the point. I've got my hands on some killer fishing poles, top-notch, pirate-approved gear. I'm telling you, these babies will take the fishing game in Penguin Capital to the next level. I'll hook you up with them, no charge, all I ask is for todays fishy haul in return. What do you say? Let's make a deal and make all the penguins in the city happy fishers.\"\n________________________\n\nShe put her fingers up to her lips inquisitively, slightly folded her cat ears downwards, and responded with a somewhat confused tone.\n________________________\n> Isnt that the same as just paying for the fish using poles this time? Also dont call me princess, you know that doesnt butter me up Nori-chin.\n\n________________________"}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-7", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "________________________\n\n\nHah, I cant negotiate my way around her that easily huh? Also I should retort against being called Nori-chin but its kinda endearing so I could get used to her calling me that.\n________________________\n> Fine fine, you got me there. What do ya say though, poles for fish? Youll be able to get more with these, right?\n________________________\n\n\nWell, even if she realized it, that doesnt mean she wont take the bait. No pun intended? Actually pun intended. It wasnt a bad deal after all, I just dont think Id be able to sell those poles off to anyone. Fuyumi closed her eyes and scratched her chin in a moment of deep thought.\n\n________________________\n> Well, we dont need anyone but the penguins to fish really\n\n> Damn, the little pudgies are that good at their jobs, huh?\n\n> ...yeah, but this would make things a lot easier for them. Hold on, let me have them test these.\n\n\n________________________\n\n\nWith that, she whistled over the direction of a small penguin huddle resting near an icy lake. She handed each one of them a pole, and without any instructions they respectfully bowed at Fuyumi and waddled off full speed back to the lake. Wait, theyre going to use the rods themselves? Cant they justwhatever. Within mere minutes, they all came running back with baskets full of periwinkle salmon. You can only find those in the cold waters here up north, they fetch a premium price. Fuyumi inspected the baskets and looked back at me, her eyes shining in excitement."}
{"id": "061b7c9a-51ef-45f8-8ff4-2081cd388fa9-8", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T09:35:05.661", "backgroundColor": "#27245d", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPVsBGP8GrSdywYNmCvJPGKqkYKqj8zkN9BggJWtrJeYs", "txHash": "0x7244eb1a8161a9dbadd061c18dfe7900adff0093f9710ce59f9227eb899381fd", "createdAtBlock": 16418485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmY2U8XDogXqtuVnDnoqSTsbK2VmWHMoSt3fgipveuaUpc", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "________________________\n> Alright, thats a huge haul. Ill tell ya what, we can give you some fish in exchange for the poles if you make us some delicious nigiri with these salmon before you leave as well! And make sure to reserve some of your supplies for the Hall of Cats as a present for me.\n\n________________________\n\nHah, you blockhead, I would have stood the night here to make sushi for you anyway. Fine, Ill play it your way. I placed the palms of my hands atop one of the fish baskets, and with a gentle breeze and sparkling blue glow emitting from my gloves, cast a spell to instantly freeze the fish to preserve their freshness. Not to brag or anything, but my flash freeze spell is the best in the north - these fish will be so fresh when they thaw that theyll feel as if they were just pulled out the waterminus the parasites of course, even the cold resistant ones thatd normally survive normal freezing methods get to swim with the fishes when Im done with them. Wait, not the best phrase for this case. Pun was intended that time, humor me please.\n________________________\n> Sounds like a deal princess.\n\n> Dont call me that, Nori-chin.\n________________________\n\n\n\nSince then, I have been able to secure a steady supply of premium periwinkle salmon from the capital on a regular basis. But theyre highly sought after and sell out quickly. If you'd like to try this delicacy, I recommend making a reservation as soon as possible for a small additional fee. It's worth the investment to ensure you get a taste of this premium fish."}
{"id": "78743d45-3861-406e-92f0-d9b1845006b5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:48.045", "backgroundColor": "#254367", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmesNjdhaXmNQEANETipAa9e3Vjc7a2ni6xjDhLJwdTv61", "txHash": "0x5bd714a32adc5f15fb10f5babee09acbc0d508c6835379d71d4e0c903b877411", "createdAtBlock": 16418580, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9742, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUExdiFUxwWJEgQ28jvhAjgXvvyTrcvvjT4yUybU1jNbG", "name": "Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse", "text": "#  The entrepreneur of the Expanse - Ice Mage Nori \n\n*Art by Sweetbread*\n\nShe utilizes her freezing magic to preserve goods only found in The Expanse and The Snow so they can be transported long distances for wealthy customers in areas like Red Wizard Capital. She sells goods such as yeti pelts, snowbell flowers, glacier mushrooms, but of course is most well known for exotic ice water fish. Chances are if you're having sushi from cold waters, it came from Nori's inventory.\n\n___________\n> \"No fish can compare to what you find in The Snow or The Expanse. The unique tastes you'll find here are out of this world. These fish are so resilient to cold that you can't freeze them normally, and they'd die and instantly rot when taken to warmer climates. I'm just happy I can help spread these magnificent flavors far and wide.\"\n___________\n\nBut fishing is certainly not Nori's specialty. She relies on the help of @warrior15502 in Penguin Capital to gather huge stockpiles gathered from the herds of penguins Fuyumi protects. In return, Nori provides luxuries from mainland cities across the oceans. \n\nShips coming from around the world know where to meet her, but customers within The Expanse and its surrounding areas aren't always so easy to reach given the vast snow mountains separating them. With the help of her owl Athena, she can easily communicate with them and arrange for easy exchanges and payments and materials to export.\n\nAs for her favorite imports, nothing for her beats @wizard6001's Quantum Mushrooms. Impossible to get anywhere near the frozen lands Nori lives in, they're a delicacy she enjoys and always requests in exchange for her goods."}
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{"id": "38693cd8-c5ab-4d59-b942-45a429d85dc4-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-16T13:39:04.25", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFFrYTveu5d3qKNa1SrHs5ng7K4FQbZKrnvgfj4nrUCj", "txHash": "0x6fcab7cd91089d5af1fdc97c2c863b9c20bbcdc6046d110b69b99b0aa128027a", "createdAtBlock": 16419701, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2216, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cleric Samuel of the Sands", "text": "# Cabinet of Curiosity? Or Capturing?\n\n\nHave you ever had a good day go bad so quickly, you didnt even notice the shift, until you were neck deep in that shift, so to speak? \n\nSamuel looked down at the shard in his hands. The face of @wizard5251 looked back. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her he had only wanted to free her. \n\nHe knew it was useless, that she couldnt hear him. He had been rooted to the spot for hours, and sometimes, he watched her lips move. Not a sound. He breathed slowly, brought the shard to his ear, as one might a seashell. Vaguely he caught snippets of sound. So faint that they might be imagined. The sounds barely got through.\n\nHe spent the next few hours screaming apologies directly into the mirror. Screaming about his intentions to help. Saying that if he only knew the eventual result, he would have left the damn mirror intact, searched for a better way.\n\nBut she never looked anymore at peace. She never looked like she understood his pain. She never looked like she knew he was there at all. And that was the worst part for Samuel. Having spent his entire life as a Cleric, he only wanted to help and comfort others. \n\nBut there was nothing more he could do here. \n\nSomeone else could take his shard from him. He was going to take some time apart and think about the consequences of his own recklessness."}
{"id": "ce65518c-6810-4bf4-bc52-b18d81fa66f4-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-23T09:01:20.007", "backgroundColor": "#7a1813", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZtJZaAyvbvPz5Pvvg2ssaX35AtgzaPn7DLQCqSLp99wa", "txHash": "0x12b229e1579828ee6a3f668d9323491f873e04c93f30112fd1dc9c9952c8cded", "createdAtBlock": 16889218, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6592, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Tengu of the Plains", "text": "Tengu was born to be an alchemist. His parents were the most renowned alchemist-warriors of their time, and they passed their skills to their son. He grew up surrounded by cauldrons, herbs, and manuals on alchemy. Tengu loved to experiment in the kitchen and had a talent for creating innovative recipes for both potions, and culinary dishes. His latest creation, however, became his downfall.\n\nThe alchemist was trying to create a potion that would grant immortality, an elixir of legend, the elusive holy grail of his field. He spent months working on the recipe and refining the ingredients until he was finally ready to test it out. Tengu added the final ingredient, a rare herb that he had obtained from a faraway land, and let the potion brew for a few minutes. When the potion was ready, Tengu tasted it and felt a strange sensation. His mamba snake pet, Arisu, who had been coiled up nearby, also took a sip from the cauldron. A few moments later, both Tengu and the snake had turned red!\n\nThe alchemist was shocked by the result. He had no idea what had caused the potion to have such a strange effect on him and his pet. Alchemist Tengu spent years trying to reverse the effect of the potion, but he never succeeded. Despite his misfortune, Tengu continued to create innovative recipes and share his love for alchemy and cooking with others. People flocked to his kitchen to taste his creations, which were getting more and more daring as his quest for immortality continued.\n\nIn his dual role of both Master Alchemist and Defender of the Plains, alchemist-warrior Tengu knew that his homeland was constantly under threat. The evil samurai from neighboring regions would often invade the plains, seeking to confiscate its vast resources and exploit its people. Every time they came, Tengu would stand tall and defend his home at all costs."}
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{"id": "1e155f66-640f-4bba-ab3f-332911ea4fcc-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-17T03:29:15.728", "backgroundColor": "#0f183b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPt1dRkngpyXB75GsUdzGkV49Nn3u8DPGVwPttNRTrXTz", "txHash": "0xde6698d905991c8d5b6bcb7a3e77ec4278feba11b3c7ee25140c65ba664fceef", "createdAtBlock": 16423830, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7992, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Silas of the Keep", "text": "# Alchemist Silas of the Keep\n#\n\n\nSilas was a powerful wizard who lived in a grand keep atop a mountain peak. He was renowned for his mastery of both magic and alchemy, and his knowledge and power were respected by all who knew of him.\n\nSilas was a solitary figure, dedicating most of his time to his studies and experiments in his laboratory within the keep. He was often seen wearing a pointed wizard hat, which was said to have been passed down from a powerful sorcerer of old.\n\nDespite his reclusive nature, Silas was known for his quick wit and clever tongue. He was not one to shy away from a clever remark or witty banter, and many tales were told of his clever comebacks and one-liners.\n\nSilas' true power lay in his alchemy. He was able to create powerful potions and elixirs, capable of granting immortality, restoring youth, and even bringing the dead back to life. He was also able to transmute base metals into gold and create powerful magical artifacts.\n\nSilas' reputation as a master alchemist and powerful sorcerer drew many apprentices and seekers of knowledge to his keep, but he only took on a select few as his students. Those who were fortunate enough to study under Silas were said to have gained immeasurable knowledge and power.\n\nDespite his great power and knowledge, Silas was a humble and benevolent wizard, using his abilities for the betterment of all those around him. He will always be remembered as a wise and powerful sorcerer, whose legacy will live on through the ages."}
{"id": "313a273a-f679-467b-becf-aeec359a9f1c-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-23T09:19:29.244", "backgroundColor": "#550058", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdDaWHRHbFxFQG9bSNcaP7iLioXbC2FBUnDDBq1yWiqKr", "txHash": "0x545cfbfd03d52c6808a0085fd01a2e2d6ba2ce87bf44393f1ad8ef696d347bd1", "createdAtBlock": 16889309, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1767, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Jasper of the Sun", "text": "Jasper of the Sun was once a wizard of great promise. Born into the ranks of the Sun Clan, he had a natural talent for manipulating light and energy. His peers expected great things from him, and he worked hard to live up to those expectations. As a young apprentice, Jasper quickly rose through the ranks, mastering new spells and techniques with ease.\n\nHowever, fate had other plans for Jasper. His archenemy, @wizard2573, jealous of Jasper's growing power, plotted against him. In a fierce magical battle, @wizard2573 managed to corrupt Jasper's mind and turn him to the dark art of necromancy. Jasper was horrified by what he had become, but he was powerless to resist the dark magic that held him in thrall.\n\nFearing the consequences of his actions, Jasper fled deep into the mountains. There, he took up residence in a secluded cabin, surrounded by towering peaks and dense forests. Living in isolation, Jasper worked tirelessly to reverse the effects of @wizard2573s curse. He studied the arcane arts, delving deeper and deeper into the mysteries of death and decay.\n\nJasper's only companions were his beloved cat, a sly and furtive creature with bright green eyes, and a curious flying skull. The skull, which had belonged to a long-dead apprentice, had been enchanted by Jasper to speak and fly on its own. The two companions kept Jasper company during his long years of exile, watching over him as he fought off invading orcs, malicious wizards, and other dangers.\n\nDespite his isolation, Jasper remained committed to the Sun Clan's ideals. He used his necromantic powers only for good, using them to protect his homeland from harm. Jasper knew that the path of dark magic was a treacherous one, and he made a solemn oath never to fall prey to its temptations again."}
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{"id": "322d3b7b-11d0-4963-ab66-d9424d5fcd2f-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T02:07:52.706", "backgroundColor": "#510542", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaDZjmf5qugaDVSCn1ZM76yKnZH55bXarB3eoWNRjDbY5", "txHash": "0xbab9a3d4864d3cddadf5658472a1fdf297b8926093542923909ecb61f3a68a7c", "createdAtBlock": 16437767, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCzhaQP4Hiru7VGC58Vi1G8t4vKWj5diRivaDu2QExP2", "name": "Augurer Qasim of the Wood", "text": "A Lore prompted by myself, written by chat gpt. illustrations promtped by myself, created by dall.e\n\n\n\n\"The Beer Drinking, Guitar Playing Wizard Qasim\"\n\nQasim was a wizard like no other. He was known throughout the Runiverse for his love of beer and his skill with a guitar. He lived a peaceful life in a small cottage on the edge of the forest, where he spent his days brewing and playing music. But little did anyone know, Qasim had a secret talent - he could create the most delicious and potent ale in all the land.\n\nOne day, Qasim received a vision in a dream. In it, he saw a majestic pony named Barnaby the Bold. Barnaby told Qasim that he had been chosen to save the troubled wizards of the Runiverse by supplying them with mugs of his ale at a forgotten tavern deep in the forest. Qasim was skeptical at first, but the dream was so vivid and real that he couldn't shake it off.\n\nWithout hesitation, Qasim set off on a journey to find Barnaby and the forgotten tavern. After many days of traveling, he finally came upon the tavern, hidden deep in the forest. As he approached, he could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from within. Excitedly, he pushed open the door to find Barnaby the Bold standing before him, holding a mug of ale.\n\n\"Welcome, Qasim,\" Barnaby said with a smile. \"I've been waiting for you.\"\n\nQasim was amazed. The dream had been real, and Barnaby the Bold was even more majestic in person. The two quickly became friends and set off on a mission to save the troubled wizards of the Runiverse. They traveled from village to village, offering mugs of Qasim's delicious ale to any wizard in need."}
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{"id": "b4896e24-4630-4ac3-855b-f833bb1c26d5-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-28T06:00:05.633", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd8iwGfkuoYzGrdJzHqPUXZbjRzvst3WnYwxEpFUEPmWv", "txHash": "0xc130ba1d0d2b5d49e871e320b4a227929caec264e05f1c218aa71fd982c3bf44", "createdAtBlock": 16923923, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1463, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes", "text": "In the parched lands of Zephyra, where the desert winds whisper ancient secrets, lived Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes, a master of sand and wind. Born under the Rune of Uranus, Kamil possessed exceptional skills in transformation and change, shaping the world around him with his mystical powers.\n\nClad in white silk robes, his garments fluttered with each gust of wind as he traversed the unforgiving dunes. An orange waistband secured his flowing outfit, while a blue scarf and shoes complemented his ensemble, granting him protection from the desert's harsh elements.\n\nSorcerer Kamil's head was covered with a mystical Djinn mask, a relic from a time long past. The mask's purple fabric and piercing yellow eyes were a testament to the magical abilities the sorcerer had harnessed. As Kamil's powers grew, so did his ability to communicate with the Djinn, ancient spirits that controlled the desert winds.\n\nBy his side, a Sapphire Slime familiar accompanied him, a magical creature that provided much-needed moisture in the arid environment. This peculiar companion took the form of a blue water droplet with expressive eyes and a cheerful mouth.\n\nIn his hand, Kamil held a flask of Mandrake potion, a concoction of great significance. The orange liquid glowed with the power to transform reality and manipulate the desert sands, further enhancing Kamil's innate abilities.\n\nWith the red sun blazing above, Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes wandered the sands, seeking knowledge and preserving the balance of his realm. Through his unique powers and the bonds he forged with the Djinn, Kamil became a legend among his people, a symbol of hope in a land of relentless heat and endless sands."}
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{"id": "2cc08e7b-401a-4956-a822-5a54cdecc71a-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T10:18:28.473", "backgroundColor": "#5c4d00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXniD4UM3k6712aoMnECVcHJTVuKUrqCEEEb9qoTvHeum", "txHash": "0x616c5acc96a5fe57009aeb504b2bee0b191d8926a4eee4a9843f66fc8d22767f", "createdAtBlock": 16440204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2854, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR4B23tzmCP2h7e6LVRGhPhwkcxdaBACmrkUy5PrhQhjV", "name": "Florentina Hammer of Glory", "text": "# Florentina, Hammer of Glory and the Hall of Cats\n\nFlorentina, Hammer of Glory, was a fierce and skilled warrior, feared and respected by all who knew her. She had come to the Runiverse from a faraway land, seeking adventure and glory. With her companion, the northern lynx named Laura, by her side, she roamed the lands, facing down all manner of enemies and overcoming seemingly impossible odds.\nFlorentina's armor of fire was a sight to behold, and her shield, depicting a frog, was a symbol of her strength and tenacity. Her weapon, the bo staff, was a formidable tool in her hands, and she was an expert in its use, having trained for many years in the martial arts of her homeland.\nLaura, her companion, was a fierce and independent animal, much like her human companion. She was a skilled hunter, and her long legs and furry feet made her well-suited to traveling through the snowy wilderness. Her black-tipped tail and tufted ears marked her as a northern lynx, a rare and majestic creature.\nDespite her fearsome reputation, Florentina was a kind and compassionate woman, with a deep love for all creatures, especially cats. And Laura, her companion, was her constant companion, a source of comfort and support in the many battles and adventures that lay ahead.\nTogether, Florentina and Laura roamed the Runiverse, facing down all manner of dangers and enemies, always looking for the next challenge and adventure. And as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face it together, with courage, strength, and the unbreakable bond of companionship.\n\n\n\n## Meeting Tabitha in the Swamp"}
{"id": "2cc08e7b-401a-4956-a822-5a54cdecc71a-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T10:18:28.473", "backgroundColor": "#5c4d00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXniD4UM3k6712aoMnECVcHJTVuKUrqCEEEb9qoTvHeum", "txHash": "0x616c5acc96a5fe57009aeb504b2bee0b191d8926a4eee4a9843f66fc8d22767f", "createdAtBlock": 16440204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2854, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR4B23tzmCP2h7e6LVRGhPhwkcxdaBACmrkUy5PrhQhjV", "name": "Florentina Hammer of Glory", "text": "As @warrior2854 made her way through the Frogmaster Marsh, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that the Hall of Cats, the guild she so desperately wanted to join, had many enemies, and she knew that the marsh was home to one of the most powerful and feared wizards in the Runiverse, @wizard6154.\nFlorentina knew that Tabitha and her familiar, Blimpy the albino rat, were fierce opponents of the Hall of Cats. She had heard stories of the powerful magic that Tabitha wielded, and knew that she would have to be careful if she hoped to pass through the marsh unharmed.\nAs she made her way deeper into the marsh, Florentina came across a strange and mysterious figure. It was Tabitha, her green skin and hair a stark contrast to the dark and twisted landscape of the marsh.\nTabitha greeted Florentina with a cold and calculating stare, her rat Blimpy perched on her shoulder. Florentina knew that she was in the presence of a powerful and dangerous wizard, and she braced herself for the worst.\nBut to her surprise, Tabitha did not attack. Instead, she spoke to Florentina, her words measured and precise. \"I know why you have come to the marsh,\" she said. \"You seek to join the Hall of Cats, but you must know that my kind and I are opposed to their ways. We will not stand idly by as they seek to dominate and control the animals of the Runiverse.\""}
{"id": "2cc08e7b-401a-4956-a822-5a54cdecc71a-2", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T10:18:28.473", "backgroundColor": "#5c4d00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXniD4UM3k6712aoMnECVcHJTVuKUrqCEEEb9qoTvHeum", "txHash": "0x616c5acc96a5fe57009aeb504b2bee0b191d8926a4eee4a9843f66fc8d22767f", "createdAtBlock": 16440204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2854, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR4B23tzmCP2h7e6LVRGhPhwkcxdaBACmrkUy5PrhQhjV", "name": "Florentina Hammer of Glory", "text": "Florentina was taken aback by Tabitha's words, but she knew that she could not back down. She steeled herself and spoke with determination. \"I understand your concerns, Tabitha, but the Hall of Cats is a noble and just guild. We seek to protect and preserve the animals of the Runiverse, not to dominate and control them.\"\nTabitha considered Florentina's words for a moment, her eyes flickering with a hint of something that might have been respect. \"Perhaps,\" she said at last. \"But I will not stand idly by as you pass through the marsh.\""}
{"id": "2cc08e7b-401a-4956-a822-5a54cdecc71a-3", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T10:18:28.473", "backgroundColor": "#5c4d00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXniD4UM3k6712aoMnECVcHJTVuKUrqCEEEb9qoTvHeum", "txHash": "0x616c5acc96a5fe57009aeb504b2bee0b191d8926a4eee4a9843f66fc8d22767f", "createdAtBlock": 16440204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2854, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR4B23tzmCP2h7e6LVRGhPhwkcxdaBACmrkUy5PrhQhjV", "name": "Florentina Hammer of Glory", "text": "## The capture\n\nFlorentina's journey to join the Hall of Cats took a dark and unexpected turn when Tabitha, the powerful wizard of the Frogmaster Marsh, took her hostage. Blindfolded and disoriented, Florentina was led deeper into the marsh, her fate uncertain.\n\nAs they walked, Tabitha told her plan to Florentina. She knew the location of the Hall of Cats' headquarters, and she intended to use Florentina as leverage to gain entrance to the guild. \"As I said: I will not stand idly by as the Hall of Cats seeks to dominate and control the animals of the Runiverse,\" she said. \"I will use you and your companion, the lynx Laura, to gain entry and put a stop to their ways.\"\n\nFlorentina was horrified by Tabitha's plan. She knew that the Hall of Cats was a noble and just guild, and she couldn't bear the thought of her companion, Laura, being harmed. She pleaded with Tabitha to let her go, but the wizard was resolute. \"You must understand,\" she said. \"I will do whatever it takes to stop the Hall of Cats, even if it means sacrificing one life for the greater good.\"\n\nTabitha blindfolded Florentina, took away her weapons and shield and went on her way to the Hall of Cats.\n\n## The gates of the Hall of Cats\n\n\"I demand from the gatekeepers of the Hall to let me and my fierce Blimpy enter and parlay the release of  one Florentina, Hammer of Glora and her hideous lynx Laura. If you do not open the gates, i will put the cat on Florentinas staff and cut her head off!\""}
{"id": "2cc08e7b-401a-4956-a822-5a54cdecc71a-4", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T10:18:28.473", "backgroundColor": "#5c4d00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXniD4UM3k6712aoMnECVcHJTVuKUrqCEEEb9qoTvHeum", "txHash": "0x616c5acc96a5fe57009aeb504b2bee0b191d8926a4eee4a9843f66fc8d22767f", "createdAtBlock": 16440204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2854, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR4B23tzmCP2h7e6LVRGhPhwkcxdaBACmrkUy5PrhQhjV", "name": "Florentina Hammer of Glory", "text": "But as Tabitha stood in front of the gates of the Hall of Cats, making her threats and demands, a powerful voice echoed from above. It was the voice of the @wizard6044, the grand master of the Runiverse, and it was filled with authority and power.\n\n\"Tabitha of the Marsh, you are wrong,\" the voice boomed. \"The gates of the Hall of Cats may only be entered by cats and their companions. You and your rat, Blimpy, are not welcome here.\"\nTabitha was taken aback by the voice, and she knew that she had overstepped her bounds. She had always thought of herself as a protector of animals, but she realized that she had been misguided in her actions.\n\n\"Forgive me, Dotta,\" Tabitha said, bowing her head in humility. \"I only wanted to protect the animals of the Runiverse, but I see now that I was wrong.\"\nThe Dotta's voice softened, \"I understand your intentions Tabitha, but the Hall of Cats is a guild for cats and their companions, not for human wizards. You cannot enter here. But you may find your path in other guilds or paths that will suit you better.\"\n\n\n\n## The release\n\nTabitha nodded, accepting the Dotta's words. She left the gates and returned to the marsh, where she released Florentina and Laura. She apologized for her actions and returned Florentina's shield, weapons and the rune of Neptune, which she had taken by magic.\n\n\"I'm sorry for what I did,\" Tabitha said to Florentina. \"I hope you can forgive me. I know that you are on a quest to find the Hall of Cats, and I will not give you its location. You will have to continue your quest, but I wish you the best of luck.\""}
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{"id": "5e947a8c-7157-4570-bd8f-78cfbb0eb134-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-28T20:20:40.487", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRxWuLQY5H93ao42ti5AprATfxjqmqRsXJM8xzUGsQUVK", "txHash": "0xe99d4f888aefead90a18ec8874084067501231053f6f2a019fa6538de19ff0d3", "createdAtBlock": 16928165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5314, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTTE5uCipL9coRjY1ucKi7hb4fShdHEyHEhPVAGyVcw4u", "name": "Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel", "text": "# Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel\n\n\n\nSkreee! Let me tell ya the story of Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel, skrrrr!\n\nHobbs, skree-sir, is one of the greatest arcanists of all time, skreee! His knowledge of the arcane arts and his mastery of the Harmony Staff (a weapon that makes every other one seem like a toothpick), chill my scales even now! Skreee!\n\nNot only is he powerful, but he is also a sight to behold, skreee! He always wears his signature diamond jester garb, covered in pure green, fit for the king of a clan, skilettos!\n\nBut that's not even the best part, skreee! He carries around with him his faithful companion, a red mamba snake, that's right! His bond with the serpent runs deep, give you chills!\n\nAnd what rangs Hod with near apotheosis, skree-sir, was being blessed-ap by the Rune of Earth herself! They say he was bathing-sk in the hot springs of the Great Wife to settle himself before a journey or task when the beauty of the land opened a way to earthly understanding that he'll ap never forget... a great story, rattles my bones!\n\nSo if ever talkturn lost in these lands skunks-come, keep a fine direction and you might cablast find yourself sought out-skreee by him, the one and only Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel!"}
{"id": "3a9d299e-70f7-4954-98e7-10ad08f67d08-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T11:10:54.898", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTz8vKp7hLxCtuk8ZPyewmuAADwN1jaG1KxPk4wNrEJPs", "txHash": "0xd1eebddcf18318f580b376d7d4aba7a519733795b56c81cfb7234d7211b343e7", "createdAtBlock": 16440465, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13264, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmceSbHCehtnJVyKWNRPratZDsb5aiCxTKnHFqxtJSW3L7", "name": "Brokk Executor of the Savannah", "text": "# A leader born in a Baobab\n\nBrokk is a fierce warrior hailing from the land of Forgotten Runes. He was born into a pride of lions, and from a young age, he showed an innate ability for battle strategy and leadership. He quickly rose through the ranks and became a respected and feared leader among his pride.\n\nAs he grew older, Brokk's reputation as a skilled warrior began to spread beyond his pride. He was known for his fierce fighting style, his sharp claws and powerful roar, as well as his ability to outmaneuver his enemies. He also always had by his side a warthog, which he raised since young age and trained to fight by his side. The warthog proved to be a valuable asset in battle, with its sharp tusks and strength.\n\n## The fearful executor \n\nBrokk's legendary status was solidified when he led his pride in a series of successful battles against rival prides, expanding their territory and securing their dominance in the Savannah. His leadership and the way he carefully cut the throat of every ennemy earned him the title of \"Executor of the Savannah\" and he was respected and feared by all who knew him.\n\nBut Brokk's reputation wasn't just built on his martial prowess, he was also known for his unwavering determination and his willingness to do whatever it takes to protect his pride. He was a fierce protector of his territory, and his rule was absolute. He would spare no effort to ensure the safety and prosperity of his pride and his land."}
{"id": "08c679e0-2fa2-49a6-b651-f1c982d7addd-0", "createdAt": "2023-03-29T02:56:40.747", "backgroundColor": "#0c0112", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmej2bJeKKKUKaokDWuydoSaCCw2auZhWCxBDAL1tQ2Aku", "txHash": "0x53d9e7c6a9a0f5a87270d4f1c9dd3f0c9ab3e9abe2d21efad36fe37d485ca981", "createdAtBlock": 16930121, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2939, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZy1fQ38W1DH3JjYxecRQ5haRjJ7os8nmWRa6E6wmcUQ4", "name": " Daria of the Marsh", "text": "Yeah I know @wizard946, he's a fellow key enthusiast.  Last time I saw him was at a Cult of @soul8792 meeting.  @wizard5429 was ranting about little boys getting molested, randomly mentions some catacomb he was trying to access and @wizard351 shoots him a fiery look.  Like...yeah...talk about the church's sexual misconduct and no one skips a beat, but the slightest mention of a catacomb got all the memelords real nervous.  Probably because of that stupid book @wizard4351 carries around \"The Book of Moh'ron\".  AFAIK it's an unspectacular book of superstitious conspiracy theory occult bullshit.  Has some alternate account of Runiverse history where Lord Nosferatu is still alive haha... err...undead?  Whatever.  He's not dead dead.  Anyway, I saw Jaffer leave with the other memelords but not sure where they were headed.   \n\n3/2"}
{"id": "b8cc6d51-7c07-40fa-b954-2b5d10c93218-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T15:58:28.591", "backgroundColor": "#0f153b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVytNE4p4QbpLpLdQjmsqYt2Kt2gpR8ckcekVwBM7qR3F", "txHash": "0x5379f78ef97f614dbbec57790daf674d03f969a55f001a51c592bb4329f47846", "createdAtBlock": 16441895, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 668, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maximus Shatterer of Runes", "text": "# The Creation of Maximus, Shatterer of Runes\n\nI could feel the cold stone beneath me growing warmer as the blood flowing from my wounds pooled across its surface. As the sticky heat of my life's blood soaked the stone I realized that I would not survive losing much more. \n\nThe percussive sounds of combat filled the air, and as I lay there a burst of blue fire roared over my head, followed by a nearby explosion and a rain of debris. On my right I heard the liquid syllables of an incantation suddenly cut short by the sound of shattering bones and a sudden tremor in the ground. \n\nI could hear a voice. A woman's voice, yelling hoarsely between gasps for breath. *Maximus! Maximus stand up!* \n\nAnother tremor shook the ground as a spray of dirt and rubble rained down on me. As the last of the debris fell a figure appeared standing above me. The image resolved into the figure of a woman, covered in dirt and streaks of blood, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, blood, and ichor. Grabbing my arm, she strained to pull me to my feet, wincing as she did so. \n*Maximus! Wake the fuck up. Geerus is dead. We need you to move!*\n\nWith a final heave, I regained my feet and things began to come back into focus. Looking down I could see my club of bleached bone still tightly held in my hand, my knuckles white with effort."}
{"id": "b8cc6d51-7c07-40fa-b954-2b5d10c93218-1", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T15:58:28.591", "backgroundColor": "#0f153b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVytNE4p4QbpLpLdQjmsqYt2Kt2gpR8ckcekVwBM7qR3F", "txHash": "0x5379f78ef97f614dbbec57790daf674d03f969a55f001a51c592bb4329f47846", "createdAtBlock": 16441895, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 668, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maximus Shatterer of Runes", "text": "Suddenly a colossal metal fist struck the stone between us, barely missing as we leapt to either side. As I regained my balance another blow from the leaden hand struck my shield. Despite only being a glancing blow, I was sent sliding across the room to slam into the stone wall. As my eyes refocused I could see the crushed and shattered body of Geerus a few feet away, almost unrecognizable save for his blood caked metallic scales. \n\t\nKalira and I charged. Slamming my shield into the creature, I watched Kalira strike with a dagger. Sparks flew as the blade scraped harmlessly across its carapace, but I was able to use the moment to block what surely would have been a death blow to Kalira as she dove between its legs. \n\nAs the creature turned to face her, Kalira sat bolt upright and slammed her dagger into its spine while I put every ounce of force I could into a swing with my club. It was a solid hit to the thing's arm, but there was no force to the blow. It was as if all the strength poured into the attack just drained away upon impact. It surprised me so much that I failed to see the next blow coming. \n\nI could feel the bones of my arm break and my shield deform under the power of the thing's attack, but while it forced me a few feet back I retained my balance. As I reeled, the creature kicked at Kalira who mostly dodged the blow.  Mostly. Glancing over at her pained cry I saw her clutching the chipped and bloody stump where a moment ago one of her horns had been. \n\t\n*Vali, we could really use that rune about now!* \n\n*Im still deciphering! This text is harder to read than I expected!*"}
{"id": "b8cc6d51-7c07-40fa-b954-2b5d10c93218-2", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T15:58:28.591", "backgroundColor": "#0f153b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVytNE4p4QbpLpLdQjmsqYt2Kt2gpR8ckcekVwBM7qR3F", "txHash": "0x5379f78ef97f614dbbec57790daf674d03f969a55f001a51c592bb4329f47846", "createdAtBlock": 16441895, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 668, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maximus Shatterer of Runes", "text": "*Im still deciphering! This text is harder to read than I expected!*\n\nAt the furthest wall of the crypt, Vali inspected the lines of eldritch lettering that filled the smooth stone of the wall. Were it not for his reply he would seem oblivious to the combat raging tens of feet behind him. Kalira and I ducked and weaved, raining blows on the metal giant as it pressed toward the white haired elf. For a moment Vali turned, his pointed ears seeming to flicker golden in the light. Twisting one hand into a painful looking gesture he whispered a single, percussive  syllable and an emerald ray lanced from his hand to the ground behind our opponent. Vali turned back to the wall, not even bothering to watch the eruption of vines he had summoned burst from the ground and attack the metal man. \n\n\tOur hopes for a moment of respite were to be denied. It took the barest moment for the creature to pull free, ripping and shredding the magical plants as it continued toward Vali. Hurling Kalira and I to the side with a sweep of its arm, the metal giant advanced upon our comrade. As we started to shout a warning Vali's voice rang out. \n\n *I found it! Right Here..* \n\nVali pressed his hand against a symbol that began to glow, slowly separating from the stone as the metal titan raised its fist behind him. He must have seen the thing's shadow because as it began its strike Vali turned, a blue sphere of energy beginning to form around his hand which dissipated as the metal fist slammed into him. With the sharp pop of broken magic and a sickening thud, his body hit the stone wall, sliding down to the ground, inert."}
{"id": "b8cc6d51-7c07-40fa-b954-2b5d10c93218-3", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T15:58:28.591", "backgroundColor": "#0f153b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVytNE4p4QbpLpLdQjmsqYt2Kt2gpR8ckcekVwBM7qR3F", "txHash": "0x5379f78ef97f614dbbec57790daf674d03f969a55f001a51c592bb4329f47846", "createdAtBlock": 16441895, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 668, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maximus Shatterer of Runes", "text": "*Distract it! Ill get Vali.\"* I shouted, letting my shield fall from my now useless arm.  Kalira nodded, grimacing through the blood from her broken horn, and sprinted towards the beast. As she dodged around it, almost dancing, she rained down blows that would have felled any lesser opponent. Blows that failed to mar the metal of her adversary's skin. \n\nKneeling, I assessed my friend's wounds. I could not believe he was still alive. His chest was crushed, with most ribs broken and several protruding, and what little fading breath he had was coming in shallow, wheezing gasps.\n\n*It it broke my spell. Like it wasnt there. Like it didnt notice. What a marvelous automaton.*\n\nA true scholar to the end. Of course he would marvel at such a creation, even as it took his life. His hand twitched, one finger pointing at the glowing rune, which now floated in the air a foot from the wall. \n.\n*That rune.. It looked different. You must take it and flee!* \n\nVali smiled grimly,and raising a trembling hand began to chant something in Elvish. Flames began to wreathe the form of the creature. Dully glowing patches of red began to appear on its brass armor, slowly spreading as the metal visibly softened. The blazing creature turned toward the dying elf and began to trudge forward. Eyes unfocused, the light of life dimming in them, the elf's body convulsed as he continued to cast. Recognizing his intent and sacrifice I nodded and fell back to cover Kalira, shouting to her to grab the rune as I did so."}
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{"id": "b8cc6d51-7c07-40fa-b954-2b5d10c93218-5", "createdAt": "2023-01-19T15:58:28.591", "backgroundColor": "#0f153b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVytNE4p4QbpLpLdQjmsqYt2Kt2gpR8ckcekVwBM7qR3F", "txHash": "0x5379f78ef97f614dbbec57790daf674d03f969a55f001a51c592bb4329f47846", "createdAtBlock": 16441895, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 668, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maximus Shatterer of Runes", "text": "Dragging myself toward her with my one good arm I could hear and feel the heavy thuds of the beast's footsteps as it lumbered toward me. As my hand closed around Kalira's and the rune I could feel a warm and prickly static, and then everything surged. Suddenly my blood was a raging tide in my veins, and it felt as though lightning was crackling through my body as I pulled myself to my feet. As the looming figure's fist launched toward my face it seemed as though time slowed to a crawl. While I could no longer feel the rune in my hand, the pressure of the energy running through me increased until I could not draw breath. Suddenly a searing heat exploded in my chest, and without thinking I ducked under the punch and grabbed my club. \n\nThe next thing I was aware of was waking up to cool musty air and a vast amount of pain. It felt like every muscle and tendon in my body had been grossly abused. Even the notion of movement brought on an almost nausea. Turning my head, groaning at the ache as I did so, I saw the motionless form of my metal adversary. Now cold and unmoving it lay on the ground next to me, the center of its chest savagely ripped open. Around the wound and on the ground near the creature was caked a strange dust, like fine  sand. \n\n*\"What the fuck just happened?*"}
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{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-0", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "**Chapter I: The Death of a Wizard**\n\nI had been on the road for seven months when I met Nikolas. He towered over my five-foot-ten frame and was briskly walking past me. He had a thick brow and a long and dark, yet well groomed, beard, but it was his attire that caught my eye. He wore a thick brown cloak, a yellow habit and most peculiarly an orange hood. These were the traditional robes of a faustian wizard, not an uncommon sight far North, but just a few hours from The Yellow Wizard Haven, it was strange indeed. I didn't want to interact with the man, but passersby in this area were a scarcity, and I would soon be dead without aid.\n\n\"Hey!\" I called out, hoping he would care to answer me.\n\n\"Yes?\" he answered in a deep voice with a heavy accent and an inquisitive look on his face.\n\n\"Could you direct me to the nearest settlement?\" I asked. \"I was riding from Green Wizard City to meet a colleague at Alessar's on the Chronomancer's Riviera, but this piece of junk won't start.\" I kicked my motorbike.\n\nThe man ignored my question and stood in front of me, brushing the dirt off of my blazer. I didn't like being touched and pushed his arm away with my elbow. \"Hello?\" I asked, frustrated. He stood there a bit longer and then began to chuckle. Soon he was bent over, dying of laughter. I stood still, my annoyance turned to confusion. He waved his hand over my bike, and the dashboard lit up."}
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{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-2", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "\"Grab your bag,\" he demanded calmly. Either out of fear or curiosity (I'm still not quite sure), I did as he asked. \"Good.\" He grabbed my arm firmly as I began to regret not driving off when I had the chance. He said nothing for a good fifteen seconds while I tried to release his grasp. Then I began to feel dizzy, and my whole body started to spin with his. I felt a blast of air hit my face as I ascended into the sky and then into a black void. I heard the sound of harsh wind all around me and then, silence. Woosh! I heard as I stumbled onto a brick pavement. I opened my eyes and began to aggressively blink. When my vision was restored, I saw a bright neon sign that read, \"Welcome to the Chronomancer's Riviera.\"\n\nI looked around in disbelief as Nikolas walked past me, his robes rustling against the wind. I had so many questions for him, but I couldn't find the words to ask. How had he teleported me here? What kind of wizardry was this?\n\nAs I followed him through the crowded streets, I couldn't help but feel out of place. The Riviera was a luxurious hub for magic users and wealthy noblemen. It was littered with fashion boutiques, casinos, brothels, and expensive restaurants. Everyone was dressed in weird robes, and the streets were lined with sports cars and limousines. Immediately, I realized I had a rifle hanging from my pack, but when I turned around to cover it, it was already gone. Nikolas glanced over at me and revealed the gun under his robes. The gesture made me all the more uncomfortable. He led me through alleys and shortcuts until we arrived at a small cafe."}
{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-3", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "Nikolas gestured for me to sit down at a table, and I obliged. The cafe was dimly lit, but I could still make out the intricate designs on the walls and the strange symbols etched into the tables. Nikolas ordered us both coffee, and we sat in silence as we waited for the drinks to arrive.\n\nI took a sip of my coffee and immediately regretted it. It was bitter and tasted like burnt toast. Nikolas seemed to notice my distaste and chuckled to himself. \"I know it's not the best coffee, but it's the only place around here that serves it,\" he said, still chuckling.\n\nI couldn't help but smile at his good humor. Despite his strange behavior, he seemed like a kind and intelligent man. I decided to take a chance and ask him some questions. \"How did you teleport us here? I've never seen anything like it,\" I asked.\n\nNikolas looked at me intently, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. \"Teleportation is a simple spell, but it can be dangerous if not performed correctly. I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. \"And what were you doing out there in the middle of the desert?\"\n\n\"I was looking for you,\" he said.\n\n\"Why would a wizard, a real wizard, be looking for me?\" I asked, my tone implying that I didn't believe him, yet I was hoping what he said was true.\n\n\"You were traveling here to meet Cromwell Knightly, correct?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm here to meet Crom. What does it matter? He's a nobody sleazebag that I owe some money to, simple as that.\" I replied.\n\n\"Cromwell is a dangerous wizarduhwhat is your name?\" he asked.\n\n\"You can call me Red,\" I said, and Crom is no wizard."}
{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-4", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "\"You can call me Red,\" I said, and Crom is no wizard.\n\n\"Cromwell is a dangerous wizard, Red. One who must be dealt with urgently,\" he said quietly.\n\n\"Dealt with, like killed?\" I asked, a little too loud as I started to panic. He hushed me as I thought, Who even is this Nikolas? Can I trust him? Croms a bitch but I dont think he needs to be killed. All sorts of jumbled thoughts began to intrude my headspace.\n\n\"Yes, 'dealt with like killed',\" he answered me in an annoyed whisper.\n\n\"Why?\" I whispered.\n\n\"Do you know Iprix Morningstar?\" he asked.\n\n\"Who doesn't?\" I replied. Iprix Morningstar was the founder and CEO of Morningstar Technologies, the largest company in the world and a leader in the MagiTech sector. Iprix was a White Hat from the wealthy and famous Morningstar lineage. He was generally well-liked and didn't pertain to my conversation with Nikolas in any way. \"And?\"\n\n\"Morningstar is not who he says he is, and Cromwell is one of his associates. I can get into more details later, but for now, trust me, Red,\" he replied to me in an even softer whisper. Nikolas stood up and scattered a few silver coins onto the cafe table, a huge overpayment for the two cups of coffee we ordered. I followed him out of the building as we walked towards Alessar's. It was a few minutes before I was supposed to meet Crom, and I was extremely nervous about both him and Nikolas.\n\nStop, Nikolas said, as we were now standing at the entrance to Alessars.\n\nReservation? A tall and broad man asked us. He must have been Alessars bouncer."}
{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-5", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "Reservation? A tall and broad man asked us. He must have been Alessars bouncer.\n\nJust stopping by to see a friend, well be out in a minute, Nikolas said, dropping a gold coin into the bouncers coat pocket inconspicuously.\n\nBe quick, the man replied. Nikolas nodded and led me into the building. Club music echoed throughout the place as people partied hard.\n\nWhere is Cromwell? Nikolas asked me in a whisper. I had already spotted him on a couch in the corner of the building and nodded my head toward him. Nikolas and I walked over to Crom and he looked up at us.\n\nWhats up, Red? Got my money? He chuckled. But before I could respond Nikolas grabbed him and pulled him up from his seat. Get the fuck off me! Crom yelled, pushing Nikolas aggressively off of him. The club went silent for a second before the party resumed.\n\nFollow us, Nikolas said, revealing my rifle in his coat. Crom begrudgingly complied, he must have forgotten his own firearm. Nikolas took us into the men's room and forcefully threw Crom into the wall. Crom crashed down and then stood up angrily attempting to run at us. However, Nikolas seemed to be magically restraining him, as Crom was running in place. Im sorry Cromwell, Nikolas said, pulling out my rifle. He held it with both hands and scoped in on Crom who was now pushed against the wall."}
{"id": "c99855c0-a20c-4fb0-966a-2b67b443254c-6", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T04:41:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3pLnc3k6aWvmcE5kZKkzj7zh1kKEHVQADP5cBXh5F1G", "txHash": "0xb7b7ed6acc7d4eca4388729e65c5fe9d98f32b3c09cfeedca1ebf54b503689c4", "createdAtBlock": 16980588, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7558, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple", "text": "Cromwell began to speak, I- Bang! Nikolas pulled the trigger, blowing a hole into Croms abdomen. Crom yelled and squatted onto the floor, clutching his wound. Crom began to gasp and Nikolas lowered my rifle back onto Crom. Nikolas glanced at me with the corner of his eye, hesitated and then fired the rifle five or six more times. As Crom's lifeless body slumped to the floor, I stared at Nikolas in disgust. Our standoff was broken when the sounds of screaming and the clattering of tables and chairs began to consume Alessar's.\n\nWe ran out of the bathroom and Alessars was in chaos. Nikolas grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the back door. We burst out into the alleyway, running as fast as we could. As we rounded a corner, Nikolas stopped suddenly, causing me to crash into him.\n\n\"Wait,\" he said, looking around. \"Someone is watching us.\"\n\n\"Who?\" I asked, panting from the exertion.\n\n\"I dont know,\" he replied. \"But we have to move fast.\"\n\nWe continued to run, dodging through alleys and side streets. Finally, we arrived at the docks, where Nikolas led me to a small boat.\n\"Get in,\" he said, pushing me towards the boat. \"I'll take care of the rest.\"\n\nI hesitated for a moment, wondering if I could trust this man. But the sound of approaching footsteps made my decision for me. I quickly climbed into the boat, and Nikolas pushed it off the dock."}
{"id": "11d19749-af6e-4a01-8bb8-55e8949cbd1c-0", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T11:42:15.62", "backgroundColor": "#2c0909", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW31tJrT3ap6KrxB1UNF2P98W5XPJ6mmbpgj5Sh4Wci2o", "txHash": "0xea4ad7177a1fb0512edf6223772e4f38594868347f74a835fa17a78cc23cf2cc", "createdAtBlock": 16961179, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7688, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer David of the Veil", "text": "# Wizard on the Coast \n\n_\"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.\"_\n\n*Its another warm, sunny day, somewhere on a Forgotten beach.  \nAlong this sunny coast, we find our fren, a Wizard on the Coast with his familiar Wilson  on their daily walk along the beach.*\n\n      Lots of shoebies and snowbirds here this time of year.  \nWe have gathered an excessive amount of trash today David tells Wilson.\n\nAs the wizard and his familiar head further north on the beach.  \nA foul stench begins to encroach upon them as dead fish are seen littered along the beach.       \n\nThe two hesitantly continue forward even with the sight of more dead fish washing onto the shore.      \n\n\n      David finally pauses his walk and gazes ahead.       \n\n\n      The ocean water is dark and murky with an eerie red glow coming from deep within.      \n\n\n      Wilson looks up toward David, questioning why they have come this far.      \n      \n\nEfforts to clean the beach will not go unnoticed.  \n      But this is more sinister magic than thoughtless trash left on the beach.  \n      An aggressive and dangerous evil lurks within the water. David explains.      \n\n\nWe must turn back.       David tells Wilson.\n\n      David and Wilson head back.\n\n *As evening approaches, David and Wilson are seen sitting underneath a coconut tree watching the sunset.*      \n\nDavid looks toward Wilson.\n\nWe need to find a way to stop whatever dark magic is behind that Red Tide before it decimates the natural life that once thrived before its arrival.        \n\n      This problem cannot be faced alone. This fight cannot be won on our own.  \n      We will need to gather more wizards and warriors.        \n\n      Thinking out loud, David says to himself, \n      To raise awareness, we will need to raise funding."}
{"id": "11d19749-af6e-4a01-8bb8-55e8949cbd1c-1", "createdAt": "2023-04-02T11:42:15.62", "backgroundColor": "#2c0909", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW31tJrT3ap6KrxB1UNF2P98W5XPJ6mmbpgj5Sh4Wci2o", "txHash": "0xea4ad7177a1fb0512edf6223772e4f38594868347f74a835fa17a78cc23cf2cc", "createdAtBlock": 16961179, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7688, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer David of the Veil", "text": "Wilson scurries into the beach hut. Searching the shelf full of treats.  \nHe brings out an old box of McWazir French fries and a flyer for Dannys Diner then hands it to David.      \n\nGREAT IDEA WILSON! David excitedly says.\n\n\nWith all these fine dining establishments opening up in the Runiverse, I shall dabble in my own entrepreneurial endeavors as well! Snowbird season will be great for business. \n\n\nDavid continues.       We can finally make use of all those lemon trees.  \n      Our situation may be sour but with some !magic, we can sweeten things up. \n\n      Lets get to it Wilson. We have work to do!\"\n\n\n      *The next morning.       David and Wilson are seen standing behind a wooden table on the beach with a large sign stating LEMONADE*      \n\nCOME ONE, COME ALL,  \n      WE ARE OPEN FOR BUSINESS!"}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "**The Genesis of the Sacred Flame**\n\n \n\nIprix rubbed his temples again to ease the tension headache that just wouldnt go away. His bloodshot and iridescent lavender eyes gazed across the cluttered table at his friend Hashim. Where was I?\n\n \n\nYou were telling me where that dancing Flame behind you came from said Hashim.\n\n \n\nAh yessorrymy brains a bit more disorganized than usual Iprix responded with his infamous cackle. His familiar, Camazotz, echoed with a shriek of his own from his upside-down perch in the rafters of the Observatory. Well, Ill do my best to put the pieces together for you best I can. Bear with me, my friend. \n\n \n\nIprix took a long draught from his goblet of mead, which somehow seemed to focus his piercing gaze inwards as he began his tale\n\n \n\nIprix had spent the better part of a week traversing from his Observatory across the barren lands bordering the Psychic Leap due to the dreams that had been plaguing him for weeks on end of a burning fire in the distance. He would wake with a start, covered in sweat, knowing that he needed this Fire just as that Ancient, Prometheus, had lusted after the flame to benefit humanity. The emerald-hued Wizard wasnt sure his quest was nearly as noble but knew in the depths of his soul that it was just as necessary. To him at least and that was all that mattered. Plus, he had his lucky horseshoe and his demonic little bat friend Camazotz, so all was as it should be."}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "After six arduous days of trudging through what many considered wastelands, Iprix gazed upon the shimmer on the horizon that marked the pathway to the Psychic Leap. This was far from unfamiliar to him, but it was a place he had learned to only venture towards in times of dire need the older he got. His first visit here many years in the past was the reason he had become a member of the Purple Order, but now in his wisdom was well aware that one day a trip through the Veil would result in him never coming backat least not to this Reality. If it werent for the Rune of Brass branded in his skin at a young age, Iprix understood he already would have succumbed to madness.\n\n \n\nWhat do ya say, Camie? Think we got this in us one more time? \n\n \n\nCamazotz, per usual, just flitted about his Masters head, but one thing he would never do is leave the crazed Wizards side. That bond was unbreakable. Without another word said, the pair stepped through the Portal leading to the Realm of madness and dreams.\n\n \n\nUpon the other side, Iprix sneezed twice and rubbed the glare from his eyes to adjust as the Psychic Leap was both part of yet far removed from the Realm of Man. Due to Iprixs previous travels here, he was accustomed to the mental strain, but anyone not already bordering on madness was not welcome here. Luckily, Iprix and Camazotz both were slightly insane from birth.\n\n \n\nPer usual, the landscape was never the same upon entering with this occasion having the vista ahead be a path leading upwards to what appeared to be a mountain peak without a summit in sight. Kobold shit thats gonna be a hike eh Camie? Camazotz did not care as he had wings and could perch under his mad masters cloak if he needed a rest."}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "But we have to do this cuz I cant take these dreams anymore. Theyre driving me even madder! Iprix burst into laughter that echoed off the mountainside. Camie did not seem amused but his lot in life was chosen, so he had no other choice but to tag along to keep an eye on the slightly insane Iprix.\n\n \n\nAs the saying goes, the journey of a thousand miles starts with one step and Iprix hoped this would be far shorter but was willing to go as far as he needed to just so he could get a decent nights rest again. With the thought of dreamless nights ahead of him, he stepped onto the slightly uneven terrain leading into the clouds.\n\n \n\nAfter walking upwards through the mist for what seemed like hours, Iprix heard from around the next bend Oy! Who goes there?! Announce yourselves or Ill skewer you right through!\n\n \n\nIprix, an adept Artificer of the Purple Hat Guild, was confident he wouldnt be riven in half but also knew to respect whatever entities inhabited the Realm he had entered. So to be politik, he responded It is I, Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos, with his faithful servant Camazotz but pray do not be disarmed by his cute appearance as he is actually a fearsome deity bound within this tiny little furry body that titters and flits about my being. Camie gave his best attempt at a sigh but let his Master deprecate him as he knew it was necessary in case he needed to save Iprix once again.\n\n \n\nWith that being said, the tiniest Kobold one had ever seen with the biggest broadsword balanced precariously on its shoulder stepped from around the corner. With an untrustworthy glance, the tiny creature spoke with much bravado What reason do you have for climbing MY mountain?!\n\n \n\nSurely this cant be YOUR mountain little"}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "Surely this cant be YOUR mountain little\n\n \n\nLITTLE?! I WILL SMITE YOU DOWN NOW FOR SUCH INSOLENCE! Scream the knee-high Kobold as he charged towards Iprix who nimbly sidestepped the tiny tyrant.\n\n \n\nApologies apologies my friend. What I meant to say was MAGNAMIMOUS Master of said Mountainyes yes thats correct right, Camie? Iprix said as he side-eyed his familiar. If Camazotz was not in mid-flight he may have shrugged his shoulders in exasperation but all he could do was let a little squeak of embarrassment out for the both of them.\n\n \n\nOhwellyes I am MAGNAMIMOUS and I AM a MASTER of this MOUNTAIN! the miniscule Kobold said. Now that you recognize my power, I need to know why youre here! Otherwise as he menacingly raised the sword above his head. \n\n \n\nNo no my friend. I want no trouble. You see, I am no stranger to this Land. Dont you see this lovely purple hat that so perfectly sits astride my disturbingly handsome head? It is here that I have found my Power and from here is where I draw my Power. With all due respect, I am on a quest as a Flame has been infuriatingly infiltrating my peaceful dream each and every night and after night upon night of restless sleep I knew this was the only place I could find surcease and the reason to my madnesswell not my total madness but the madness of my sleeplessness. You see?\n\n \n\nThe tiny Kobold was clearly confused by the ramblings of Iprix but being an entity of madness itself refused to admit to such, so he said YesI see. Regardless of you being welcome in this Realm and on my Mountain, I cant let you go any further because I am the Guardian of what lies at the Mount!"}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "Iprix rubbed his eyes trying to hide his exasperation. Being in the Psychic Leap, he knew that this little being was probably one of immense power, but also knew his own strengths and was confident he could blast it into oblivion. Knowing that Camie disapproved of his brash behavior, he figured he would be polite and try to solve this diplomatically. \n\n \n\nWhat is it that I need to do for you to let me pass, my friend? Iprix intoned.\n\n \n\nThe small mud-green Kobold squinted up at the emerald hued Wizard while still holding his massive sword en garde. We could battle to which Iprix lavender eyes flashed and Camazotz seemed to grow three times larger causing the Kobold to shrink back or you could answer a question that Ive been pondering for quite a while he said hopefully after seeing the Magic emanate from the two before him.\n\n \n\nAhyesthe pursuit of solving a problemyes yes I would MUCH prefer that than battling one such asyoufor I truly fear the outcome. Iprix knew he could blast the tiny tyrant from the side of the mountain but something about the little monster with the giant sword touched one of the few soft spots he had left in his heart. Go one, friend. What is this question?\n\n \n\nIf you fail, It is not I who will blast you from this Realm but the Realm itself! You know what that means yes?!\n\n \n\nYes I do. It means utter madness for me. I have been to the brink before and know what lies on the other side but at this point sleepless nights are driving me there regardless. Please, my friend, just give me your riddle. I am half past mad as it is. Mayhaps full madness would be welcome. To that, Camie gave an alarmed look."}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "Well thenhere it isYou measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. Im quick when Im thin and slow when Im fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?\n\n \n\nUpon hearing this, Iprix burst out laughing. The answer was beyond obvious to a mind such as his. Really Magnanimous Master of the Mount? You are this easy to defeat? Why this is what I have been visited in my dreams every nighta flame! A candles flame to be precise!!\n\n \n\nWhat?! HowdidI cantNOOOOOO!!! The small green man screamed as his dissipated into the aether. As his body quickly disappeared it was replaced by a rotating jewel that was lit with an ethereal flame. Immediately Camazotz flew in-between Iprix and the object his sleepless nights shrieking and batting his wings trying to keep the Wizard from walking towards the Flame.\n\n \n\nHey! Stop that ya little flea-bag! As Iprix reached forward to touch the floating fiery rune. Upon touching it a cataclysmic BOOM erupted leading to nothingness.\n\n \n\nIprix wasnt sure how much time had passed but he was back in his Observatory and in his fireplace was the dancing jewel encompassed by the ethereal flame. He was slumped in his favorite chair with an open jar of Peyote buttons strewn across his lap. Camie was perched in the rafters glaring at him.\n\n \n\nCamiedid..uhweuhhtravel to the Psychic Leap and talk to a tiny Kobold with a massive sword? And did that creepy flame over there get won in a battle of a riddle? \n\n \n\nCamazotz, per usual, said nothing out loud but everything with his baleful stare."}
{"id": "c47c33d0-c5d5-4106-acb1-a7bd2a673cf1-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:51.199", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcw3Dc8VJR9SxXMThhyZhxTFUwZNcVPfjzEaewEaEzAcU", "txHash": "0x30e7da4e07edbc8cc30d3d2d139bc1cf6299f329b3144cba8b01b8d2d89afe97", "createdAtBlock": 14214506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8366, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos", "text": "Hashim just stared at the only person he considered his friend for a few moments before speaking. Sowas this just a drug induced psychosis or did you really travel to the Psychic Leap again to get that Thing?\n\n \n\nMy friend, I wish I could tell you but I havent the faintest idea Iprix cackled.\n\n \n\nGods youre insane Iprix. So whats it do? The assassin-sorcerer asked as he idly scratched the chin of his familiar Azazel.\n\n \n\nWith an astonishingly quick moment of clarity, Iprix told the veiled man before him Thats the frightening part. My delving into the object has shown me that its sole purpose is to consume ones soul and transmute it into the Darkness. Im not talking madness my friend...Im talking actual Evil.\n\n \n\nAnd your choice? Hashim asked with slitted eyes knowing he may have to kill his only friend if he chose that other path.\n\n \n\nWithout his normal joking cadence, Iprix looked Hashim dead in the eye and said If it werent for my Rune of Brass branded into my chest, I would have already been taken by the Flame. Its the only thing keeping me from being taken. One day soon, we must be rid of it. I know now it cannot be destroyed without consuming a soul in its place. Trust me, Hashim, I do not want this for myself. I told you because youre the only one I trust besides Camie.\n\n \n\nWith that, Hashim and Iprix raised their goblets and drained the last of their mead as the glow of the Flame played across their somber features."}
{"id": "31d36084-5d89-418c-8660-6f0558d995ea-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-21T04:10:40.923", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPuCjKns7BWZFHTKKr1XUx2BAQwHAyH3iuMXbEmhj7S1t", "txHash": "0x45dc469613a19e47724224bdb8d180d54506e9f1424ae18df24c5fb55a645c13", "createdAtBlock": 16452699, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8202, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPZ3NV27N74WAWeRN54Cxo7Q1eq9Pa89gzfxJkvWgh7in", "name": "Ethereal Spectre Casper of the Death Cloud", "text": "# Revelry of Souls\n#\nAt the All Hallows Eve Ball, mischief reigns. Tonight its rule is absolute. As with most catastrophe, it begins with a drunken stunt. We clumsily attempt to summon Casper, a ghost known for cosmic wisdom in hopes that he will impart such fateful knowledge upon us frivolous fools. To our public delight and private dismay, we succeed.\n#\nFire materializes as if called from the ether. Flames like I've never seen before. Royal purples bleeding with neon greens. Together, they flicker and dance on the floor as the flames grow into the shape of a crouched man. Everyone holds their breath at the sobering sight. Casper slowly stands with the noble resignation of a dying god. Unease blossoms within the guests. The fire spreads outward along the floor like waves of a rising tide. Fear and panic ensue.\n#\nI search for a path to flee, but the ethereal flames wick across every surface as if to paint the room with its infernal majesty. The certainty of mortal release grips the crowd. Several guests crash against the rear exit doors, but there is no escaping this immolation cage. And at the center of it swirls a cloud of death. *O eldritch ghost, how thou crackle.* As ethereal flames consume, the void sighs. Casper embraces his fresh souls with paternal reverence; I am among them."}
{"id": "7e46986c-5e1c-4a45-9ca3-024ce5a37f72-0", "createdAt": "2023-04-03T08:31:26.597", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNa19T4ks6tLF2jLkTvoCaDp99oSikB3J1U9ZL4fkN8Gt", "txHash": "0x171252874f9b0aa4c7fa15cbc9a8a151dbe1c2f15b5e8a838805d540d7f4ada6", "createdAtBlock": 16967336, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcAHekkcy14mCC41y2d9L9zgms321VDKGDYKxYEMo7Fhf", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "# Tabitha and the Portal of Exploration\n\n## Ancient Lore\n\nAccording to the ancient legends of the Forgotten Runes, there is a magic portal that is said to have been created by a powerful wizard many centuries ago. This wizard, whose name was @wizard389 was said to have been a traveler and explorer who was constantly seeking out new worlds and dimensions to explore.\n\nAs the story goes, @wizard389 was on one of his many adventures when he stumbled upon a powerful artifact that he believed could be used to create a portal to other dimensions. He spent many years studying the artifact and experimenting with its power, until he finally discovered the secret of how to create the portal.\n\nThe portal itself was said to be a swirling vortex of magical energy from the quantum down, surrounded by ancient forgotten runes and symbols that glowed with an otherworldly light. Lumos placed the portal in a remote location, deep in a forest that was difficult to access, in order to protect it from those who might seek to abuse its power.\n\nThe portal, it is said, has the power to transport travelers to random locations throughout the world, depending on their intentions and desires. Some say that the portal has a mind of its own, and that it chooses its destinations based on the needs of the traveler who passes through it.\n\nToday, the portal remains a mystery to most, but its power and potential for adventure continue to capture the imaginations of those who seek out the unknown and the magical.\n\nOver the centuries, the location of the portal was forgotten, and it was only through chance that Tabitha stumbled upon it during her exploration of the Marsh in the Runiverse. Continue to read how this came to pass!"}
{"id": "7e46986c-5e1c-4a45-9ca3-024ce5a37f72-1", "createdAt": "2023-04-03T08:31:26.597", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNa19T4ks6tLF2jLkTvoCaDp99oSikB3J1U9ZL4fkN8Gt", "txHash": "0x171252874f9b0aa4c7fa15cbc9a8a151dbe1c2f15b5e8a838805d540d7f4ada6", "createdAtBlock": 16967336, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcAHekkcy14mCC41y2d9L9zgms321VDKGDYKxYEMo7Fhf", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "## Tabitha finds the Portal\nTabitha had always been curious about the secrets hidden within the depths of the Marsh. She spent most of her days wandering through the thick, muddy terrain, searching for hidden treasures and ancient artifacts. One day, as she was trotting along on her prancing pony Jingle-Jangle, she stumbled upon something unusual.\n\n\n\nThere, tucked away in a small clearing, was a peculiar stone structure. It was unlike anything Tabitha had ever seen before - it was tall and wide, with smooth, polished surfaces and intricate carvings etched into its sides. Tabitha dismounted her pony and approached the structure, examining it closely.\n\nAs she circled the structure, she noticed a faint glow emanating from within. Her curiosity piqued, she approached the source of the glow and found herself standing in front of a shimmering portal. The runes etched into its surface glowed with a magical energy, beckoning Tabitha to step through.\n\n\n\n\n### The Wayfinder\n\nWhen Tabitha approached the portal, she noticed a small book lying next to it. The book was old and worn, its cover decorated with intricate engravings that seemed to glimmer in the light. Curiosity piqued, she picked up the book and began to flip through its pages.\n\nThe book was filled with ancient text and illustrations that seemed to describe the portal and its many wonders. As she read on, she came across a section that explained how a traveler could find their way back to the runiverse after passing through the portal.\n\nAccording to the book, there was a small device called a \"**Wayfinder**\" that could be activated by the traveler upon entering a new world. The Wayfinder would store a magical imprint of the traveler's unique energy signature, allowing them to trace their way back to the portal at any time."}
{"id": "7e46986c-5e1c-4a45-9ca3-024ce5a37f72-2", "createdAt": "2023-04-03T08:31:26.597", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNa19T4ks6tLF2jLkTvoCaDp99oSikB3J1U9ZL4fkN8Gt", "txHash": "0x171252874f9b0aa4c7fa15cbc9a8a151dbe1c2f15b5e8a838805d540d7f4ada6", "createdAtBlock": 16967336, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcAHekkcy14mCC41y2d9L9zgms321VDKGDYKxYEMo7Fhf", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "To activate the Wayfinder, the traveler simply had to speak the incantation written in the book while holding the device. Once activated, the Wayfinder would glow with a soft light, indicating that it had successfully captured the traveler's energy signature.\n\nIf the traveler ever needed to return to the portal, they could simply speak the incantation again while holding the Wayfinder, and it would guide them back to the portal through the mystical energies that flowed between the worlds.\n\nTabitha was amazed by the ingenuity of the device, and quickly set to work crafting her own Wayfinder. She knew that she would be exploring many different worlds in the future, and having a way to find her way back to the portal would be invaluable. \n\nThe next two weeks she carefully started crafting the Wayfinder, following the instructions she had found in the book next to the portal. She gathered the necessary ingredients, which included rare herbs, crystals, and enchanted metals. Some of the ingredients were easy to find, but others required her to venture deep into the marsh and face dangerous creatures.\n\nEach day, she worked tirelessly on the Wayfinder, carefully mixing the ingredients and infusing them with magic. She used her wand to channel her energy into the mixture, and the herbs and crystals glowed brightly as they absorbed her power.\n\nAs the days passed, Tabitha's hands grew calloused from the constant work, but she persisted, knowing that the Wayfinder was essential if she ever wanted to find her way back to the Runiverse after venturing through the portal.\n\nFinally, on the last day, Tabitha completed the final step of the ritual. She held the Wayfinder aloft and whispered the incantation that would activate it. The crystals in the device began to glow, and she felt a surge of energy emanating from it."}
{"id": "7e46986c-5e1c-4a45-9ca3-024ce5a37f72-3", "createdAt": "2023-04-03T08:31:26.597", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNa19T4ks6tLF2jLkTvoCaDp99oSikB3J1U9ZL4fkN8Gt", "txHash": "0x171252874f9b0aa4c7fa15cbc9a8a151dbe1c2f15b5e8a838805d540d7f4ada6", "createdAtBlock": 16967336, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcAHekkcy14mCC41y2d9L9zgms321VDKGDYKxYEMo7Fhf", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "With the Wayfinder in hand, Tabitha felt confident that she could now venture through the portal and return safely to the Runiverse. She smiled, proud of her accomplishment, and stowed the Wayfinder safely in her bag. She knew that she would never again be lost in the unfamiliar world outside the Runiverse.\n\nTechnical details on the Wayfinder below*\n\n## Tabithas first trip through the portal\nWithout further hesitation, Tabitha stepped into the portal, and suddenly found herself transported to a wondrous new world. The air was warm and salty, and she could hear the crashing of waves on the shore nearby. She looked around in awe, taking in the beauty of her surroundings.\n\nJingle-Jangle had followed her through the portal and was prancing around in excitement, kicking up sand with his hooves. Tabitha laughed in delight, realizing that this portal was unlike anything she had ever encountered before.\n\n\n\nFrom that moment on, Tabitha knew that she had discovered something truly extraordinary. She made a mental note to explore this portal more in the future, knowing that it could lead her on all sorts of wild and unexpected adventures.\n\n\n#### Footnotes"}
{"id": "7e46986c-5e1c-4a45-9ca3-024ce5a37f72-4", "createdAt": "2023-04-03T08:31:26.597", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNa19T4ks6tLF2jLkTvoCaDp99oSikB3J1U9ZL4fkN8Gt", "txHash": "0x171252874f9b0aa4c7fa15cbc9a8a151dbe1c2f15b5e8a838805d540d7f4ada6", "createdAtBlock": 16967336, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcAHekkcy14mCC41y2d9L9zgms321VDKGDYKxYEMo7Fhf", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "#### Footnotes\n\n*The mechanism for returning to the Runiverse after traveling through the portal is based on the concept of magical resonance. Every traveler who steps through the portal creates a unique resonance that is recorded by the portal's magic. This resonance acts like a homing beacon, allowing the traveler to return to the portal and be transported back to the Runiverse.\nWhen a traveler enters the portal, their resonance is recorded and stored in a magical crystal located at the center of the portal. This crystal serves as a beacon that can be activated by the traveler when they wish to return to the Runiverse.\nTo activate the crystal, the traveler must simply touch it and focus their thoughts on returning to the Runiverse. The crystal will then emit a burst of magical energy that will transport the traveler back through the portal and into the Runiverse.\nThe crystal can only be activated by the traveler who created the resonance, ensuring that only they can return to the Runiverse through the portal. This mechanism ensures that the portal remains safe and secure, and that travelers can always find their way back home."}
{"id": "24030c08-add5-47fb-9a04-398d7087e9a0-0", "createdAt": "2023-01-21T11:21:11.43", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6Lveb2CF7RuGgqQmaBSnTCDPta3xZTWrhqiMTKTyJMf", "txHash": "0x25fcd54538495d9f2294c498852053fe6a05b97299b9463dbebbbf75bd52e223", "createdAtBlock": 16454840, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2246, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFdYZnZqA2qj1bX7fexNPAfNFkzv5m6guWHu3yzCVKo6", "name": "Thorne Rival of Atlantis", "text": "# THORNE OF THE ROOTZ TRIBE\n\n# PART ONE - ATLANTEAN\n\n\n\nThorne was born into a life of battle and conquest. Raised in the fighting pits of Atlantis, he was orphaned at a young age and left to fend for himself. But Thorne's instinct for survival was strong, and he quickly became known for his strength and skill in combat. He became a Knight of Atlantis, lauded as a protector of the realm! But the constant wars and conflicts he faced left him feeling hollow and empty.\n\nOn what would be his final mission as a Knight, Thorne was sent to quell a rebellion that had sprung up in the lower districts of Atlantis. He travelled on foot, walking through the city's golden streets until he reached the slums. There, the people he encountered were dressed in tattered clothes, and many of them fled or hid as Thorne approached. The image of a protector held no meaning in this place, instead Thorne was seen as a monster marching into their home.\n\nThorne walked slowly through the narrow streets, his armour clinking with each step.\n\nTurning a corner, he was confronted by a group of men. Each holding a weapon and wearing black leather. They were a rough-looking bunch, with hard faces and bodies that bore the scars of street fights and labour. Tattoos of animals and skulls adorned their skin.\n\n\"Stand down,\" Thorne commanded, his voice echoing through the alleyway. \"I am here on the orders of the King. Surrender now.\"\n\nThe men sneered at Thorne, their hands tightening on their weapons. \"We don't take orders from anyone, especially not a tin can like you\" one of them spat. \"We will fight for our freedom, no matter the cost.\""}
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{"id": "c6913dbb-da44-4c1a-b102-3316ff047148-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:36.571", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaTSAiJMJQ9K2js73TL4GpKqFLdinrXJwos8iFbjSHxWP", "txHash": "0x5a26204559c454396f543fac7dc174e790cceae0c4c96e8762e26049f7c8a040", "createdAtBlock": 14245935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3809, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Wolfram of the Oasis", "text": "Born under the shining light of the lone white star was a baby with ivory skin and the lightest touch of ginger hair on its head. Which was strange as he was born the child of a couple of desert nomads, a folk typically sun-kissed by the burning gaseous orb in the sky to a deep brown colour of their skin. Their child was recognised as an albino, the most revered and respected members of their community. They called their son Wolfram.\nThe first few years of Wolframs years were marked by a typical family life in the nomad community. Together with his parents, Wolfram spent his days traversing the desert, searching for food and water whilst getting a basic education from the caravan's elders. Wolfram never was happier than these first years, playing with the other children unknowing that his future would be spent in isolation and in elitist circles.\nAt his ten-year mark, typically a joyous occasion as it was the day the children became part of the community and received their own mount, Wolfram woke up to find no celebrations were being prepared. Whats more is that next to his bedroll, he found his mother crying and his father silently consoling her. He didnt understand. Wolfram got up but wasnt even out of his tent before black-clad strangers entered the tent."}
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{"id": "e6289480-6a4b-4442-834c-78ba3d2bfff8-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:43:28.994", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma1xrRuAGo2VAJrFh56pLBXKv7SrgweBctyj3zn21ty6H", "txHash": "0xbcfb6aa7cf47fcacf843b7d43cd6cde326e2eb359fb42dbd2e6a7698b61f97c6", "createdAtBlock": 14621291, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 240, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Troll the Dependable", "text": "### A great heat poured across Trolls muzzle as he woke to find the snow melting around him. Before him now stood a motley group of wizards. Some were human, some were hybrids, and some were completely otherworldly. They were decked in robes of all different colors and carried all sorts of trinkets and propsstaffs, books, potions, feathersthere seemed to be no one wizard that looked exactly alike.  \n\n### You must be freezing! one wizard cried out.\n\n### Lets warm you up! another wizard suggested.\n\n### Dont move! a third wizard exclaimed.\n\n### Red flames burst out from the hands of a wizard whose head was a flaming skull. The fire encircled Troll, quickly vaporizing the remaining snow without singeing a single hair on his body and vanishing without a trace of smoke. Troll tried lifting his leg and found that he was able to move again. He felt warm, and he felt good.\n\n### Now, lets get you to the party!\n\n### Its Christmas!\n\n### Someone get this pony some ale!\n\n### And so Troll joined the crew of wizards as they made their way down the path and across the treeline and into a wide and open clearing. There were hundreds of wizards here, maybe even thousands, playing games and opening presents and drinking ale beneath a massive Christmas tree. There were other ponies in the clearing too, eating and racing and watching cool movies in 3D.\n\n### Whats your name by the way? a wizard asked Troll.\n\n### Troll lifted his hoof and traced out his name in the snow, T-R-O-L-L.\n\n### Troll! What a wonderful name! the wizard shouted.\n\n### A magical name! another wizard chimed in.\n\n### A name fit for a true and loyal steed! a third wizard stated as a matter of fact."}
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{"id": "f60e5982-2eb8-4c44-a24d-6c979c3fe76d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:42:20.016", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfLnxM6jksm7edTMHUZh1CXzSfbCHqwpYjttx8XbqTUc", "txHash": "0x7b4a23104612129dea59b97adebaf7fa73fbc29b51a89bce67a3e482a1800e5a", "createdAtBlock": 14620552, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2371, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNRkaXyfyYokG8YFr3RzaauexJPQf1DwznxMejBkUmpV2", "name": "Necromancer Scratch of the Gnostics", "text": "# The Call from Beyond the Veil \n\nIn the days approaching the last full moon of the harvest, a flame was born out of the ether. It appeared, sputtering and bursting into existence on a small farm in the middle of a turnip patch in front of a goat faced farm boy named Scratch.\n\nHe had never seen anything like it before, but didn't seem like it was going anywhere or dying out, so he went back inside to ponder what to do about it. A knock on the door came not long into his musings. A grinning yellow cleric with a flowing grey beard greeted Scratch and bowed low, introducing himself as Milton.\n\n\"Please let me handle this. I promise you'll be fairly compensated. Soon those that hear the call will come.\"\n\nOver the next several hours the wizards came. At first slowly, then all at once. Every size, shape, color was represented in the masses. A legion of magical folk gathered on his family's rural land. Scratch resigned himself to the situation and to witness whatever strange ritual was occurring.\n\nThat evening the wizards were gathered around the flame and were enjoying socializing with their friends and acquaintances. When a sudden tense quiet fell over the gathering. A wizard past his years had stepped forward over the unseen threshold and into the circle of the flame. \n\nMilton seeing this called the challenge out to the wizard, who seemed to be measuring his own resolve and strength in the moment.\n  \n\"Wizard! Do you wish to burn in the sacred flame?\"\n\n\"I DO\" he answered back, finding his resolve.\n\n\"Dark magic is unpredictable. Do you understand that the results may be undesirable?\"\n\n\"I UNDERSTAND\" there was mania in the old man's eyes.\n\n\"It seems you can not be dissuaded. Do you submit yourself to the flame?\"\n\n\"I SUBMIT\" the wizard yelled as he burst forward with surprising speed towards his destiny."}
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{"id": "2577578e-af9b-49a4-9c8e-e28c1b94d5ad-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:12.479", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZtXxdQR5BQgRakUkZXiqtr5Pf9VSNVpxmZ6yvekKCav", "txHash": "0xaed75d1c6f4787e5b0ac5d8afbc2384aa31be39b2650ad11debff25662bc3f96", "createdAtBlock": 14301451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7907, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXJa72yCorczM512NUMrmcTqKUUx5pgJF4ACHEAh3VN4h", "name": "Sorcerer Apollo of the Astral Plane", "text": "*\"Would you care to join us for a drink, I promise I wont bite\"*\n  \nA cursed being from an astral plane, one is often left surprised by Apollos' impeccably charming nature. Ironically named by his scholarly companions due to his natural aversion to the sun, undead complexion and bat companion. He now lives among the sorcerers of the Red Wizard Capital offering guidance on any and all discussions regarding his rather unsavory realm.\t\n  \t\t\t\nGrowing quite fond of his new name and his following success, Apollo now tries to move from his past life in the astral plane.\t\t\n  \t\t\t\nAs such he has adopted his new life away from his past with open arms, finding respite in the many peculiarities of the capital and its fascinating collection of sorcerers. It's here he calls home.\t\t\n \t\t\t\nOnce a man vampirically cursed to live undying in the astral planes. Apollo now finds himself with much of life's splendor and beauty to catch up on. Devout on chasing the possibilities for more and caring little for those unwilling to dream, he has risen in popularity amongst his fellow sorcerers and often rides a fine line between arrogance and confidence.\t\t\t\t\nIt wasnt long before he became one of the leading researchers on planar travel, however unlike most Apollo has never understood the reasoning of his peers. He remains baffled at the people's wish to leave their beautiful world for the simple leisure of planar travel? To Apollo this notion is nothing but ridiculous.\n\t\t\t\t\n*Why not protect this brilliant realm instead of wasting all this time and research to try and send the few to survive a plane of existence that's already dead?*"}
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{"id": "2577578e-af9b-49a4-9c8e-e28c1b94d5ad-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:12.479", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTZtXxdQR5BQgRakUkZXiqtr5Pf9VSNVpxmZ6yvekKCav", "txHash": "0xaed75d1c6f4787e5b0ac5d8afbc2384aa31be39b2650ad11debff25662bc3f96", "createdAtBlock": 14301451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7907, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXJa72yCorczM512NUMrmcTqKUUx5pgJF4ACHEAh3VN4h", "name": "Sorcerer Apollo of the Astral Plane", "text": "Those who fained interest leave by the time he claims his success was enabled by the discovery of a bat, his perfect familiar . Whether having asked or not most now know of the story, how Apollo chose to adopt his bat friend and helped nurse the bat back to health. Seeing the chance of comradery and an ally in a new world, Apollo sought to protect his new familiar while they wandered through the frog mashes & Kolbolt Crossroads. It wasnt until the once dying bat was restored to his flying self that they stumbled upon the gates of the Red Wizard Capital. Apollo saw this not as luck, but destiny and the 2 have been inseparable ever since.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\nToday Apollos favorite prank to pull with his familiar friend starts when he sends his familiar off to procure expensive wines from many of the capital's finest cellars replacing the bottles with forged notes of fellow sorcerers stating *Ill pay you back soon, regards.......*. A natural born hedonist this is not the end of Apollos fun, he has taken to the pleasures of this new realm developing a great fondness for the vast variations of wines and liqueurs served. To this day he remains starstruck by the many beautiful taverns and pubs of the capital.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\nSome it is true are put off by his undead eyes and sickly skin, but most find themselves succumbing to the natural charm of his merry heart. As such he is often seen sporting a charming smile in many of the busy taverns of the city. It is here he enjoys the pleasure of refined drinking & trading of stories with the wonderful common folk of the realm."}
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{"id": "1251f6f3-dd44-4d63-8d8e-bdd61a20c534-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:53.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgtzbfLnSPEDBDmkmfQpSzZ5J1M8i4TBtbJxVr82577F", "txHash": "0x9a498b2c097e4fe286cdcc92b7ed529b11fad8385e4ad7bae943dfb51b990a1a", "createdAtBlock": 14335602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1143, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPVg61tiutSQEBd7dK3wNjzaZq6Kz5V69zqfDydP1FpSs", "name": "Cryptomancer Aleister of the Obelisk", "text": "## **State of Play**\n\n\nI used to be part of a cult. It was pretty fun for a while. We would hang out and talk about how we were better than other cults, how wed help our cult, and what the future would look like for us as the best if not one of the better cults. It was loads of fun! Anyway, eventually we decided we should start a basketball team since a few of us were pretty decent ballers and I myself was pretty good. I personally found that opponents struggle to play when you light a fire under their ass. \n\nEventually, I got bored of the basketball. I didnt quit when they banned the use of magic on opposition players, that seemed pretty fair, I actually quit after a time in which the league got really competitive. At that point most teams had established frameworks for approaching the game of basketball. The introduction of new structures and rules taught us to play within those limits until everybody was kinda playing the same game, not only every team but every player had also figured out what to do, where to move and how to make the best use of the space. For a good time we were all playing this boring game in competition with each other, until some new dude joined the cult and started a lot of us on an entirely different direction. \n\nI have no idea who this wizard was or how they even got into the cult. Sure, Id seen them around. I might even have seen them around before the basketball playing days, but regardless; this wizards name and face escape me even to this day."}
{"id": "1251f6f3-dd44-4d63-8d8e-bdd61a20c534-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:53.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgtzbfLnSPEDBDmkmfQpSzZ5J1M8i4TBtbJxVr82577F", "txHash": "0x9a498b2c097e4fe286cdcc92b7ed529b11fad8385e4ad7bae943dfb51b990a1a", "createdAtBlock": 14335602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1143, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPVg61tiutSQEBd7dK3wNjzaZq6Kz5V69zqfDydP1FpSs", "name": "Cryptomancer Aleister of the Obelisk", "text": "This wizard had noticed that wizards appeared to execute at a higher level (at least in basketball) when they were more organised than a bunch of wizards passing the ball around a circle, shooting the shit. He decided that we should use our magic for good and if we just became more organised we would eventually work out how to fix all of the problems in our lives. Not only that, we would find true recognition as the best cult out there.     \n\nI wasnt sure how to feel about this proposition at first. I felt like we did pretty good. Anyway, by this point I had become friends with a few of the guys in the cult and I didnt think too much about helping them out to do some cool stuff, I thought maybe itd even be fun! \n\nI remember a conversation I had with a wizard around this time;\n\n> Pretty fun being in this cult huh! Its a pretty freaking good cult, haha!    \n\n> Yeh! haha, I guess it is. You know what would be even more fun?\n\n> I dont know how we could have more fun! Sure, I want to know!    \n\n> We could make sure that everyone who joins the cult promises to have fun!\n\nI didnt really know what he meant by that, I was having fun without anyone telling me to have fun. I didnt see why we might need to enforce fun on people. It was a nice thought at least. What could be wrong with more fun? \n\nI remember thinking that if fun was a responsibility rather than a choice, it might slowly begin to feel like work, inauthentic, or something entirely different than fun had ever been in the first place. I tossed and turned over this but the decision was eventually made because some of the cult members had been doing volunteer work already anyway so we might as well help them out, for the cult."}
{"id": "1251f6f3-dd44-4d63-8d8e-bdd61a20c534-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:53.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgtzbfLnSPEDBDmkmfQpSzZ5J1M8i4TBtbJxVr82577F", "txHash": "0x9a498b2c097e4fe286cdcc92b7ed529b11fad8385e4ad7bae943dfb51b990a1a", "createdAtBlock": 14335602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1143, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPVg61tiutSQEBd7dK3wNjzaZq6Kz5V69zqfDydP1FpSs", "name": "Cryptomancer Aleister of the Obelisk", "text": "It was a new dawn for the cult. The cult was no longer just about fun. \n\nThere had been a *shift*. \n\n\nIt was now about helping people too!  \n\nIt was also probably a bit about being the best cult around and maybe also about some of the wizards being able to tell people that they werent just goofing around doing magic all the time. For me, it was FOR THE CULT! as we liked to shout after a few ales at Ye Olde Taverna, and to be honest I have never been sure about what will happen in the future, so what was I to do? Tell them it was a bad idea? How could I know? \n\nAnyway, as the years went on the cult became more and more organised. We got really good at paperwork, we got really good at cold-approaches, we got really good at making deals, we even got really good at telling people how good of a cult we were. By all intensive purposes we were succeeding at our goals. At a certain point, although we were a cult i.e. organised differently than a traditional business, we were meeting targets, having board meetings, and reading bottom lines like a corporate multi-national. \n\nIt was sometimes fun but I think over that time we forgot magic for a little while. It seemed that there was less space for magic when we filled our wizard brains with ideas about what the people wanted from us, what we could do for people, and how to best represent the cult to the world."}
{"id": "1251f6f3-dd44-4d63-8d8e-bdd61a20c534-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:53.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgtzbfLnSPEDBDmkmfQpSzZ5J1M8i4TBtbJxVr82577F", "txHash": "0x9a498b2c097e4fe286cdcc92b7ed529b11fad8385e4ad7bae943dfb51b990a1a", "createdAtBlock": 14335602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1143, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPVg61tiutSQEBd7dK3wNjzaZq6Kz5V69zqfDydP1FpSs", "name": "Cryptomancer Aleister of the Obelisk", "text": "Eventually I grew old and after a time of service for the cult it was time for me to take a step back. I looked back fondly on all the good work that the cult was able to do, I even made use of their services from time to time, but I found fun again in doing things without protocols, meeting notes, or god-awful start times. I had more freedom to do what I wanted with my own time. Sometimes, it was fun to do nothing. I did continue to attend some cult meetings and I even made some remarks at a few of them. Though truly, I found most of my fun in doing the thing I had been too preoccupied to do with all my energy focused on the goals of the cult: \n\n\n## Magic. \n\n\nDont get me wrong, there were still some wizards doing magic in the cult, just not in the same way as it had been used before. We had harnessed the power of magic like a dog that was now held back from sniffing all the poops in the park even if it wanted to. Occasionally thered be something interesting happening but many places were left unexplored. There were places to go and people to see. We were busy wizzies. \n\nIn reflection, I think I began to take all that cult business a bit too seriously at times. What had started out as a few wizards sitting in a circle telling each other fun stories and musing on the twists and turns of life, holding space for each other when it was needed, and generally just sitting around doing nothing(or magic), had turned into a venture, a resource allocation, and an opportunity.\n\nNow, after its all over (another story completely), i try my best to help wizards remember the runes that started us off on the whole magic cult thing, albeit with questionable success."}
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{"id": "57660d7b-0731-4c06-8546-b12d09783f2a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:19.55", "backgroundColor": "#d7c7a1", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQqbgrb8ueYiXxh9FJ2bxTYxmW5Zt3vNEm3MDspvdNqRM", "txHash": "0x6c9d038025fd81b84e62fa1f12170f3a323d427e17d6db18ecc5a846b7e88797", "createdAtBlock": 14388431, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8432, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZQBPX2BgyRxwzxRSEFsLvqh11hJr27JRLgYEuCJswQL8", "name": "Clairvoyant Gully of the Hills", "text": "## *Excerpt from Griselde's \"Compleat Naturalist,\" 4th ed.*\n\n\n\nIt would be reasonable for the naturalist to establish a division of the Anuran magic folk more or less into two groups: those whose skin is smooth and wet (what we might refer to as frogs), and those whose skin is rough and dry (what we might call toads). Members of the former group are likely to be found in the swamps and bogs of low elevation, requiring a moist environment in order to maintain their delicate membranes. The toads, in contrast, may avail themselves of a much wider range of habitats, their only requirement being a patch of mud in which to burrow through the cold winter months.\n\nDue to their large stature (compared with other members of the class Amphibia), they have few natural predators, and are accustomed to a rather blithe and unhurried existence. It is possiblebut difficult to provethat some unique method of magical concentration (e.g. clairvoyance) is the primary cause of their slothful demeanor. In any case, the only credible threat to an Anurans safety is the odd witch or wizard who gets it into their head that the incorporation of an amphibian of such size into their cauldron must necessarily provide a strong augment to their draughts. (That they may in fact be correct in their reasoning should by no means be considered justification for the destruction of a fellow magical creature. See section III.iii for further remarks on wizardly ethics.)"}
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{"id": "9b69f9bb-0fde-4e67-89c0-d92f66fb872a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:12.71", "backgroundColor": "#3b0f32", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPEu83oDTT8gtkBi4uSr9gKr1vYfc6WpNhAwsoiP4WjRV", "txHash": "0xe9d4f5b75b45f423c7d2ee15f0fb70e279b9d4c93fc2ca8e550b76542dd6fbb6", "createdAtBlock": 14459866, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9826, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Runecaster Daria of the Garden", "text": "# No Good Deed Goes Unpunished\n\nEXT. FARM - EARLY MORNING\n\nDarias father is hard at work harvesting crops on the family farm. The morning sun beams on his face as he takes a deep breath. Daria comes running from the house. \n\nDARIA - Father, did you see?! The town is giving away more ponies because the last contest winners didn't claim them in time! Olga has been such a great help to the farm. Let's go try to get you one for yourself! I guess there are some puzzles we need to try to solve.\n\nDARIAS FATHER - No, hunny. I had no idea. Let me finish up here, and well head into town. I have to buy some more seed for the crops, anyways.\n\nDaria and her father stroll into town. Daria is riding Olga, her pony. As they get into town, she ties Olga up and gives her a shiny green apple to hold her over until they get back. \n\nThey approach the middle of town and notice a large number of people frantically running all over the place, appearing to be searching for something. One man is running with a jelly donut up in the air. He has a giant smile across his face. \n\nA small group of children are playing in the streets.\n\nLITTLE GIRL\n(yelling) - \nAbracadabra! See, Im a wizard!\n\nDaria smiles at the little girl. Daria and her father approach a large sign. It reads When did the elf find a pie under his couch? \n\nDARIA - \nThis must be the clue for todays puzzle! \n\nDARIAS FATHER\n(nods) - \nAlright, then. Lets try to solve it."}
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{"id": "0c98a908-8a5a-4bd1-b64d-fecf164a991f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:05.979", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPMUpE6fbRy5Pae9KbEnjBfKehC8HU6h7AvpkXmY4Xo26", "txHash": "0x1b542d1684c3e8311d7d8074885ed526d1ca66a314772c46b253c3ed0bd26dcf", "createdAtBlock": 14114347, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 601, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Bane of the Atheneum", "text": "# Clever Boy Bane aka Sage Bane of the Atheneum aka Banane\n\nVery clever undead sage.\nBorn from piles of bones stored in a room somewhere inside the crypts of an ancient library, under the influence of Pluto in retrograde with and eclipse as primary catalyst.\nBane spent his formative years learning how to keep his aching and chalky body in one piece by sheer willpower.\nWhen he could finally hold it together whilst also focusing his mind on other things he ventured outside his broom closet and found books upon books, scrolls upon scrolls.\n\nEven the mice scattered when gazing upon his form in the moonlight. All but one, a peculiar little albino mouse.\nThe two became friends, as far as Bane knew what friendship was, and spent eacht coming day scouring trough the endless knowledge found in the library.\n\nMost of the books and scrolls were destroyed, but the rare few that were still readable contained secret knowledge that was thought to be lost to time.\nOut of this forgotten knowledge Bane forged the ultimate healing tool, his staff known in legends as \"Caduceus\".\n\nHis robe you ask? Taken from a dead body.\n\nA good friend of his, @wizard9068, likes to tell a completely different origin story of reptilian people originating from a far away and tiny icey planet."}
{"id": "bff47230-7e58-4a2c-bf08-814dbd5792f5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:06.824", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUuDfcfhvffckNZHkw4JVLmj13qYoPoHrgVbUBuNBCo2q", "txHash": "0xc4681dc7ce9a654346193064d48ee6448f5261ec8b00069ea360f2c0f37126c4", "createdAtBlock": 14114435, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2078, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNbvbZUJYEY3Pkg532zTPzEhXpH1te7auH27qf3Pky52X", "name": "Battle Mage Homer of the Quantum Shadow", "text": "# The meeting \n\nAs Homer approached the two wizards, he was apprehensive due to the hysterical crying.\n\n\"How could you kill her, you murderer?!\" cries the green hatted wizard\n\n\"I can fix her, I promise, just give me a second, I have done it before!\" says the crone.\n\nHomer then realizes this truly is just as it appears, two wizards.....very upset by the killing of a rabbit.  Homer has seen death, many times to many different types of creatures, this was but another death, but to these wizards, this was more?\n\n\"Are you two ok?\", asked homer.\n\n\"Yes, I just didn't see her, it's going to be ok, it's going to be fine!\".  As the Crone spirals into more and more hysteria, suddenly, the rabbit begins twitching, and appearing to....come back to life?!  \"I knew it, I knew I could do it!\", cheers the crone.\n\n*Hello Homer, of the Quantum Shadow*.  The...the voice was in his head.  As soon as he hears this voice, he notices both wizards seem just as shocked as him.  Who is speaking to them?\n \n\n\n\"Did one of you just speak to me?\", the Crone asks.  The Green wizard begins to sit on the stump, staring at the rabbit, \"Was that you?, that wasn't your native tongue, how was that performed?\".\n\n\"As your thaumaturge\", the rabbit, once again speaks into all of our heads, this time, seemingly in unison.\n\n\"We are going to have to keep a level head, I have seen many odd events, but this is a new one.  Let's take a step back, I am @wizard2078, what are you three known as?\""}
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{"id": "bc547478-9695-4538-9e84-76e7c37c5f94-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:07.679", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmc7CxUJGsPymUWpeW3dq3Gbwc7SV2e21prcQTqkPwiuYe", "txHash": "0x6c453082c3dac501c61c1d5ed9fcfb4e29e7c3be1f0647cbea64471eae4379bf", "createdAtBlock": 14115172, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5667, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Azar of Tartarus", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Azar of Tartarus\n\nBack in the days before Pyromancer Azar became known as such, he was simply the wizard Azar, a lonely, depressed soul with a perpetual death wish. Having grown weary of the miracle of life, one day he decided to end it all in one fell stroke. Azar went down to the local flea market, purchased a fancy gold goblet (because one must have style even in the hour of one's demise), bought a vial of basilisk venom, then went home, made himself a poison cocktail, and downed the whole thing in one gulp. In an ironic twist of fate, it turned out the cup he bought was actually a legendary Goblet of Immortality, and instead of dying, Azar became unkillable.\n\nIn the days that followed, Azar basically freaked out and tried every method under the sun to off himself: jumping off the highest tower in the Citadel, hiring thugs to stab him a million times with rusty shivs, stepping in front of an archmagus's Chain Lightning spell, eating some questionable pizza from Pyromancer Pete's Pizza Parlor, which is said to kill 1 out of every 2 customers. But nothing worked. In despair, the last thing he tried was to douse himself in oil and set himself on fire, but the only thing that accomplished was to imbue the flame with the Goblet's magic as well, so that it burned eternal. Now, instead of being an immortal human, Azar became an immortal flaming skeleton that's being burnt to a crisp over and over again...forever. Man, life sucks sometimes."}
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{"id": "e03e032a-e4d1-4831-8069-323a5bc983b6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:58.683", "backgroundColor": "#2a868f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQpmn8oLSbnoztW1hKMJMZrpcZwx1wNv5iieCse496xjy", "txHash": "0x45259d60f2ba8eccb54ceaa3ca6de89c64add087933f29c68270dd8d11b14b8f", "createdAtBlock": 14530815, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4958, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Hadrien of the Ether", "text": "# Hadrien's Second Chance\n\nHadriens parents were from before our time. They were as famous as they were infamous. When you border the line of good and evil, you are bound to manifest enemies along the way. \n\n### To call Hadrien and Azahls childhood horrific would be understating it.\n\nOn a full moon 2 days after Hadriens second birthday, there was a strange whistle that overtook the silence shortly after the family sat down for dinner. Their familiar went to its peephole to investigate the noise. The albino rat shivered and recoiled to its hiding place, preparing for certain death. \n\nHadriens father was a good man, but he was also a man that had been known throughout the runiverse to stick his nose where it simply did not belong. A favor turned into an obligation, and it all soon turned into a nightmare. The men outside were drunk off Ale and Anger, and there was no changing their minds. \n\nWhile Hadriens parents remained lifeless on the kitchen floor, a heated debate was ongoing. I need the Alchemist, You need a hole in the head before you need another Alchemist.  Hadrien and Azahl were eventually split apart and sold a few times over. Their parents were both such talented wizards, that these daughters were thought to surely excel in their crafts. \n\nLuckily for Hadrien, the most powerful wizards arent always evil. When she was 8, TGFG rescued Hadrien, and slayed the revolting troll that had kept her captive. Unfortunately TGFG was not able to track down Azahl until she was 14. Azahl changed drastically in those years that she was imprisoned."}
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{"id": "31d51d16-af24-4fa6-8a4a-9600f6b5c045-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:56.128", "backgroundColor": "#581a00", "index": 9, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5hW4x92eAb47eMg37h6NotfTgWNMgZxwXBJhWyhVJzf", "txHash": "0x994f1638d38c6442ddf89f4b8ff673f5e8b148fb042617287edc9e41fecd7e9b", "createdAtBlock": 13752858, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmaw7PBADLhA1BckhihhrdY7gQfkbWabAMAQwfpMnpviLp", "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "3cbaed9e-7337-4aee-9bae-476f85e71efb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:11.458", "backgroundColor": "#249f34", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUjHXh3ex3PZWzRGcoz6LWkapqccYbJJk13jboSJU43jC", "txHash": "0xb6907fe2d289a85d998d4e482a0d472ebf67c91502879034679dcb272943c74f", "createdAtBlock": 14605886, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1837, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Diana of the Wold", "text": "## Birth in the Valley of the Void Disciple\n\nDiana is the eldest daughter from the the House of Rose, one of four families sworn to protect the environment of the Valley of the Void Disciple. The Valley of the Void Disciple is a harsh arid climate that is also the sacred home and breeding grounds of the Triple Crowned Cockatrice.\n\n## House of Rose\n\nIn the valley where water is scarce, the House of Rose managed to grow an oasis civilization centered on efficient energy usage. The capital city where Diana was born, is legendary for its breathtakingly beautiful gardens where you can see and smell a variety of Desert Roses. The beauty of the gardens speak to the city's efficient water infrastructure. Diana carries a rose with her to remember the beauty of these gardens.\n\n\n## Rune of Air\n\nFrom a young age, Diana was trained to wield Rose's special air magic. Those trained in this magic can cast a range of wind spells by manipulating air pressure. House Rose's mastery over the wind gives them a natural synergy with the Triple Crowned Cockatrice. Legend has it that warriors of Rose once rode the Cockatrice into battle.\n\n## Combat\n\nDiana is physically agile, thanks to her Huntress genetics, but prefers to subdue her opponents with air magic. As a strong proponent of peace, Diana's air spells are the perfect tool to defuse potentially dangerous situations without causing harm. \n\nHowever, if she needs to attack she has strong options. Of course she can always sweep her opponents off their feet with a powerful gust of wind, but she has developed a unique spell that rapidly swirls the air around her opponent's head and sends them into a state of confusion. This attack on the head can induce illusions, leading to her title *Illusionist Diana*.\n\n## Residence in the Wold"}
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{"id": "ea241554-1268-4667-a514-c86003f19520-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:50.616", "backgroundColor": "#0b0913", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQXRjadABLHgAM2VrLm2fHvbfq78ziitRHtCXBe7Ab3ae", "txHash": "0x113cc714279f09f0dc9d827a2a3dfe02667c1fea9f6da940acf436731f1780e2", "createdAtBlock": 14618038, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3842, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wraith Devout Zubin of the Spike", "text": "# How to Make a Wraith: The Lore of Zubin of the Spike  \n## Zubin's Demise\nArchmagician Zubin of the Fey was not a happy man.  \nCursed with babyface at a very young age  \nby a Swamp Witch from Frog Master Marsh  \nhe felt he was never able to command respect from his peers.  \nThe perceived inadequacy of his prepubescent appearance drove him mad  \n.  \nWhen the Immortal Flames emerged  \nZubin saw them as an opportunity  \nto seize the power he was denied in life,  \nand he threw himself into the inferno.  \n.  \nFor what felt like days he tumbled through the raging fire  \nhis body repeatedly being torn asunder and rearranged  \nuntil he no longer recognized himself.  \nHe screamed in agony,  \nbut no such sound emerged;  \nonly the whispered cackles  \nof the souls with which his was now entwined -  \nechoing all around him like a cacophony of giddy hyenas.  \n.  \nAnd just as soon as Zubin began to regret his decision,  \nhe lost consciousness  \nfor the last time.  \n.  \n.  \n.  \n\nWhen he awoke he found himself standing alone in a wretched landscape  \nan endless abyss of swirling black fog -  \nit was sticky like tar and whispered incantations as it blew past.  \n.  \nThe voices of the souls inside him were no longer tormenting sneers.  \nInstead they spoke to him  \nin hushed tones that pierced through the darkness  \nof the shadows that now adorned his shoulders.  \n.  \n> *You are one of us now*\n\n> *Come, let us show you what true power feels like...*"}
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{"id": "b8b4543f-3962-4aaf-8444-8928a2c14c97-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:42:16.352", "backgroundColor": "#30094b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSQUgN8CJ7w2QSk3mL1QUwLaiEmtH1qjsfztLeSwbUgpD", "txHash": "0x846b3dce7ad1f389204b5c282dc1ef4901f093d4e52ea0b0d4e0942f99ffd223", "createdAtBlock": 14619687, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7318, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Venga of the Field", "text": "# PREFACE\n---\n\nVenga remembers his time with the Emerald Legion, before he learned the dark secrets. The same secrets which led to him taking the Purple Hood for the remainder of his days.  \n   \n---\n\nSporadically, he will grasp his standard-issue staff or stare deeply into the gem nestled within its carved wood, and become overwhelmed by a flashing mosaic of *horrors* - those of war on a scale rarely ever seen in the Ruiniverse.  \n\n\n>*It is said \"iron sharpens iron\", it does, and the same can be said for magic...confronting magic that is your equal, or even greater, makes one's magic stronger...but there's a **price** to pay...sometimes a wizard must pay dearly...*\n\nWizards aren't usually given a familiar or a rune, they find their way to a magician; as things seem to do in an *enchanted* world. They are attracted to the practitioner through mystical magnetism - an unspoken power of fate known to create unbreakable bonds and which usually complement or amplify the powers of a wizard. Bonds come in varying degrees from an acknowledgement of relation, to familial, to that which is ingrained in one's soul.\n  \n---\n\nIt's dangerous to have something ingrained in your soul. It can be as important as the air filling your lungs or the water keeping you from withering away in barren lands...  \n  \n---\n\nAs the sun sets on the day, Venga begins his. It's an unnatural schedule he keeps, but it's all hes known ever since he learned the ways. Being punctual, he moves with haste, taking only the essentials: boots, trousers, caped tunic, emerald staff & the bracelet made of blackened bones.\n\n\n>There is knowledge that cannot be unlearned, secrets that cannot be untold and terror that cannot be unlived\n\nThis is Vengas Story."}
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{"id": "ea20cb42-871e-404f-9a70-fd34d5fd37f1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:43:34.845", "backgroundColor": "#b6da84", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeA2AxCZtqH1ZWyxzLNnUJt9Yxo7TxKLbvjch7ipkhG9x", "txHash": "0x4a6c1384e17be5f8f84aa250778a9012d97810bca9a46feca3f258442136292e", "createdAtBlock": 14622068, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1315, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdd4fBnZfqH8RnRG4P8Hav4iATw7opYMwF7objka2jW2T", "name": "Rotten Revenant Aleister of the Gloom", "text": "# The Rotten Revenant of The Gloom  \n\n\n\n--\n\nThe Gloom was much like its name would lead you to believe. Dark, damp, and frighteningly still. It smelled of burnt hair and rotting flesh, and the wind was cold and biting. For these reasons and more, few dared to venture in search of The Gloom. However, all who do, meet the same fate.  \n\nFor those, its often the tales of unspeakable treasures and wealth hidden deep within The Gloom that pull them toward it. Greed is a most unflattering trait. \n\nSome came seeking something entirely different, however. You see, there have long been rumors of a red wizard who was powerful enough to turn mere mortals into magicians with the touch of his bone stave. He had used this power to turn himself into one of the most influential and prominent wizards the runiverse had seen.\n\nAnd then, one day, he vanished.\n\nSome believe his thirst for power got the best of him and one of his progeny turned on him. Others think he simply grew tired of having the world at his fingertips, and so he relinquished everything and began a life of meager solitude. \n\nBut some know the truth. For Aleister was greedy, and his desire to become stronger only grew with each passing day. And one day, when the opportunity presented itself, he gave himself to the Sacred Flame.\n\nAleister had hoped to emerge a god, immortal and with unmatched powers. The flame is not in the business of granting wishes, however, and on the other side, Aleister was spewed as a rotten, ghastly thing.\n\nForever angry about his unfortunate twist of fate, Aleister now trolls The Gloom, still hoarding the riches of his previous life even though they are no longer worth anything to him."}
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{"id": "130a3076-62c0-445e-9b1d-f122b56282a8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:52.115", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaBH1f1ebKVuPka8TLoipoPRHrBQwPQq5iWtQRckHFpZE", "txHash": "0x87b26e3b7a9c1e3f127bb25965ad90ca8ed87c3c8e914d68e69a8f1c4c69c549", "createdAtBlock": 13530219, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8289, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Augurer Ixar of Atlantis", "text": "# The Fall of Augurer Ixar of Atlantis\n\nDEATH, THE HANGED MAN, THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE, THE SUN and THE MAGICIAN (INVERTED). \n\nA reoccurring combination of cardstoo frequent to be mere coincidence. That, plus the blood moon and the dark ravens and the menagerie of omens meant that Ixarthe illustrious Augurer of Atlantiscould ignore the Signs no more. \n\nSomething was trying to tell him something. (?)\n\nBut what?\n\nFor the past decade, Ixar had lived a life of a modest yet glorious life as a swashbuckling fortune-teller. Hed made many friends along the way; as you know. And yet he had always been haunted by the sense that somehow his fate and good fortune would turn. And, perhaps, not for the better.\n\nAn amused indifference to the whims of fate can only carry one so far. And besides, the omens, the cards, the _Signs_ were becoming impossible to ignore.\n\nDEATHthe end of a cycle? A new change or a transformation of sorts?\nTHE HANGED MANsacrifice? Release? \nTHE WHEEL OF FORTUNEagain: change, and the inescapable pull of fate. Hmmm.    \n\nTHE SUNjoy? Celebration? Warmth? Or quite simply just fire? A great burning fire?    \n\nTHE MAGICIAN (INVERTED)illusions or trickery? What could this possibly foretell.\n\nLike all who claim proficiency or expertise; Ixar was next to useless at heeding his own advice. Let alone interpreting how the Signs might translate to his unfurling story. \n\nAnd sowith morbid curiosity and amused resignation (and perhaps, some guilt over The Event of a decade ago)he decided to follow the thread of fate, to see where they might lead him."}
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{"id": "35aaa488-cf54-42e6-ae47-fe84828889a4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:43:45.038", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP1BVqifzS48HC6NCQ8f7jNymmiuPRKHMXsdzg1Y3odqa", "txHash": "0x914b491f7c20a961e76b64c0ce6a85f6209719cdb9d52eb83f8375b502892b5d", "createdAtBlock": 14624175, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3759, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Arcanist Eronin of the Sands", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nArcanist Eronin of the Sands was the youngest of 5 from the family Estradis.  He was a late bloomer that started to speak at age 4, but had something magical about him from time of birth.  There was a hovering owl at his window wooing the whole night of his birth.  He goes on at age 18 to save the Sands from an invasion of marauding sand gnomes.\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:"}
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{"id": "f8463de6-936c-4da5-adf9-a5b0c781091b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.91", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfREk7Y5Dgaz64KVmacFNN4sKiEUzMJBezjezAayk1TJ5", "txHash": "0x42b090636ddca137e294d7752da8475424a9a2327fb7b5f0fd6ed4e2218e4241", "createdAtBlock": 15037747, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3845, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valen Battler of the Coliseum", "text": "Valen grew up in a small war clan village just north of the Sacred Pillars. This is not where he was born, but where he was found. Wandering through a nearby clearing, cold, hungry and alone he was found by a warrior scout. This warrior scout, normally, would have instantly killed the child, not being of his own clan. However, he could sense the strength within the child. Even as a small boy, he loved to fight. Not in anger, just because it was fun. However, Valen was constantly getting his ass handed to him. He understood the basics and he had an unstoppable chin. He was never getting knocked out, cut or even bruised. He would fight his hardest but still take a vicious beating more times than not. Usually, an opponent would, at some point, get too tired and frustrated at the fact that nothing could put him down, and just walk away exhausted. They would mock him. They would tease him and do anything to break the spirit of the boy they could not hurt physically. He was different. And he knew that being different in a war tribe is not a good thing."}
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{"id": "f8463de6-936c-4da5-adf9-a5b0c781091b-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.91", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfREk7Y5Dgaz64KVmacFNN4sKiEUzMJBezjezAayk1TJ5", "txHash": "0x42b090636ddca137e294d7752da8475424a9a2327fb7b5f0fd6ed4e2218e4241", "createdAtBlock": 15037747, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3845, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valen Battler of the Coliseum", "text": "Valen was immune. It wasnt long after, Valen could sense a change in the village. His peers were no longer teasing him. When he would make mistakes, nobody would snicker or attempt to embarrass him. In fact, warriors wouldn't even make eye contact with him anymore. Valen could sense that something was wrong. \"What did I do? What did I say?\" Valen thought. \"I clearly fucked up... but how?\" Valen would be tormented by these thoughts. He could not sleep. His every thought was of how he may have wronged his clan. It was driving him mad. He needed to know what he had done. One beautiful day, he drew up the courage to head to the chief's hall and address the issue. He was sure that he would be scolded and sent away but he needed closure of any kind. To his surprise, upon entering the great hall, he was greeted with smiles. \"Welcome, young Valen!\" said the high chief, now standing \"Im glad you"}
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{"id": "f8463de6-936c-4da5-adf9-a5b0c781091b-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.91", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfREk7Y5Dgaz64KVmacFNN4sKiEUzMJBezjezAayk1TJ5", "txHash": "0x42b090636ddca137e294d7752da8475424a9a2327fb7b5f0fd6ed4e2218e4241", "createdAtBlock": 15037747, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3845, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valen Battler of the Coliseum", "text": "Valen was stunned. Taking a knee and bowing his head he said \"Yes. I've waited for this moment my entire life. It would be my honor and my life' goal to prove your decision a wise one.\" He said now throwing his clenched fist across his chest. \n\"Rise.\" said the chief. \"On the morow you shall receive your purifications and so will begin your new life as a warrior.\" Valin rose, then bowed his head again. \"Thank you Chief.\" Then turned and walked back out of the great hall closing the door behind himself. He stopped and stood for a moment. He was trembling with joy and excitement. He couldn't believe it. By this time tomorrow, He'd finally be a part of the warrior hoard. \"They do respect me after all!\" he thought \"All of my sadness, fears and worry were unjustified! I now can see that clearly, nobody wanted to ruin the joy of my surprise!\" Valin had never been happier in all his life. He would finally be a man. No more embarrassment, no more silence. Finally, be accepted within his clan. Thank the gods! \nBack in the great hall, the smiles were gone the moment Valen left. \"So, tomorrow is the day. We've planned for this for some time now. Every man, woman and child will be armed, as is custom, he will have no suspicion. When he takes the knee, we will strike him down.\""}
{"id": "0d8b3eaf-ad1a-465a-b125-9cafe03f8774-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:18.692", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFqkGZRbCYw8b6sMKmseeLbFBzYDFqPXXsfZCjfzK6VW", "txHash": "0x39d87002a18683d4e29cc08156ed435369aefc3102ddd98ac32d7b9fbb4594ca", "createdAtBlock": 14638301, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 872, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jig of the Keep", "text": "Not everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\n~\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way.\n\n~\n\nAnd their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer (@wizard1271)  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\n\n~"}
{"id": "0d8b3eaf-ad1a-465a-b125-9cafe03f8774-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:18.692", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFqkGZRbCYw8b6sMKmseeLbFBzYDFqPXXsfZCjfzK6VW", "txHash": "0x39d87002a18683d4e29cc08156ed435369aefc3102ddd98ac32d7b9fbb4594ca", "createdAtBlock": 14638301, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 872, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jig of the Keep", "text": "~\n\nHe sets a huge bong-like vial filled with Cannabis Potion before them. I have brought you a gift I believe you covet. Think. Consider. And if you would join me, signify your assent by imbibing of this Sacred Vial and I will transport you to my world, where you will be honored and regaled. With that, Nic the Romancer vanishes like he came... although theres definitely an afterimage of luminous Emerald Slime with a smirking mouth, and a lot of tude.\n\n~\n\nStill reeling from last night, and from the immensity of Nics offer, Ned, Pez, and JP pull themselves together, stare at each other, come to the same realization: Dudes  we must drink! Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they lunge for the Cannabis Vial. \n\n~\n\nHowever\n\nAnother visitor appears. Victoria (@wizard6563), head to toe in purple and hurling a horseshoe at the Vial. Through blind luck, or a distant memory of athleticism, Ned intercepts the horseshoe with his head, and though painful, hes saved the Vial and their promised future.\n\n~\n\nVictoria, suddenly pleading, begs them to come to their senses. Dont do it. Put the Vial down. Run. Hide for a long as you can. Unfortunately... they start snickering. You cant tell us what to do. Even if youre hot, or whatever. Were Influencers, and were all in! She tries to control her rising fury: Do you have any idea who that was? Yes we do, little lady. That was Nic the Romancer. Our close friend. You, you... morons! That was the Necromancer!!\n\n~"}
{"id": "0d8b3eaf-ad1a-465a-b125-9cafe03f8774-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:18.692", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFqkGZRbCYw8b6sMKmseeLbFBzYDFqPXXsfZCjfzK6VW", "txHash": "0x39d87002a18683d4e29cc08156ed435369aefc3102ddd98ac32d7b9fbb4594ca", "createdAtBlock": 14638301, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 872, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jig of the Keep", "text": "~\n\nExploding, she rushes them, but too late  Ned, Pez, and JP scramble and guzzle the contents of the Vial. They grin stupidly at her until suddenly  and very painfully  they vanish.\n\n~\n\nVictoria shouts, and shed trash the place, but its already trashed. Her winged familiar, Bat, tries to lie low by hiding under a blanket  and re-emerges screaming. Victoria stares as the blanket groans, mutters, and slides off to reveal an older bearded dude with a big, crusty Bong under one arm, and an albino Rat curled in the other (@wizard8528). Who the F are you?? Victoria demands.\n\n~\n\nThe old dude, Alessar, is too out of it to speak. His Rat is used to filling in the gaps: Go easy on him, please. Hes had a rough few decades... And so we discover that the Runiverse is in trouble. That many Wizards, that much magic, that many snarling Familiars. It was bound to go wrong. Some want peace. Some want partitioned existence (Border Control!). Some want power with hierarchy. And some, like the Necromancer, want Complete and Utter Domination.\n\n~\n\nBecause the Wizards interface with our world is crude and new, the Necromancer isnt absolutely sure hes correctly evaluated the full power of our three misfits, but regardless, he still has high hopes for their ability to gain the influence of all the Wizards, and bend the Wizard population to his will.\n\n~"}
{"id": "0d8b3eaf-ad1a-465a-b125-9cafe03f8774-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:18.692", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFqkGZRbCYw8b6sMKmseeLbFBzYDFqPXXsfZCjfzK6VW", "txHash": "0x39d87002a18683d4e29cc08156ed435369aefc3102ddd98ac32d7b9fbb4594ca", "createdAtBlock": 14638301, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 872, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jig of the Keep", "text": "~\n\nVictoria, on the other hand, is a force of good, albeit a furious one. Since she failed to prevent Ned, Pez, and PJ from embarking on their journey into darkness, shes going to have to pursue them in the Runiverse, try to save them, and save the Runiverse. And yes, after and during disturbing/comical/magical/life-threatening and sometimes barely explainable Wizard attacks/seductions/spells/and I-wish-I-was-dead adventures, our three budding heroes, with Victorias help, will start to learn what real influence and power means.\n\n~\n\nAlessar and his Rat come into the Runiverse, too, spurred by Victoria, who needs help in understanding, well, people. And in Alessars intermittent journey towards sobriety, he wonders if he can make up for a lifetime of mistakes as he tries to help his young friends.\n\n~\n\nSo, in the Runiverse, where Ned becomes @wizard9814 and gains a Psychic Rabbit (Stop constantly telling everyone what Im thinking!!), and Pez becomes @wizard8066 with a Dog whos always hunting the wrong thing, and JP becomes @wizard872 (weirdly with the same face as Pez, which is really annoying) and is trailed by a pompous Golden Toad with mysterious powers it feels too important to reveal, they really have nothing. Except totally transformed bodies. Simultaneously freaking out, empowered, lost, and venerated, like Connecticut Yankees in King Arthurs Court, our young trio has got a lot of scrambling to do, first just to stay alive, and then, ultimately, to rise to the heroes theyre going to have to become, with growing powers finally used for good.\n\n~\n\nIt all starts with.... (More To Come...!)\n\n~"}
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{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "# Chapter 1: Seven hundred and seventy-seven souls\nThe Great Lord of the Void, Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow, strode purposefully along the line of cages. The heavy mantle of the Quantum Shadow swallowed them up as he left them in his wake.  \n\nIn the top corner of the digital visor that covered his hollow eye sockets, readings of the wizards heartbeats and the suppression of their magic flashed up, scrolling through the list of pathetic specimens who cowered as he passed them by.  \n\nVoidoth grinned a toothy grin as Crackerjack sidled up to join him. \n \nYou have done well, First Disciple, he said, approaching the nearest cage. The seven emaciated wizards were stripped naked, huddling against each other in their cramped confines. Their unkempt hair was matted and clogged with their own filth. The cages occupants recoiled beneath Voidoths skeletal gaze.  \n\nHow many of them are Blue Wizards?  \n\nBy my reckoning, one in every seven, Overlord, rasped the giant corvid.  \n\nVoidoths skull jerked spasmodically as the Necromantic spell he had devised sparked one of its regular override commands. This enabled him to maintain control over the cyborg sentience program installed by the wizards in the Bastions laboratories. They had thought to raise him from the dead as a subservient prototype when they fused a robotic body with his skeletal remains all those years ago. But instead, he had returned to life to find himself flooded with the power of a Necromancer, capable of controlling the spirits of the dead. The memory was a constant companion, coursing through his circuitry, reminding him of what they had done to him. Soon he would have his revenge."}
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{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "The Lord of the Void turned his cold gaze on the unfortunate individual. Electronic signals skittered across his visor. The disciple froze, arms pinned to his sides, eyes bulging. The visor darkened, clouding with the power of the cyborgs magic. Stiff-legged, his heels dragged twin paths through the sand as the disciple was pulled towards them, helpless to resist. A few of the others glanced anxiously around as though searching for an escape route, as Voidoth drew a yard-long lance from the depths of his purple robes.  \n \nThe mists of the Quantum Shadow slid hungrily along its gleaming surface. As the victim entered its range, the lance split, the hard surface softening and unfurling as the vicious plant lashed out, its hinged lobes swelling in size and exposing a cavernous meaty interior.   \n\nThe disciple was engulfed in the maw of the Venus Flytrap as it snapped shut. The wicked spines lining its mouth interlaced, sealing his fate. The plant pulsated as its digestive acid liquified its prey, the mans body reduced to mush. A trickle of pulpy juice dripped from the corner of the Flytraps mouth. In moments, it had coiled itself back into the lance, which resealed itself and solidified once more. He slipped it back into his robes.\nCrackerjack gulped nervously and eyed his Lord with a beady black eye. In the background, Voidoth heard the wizards in the cage jabbering hysterically. Voidoth gave a satisfied sigh. It always calmed him when his pet was well-fed and content."}
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{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Yes, my Lord, my apologies, my Lord. Crackerjack cowered.  \n\nVoidoth eyed him for a moment, toying with one of the hydraulic pistons at his hip, then turned his attention back to the key.  \n\nIt was soooooo easy, Crackerjack. I just had to lure that sphinx of his away with a couple of deranged souls I let loose from the Psychic Leap. Then a simple spirit conjuring of his long-lost buddy, that bumbling Bastion Bluemonger character, and they became so engrossed with each other that I was able to cast my veil of death over his stupid pointy head, snatch the key and vanish before he even knew what hit him!  \n\nMasterfully done, my Lord, nodded Crackerjack enthusiastically, relieved that the Great Lord of the Void had moved on from the slip of his corvid tongue.  \n\nThey were now approaching the altar where Voidoth would perform the spell. The structure rose haphazardly out of the sand, stark bones protruding at all angles. The bones gleamed in the golden glow of the key to the Gate of the Seventh Realm.  \n\nYes, yes, enough of your grovelling Crackerjack, lets get on with it.  \n\nThe crow-man bowed and hastily beat a retreat, herding the lesser disciples past the altar and up against the dark stone of the valley wall, which had suddenly appeared out of the retreating mists.  \n\n## Chapter 2: Shadowkeys blasted through the Runiverse\nDeathly silence hung over the valley as Voidoth set the key down atop the altar and began to chant his incantation. He traced the Rune of Sigma back and forth across its surface with one of his bony fingers, sensing the souls that writhed within. They would soon have company."}
{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Seventy-seven and seven hundred souls, I give up to the Shadow, yours to enjoy.\nLend your powers to this key of old; vanquish the wizards, crush and destroy.\nBring them to their quantum state, squeeze out their essence, hold them in thrall,\nRupture the cosmos, shatter the gate, bring forth the darkness: OBLIVION FOR ALL!\n\n As Voidoth chanted, the Quantum Shadow rolled over the scene, the vapours growing in substance and hanging heavily on the floor of the valley. An oppressive weight stifled the air, clinging to the landscape. Thunder rolled through the dense clouds on the valley floor, and brilliant blue lightning jagged up from the ground, stabbing blinding forks into the rows upon rows of cages packed with the seven hundred and seventy-seven sacrifices.  \n\nThe key began to hum and vibrate on the altar of bones and the clouds dissipated, revealing dozens of empty cages. No, not quite empty. On the floor of each one lay a cluster of tiny black prisms, radiating haloes of purple light. The vibrations reached a crescendo as three glowing sevens appeared in the metal and immediately prisms were drawn to it from all sides as it lifted off the altar to hover in the air. As the prisms arrived, they swung into different orbits around the magical object, building speed until they were nothing but a blur. Streams of purple light were sucked into the key from these blurry satellites and Voidoth bathed in the glory of the magic, arms outstretched, welcoming the souls to their new prison.  \n\nThe key consumed the last prism and then clattered back to the altar. Voidoth cackled with glee and bounded forward, but before he could grab it the key began to pulse and swell.  \n\n Black veins stood out along its surface, then sprouted stubby black tendrils that quested into the air."}
{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Suddenly, it shrank down to the size of a pinprick. The walls of rock seemed to bend outwards, then snapped back into place with a deafening CRACK as the key exploded in a flash of blinding white light.   \n\nVoidoth hung suspended within the forcefield. Gorge clung to the hood of his robe with his tiny wing claws, chirping indignantly. The events outside seemed to be moving in slow motion  an effect of the forcefields magical warping of space and time. His digital visor encrypted everything that happened and produced an image that his cyborg brain was able to interpret  so despite the entire valley being one ball of brilliant white energy, he was able to look on in horror as a thousand shards of gold shot in all directions.  \n\nVoidoths silicon synapses raced, trying to decode what was happening. Shards were tearing through the very fabric of reality! He caught a glimpse of the Void beyond as a golden shard sliced through the air; in less than an instant the lips of the tear had drawn back together, sealing the world off from the Void once more. And then all was silent.   \n\nHe released his forcefield and stepped over towards the altar. From nearby came a groan  he turned to see Crackerjack pushing himself up off the floor, with a couple of groggy-looking disciples stirring behind him. His First Disciple had managed to conjure some form of spell to protect himself, but most of the group had not been so lucky. All that remained of most of the wizards was a blackened shadow against the rockface. Voidoths sensors picked up the odour of cooked meat."}
{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "The blast had obliterated vast swathes of the Quantum Shadow, and the harsh sunlight beat down on the valley. Grimly, he bent to pick up the key to the Gate of the Seventh Realm from the sand. Lying next to it was an identical copy, save for the fact that dark shadows flowed across this ones surface. As he touched the shadowkey, he sensed the single wizards soul trapped inside. The darkness slowly faded.  \n\nIn a fit of rage, Voidoth poured all his malevolence into the object. The wizard soul inside contorted itself in agony, but it brought the Necromancer no satisfaction. The spell had failed. Why had the Quantum Shadow rejected his sacrifice?  \n\n# Chapter 3: A key reclaimed\nCrackerjacks terrified cry snapped him back to reality. The blue skies split, and a blur of colours burst forth. As the colours crashed to the valley floor, the ground shook and a booming voice bounced and rolled over the rocks: BEHOLD MY QUANTUM STYLE!\nSacred Key Master strode forward, one hefty finger pointed at Voidoth. That is mine, skeleton!  \n\nVoidoth hurled the shadowkey at his adversary, and turned to run, but found his legs couldnt move.   \n\nThanks for getting rid of that ghastly Shadow so old Rainbow Cakes could get in here, Ive been just dying for some bones to chew on, purred Derek. Souls can be a bit insubstantial at times. The sphinx grinned, then sank his teeth into Voidoths leg, puncturing the femur down to the marrow."}
{"id": "90f216e7-c243-4f7e-9c01-deef961961da-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:22.642", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdepNSaKN1f78sDCqdHnUDscLQCswJafqEZKoxT6rr5d7", "txHash": "0x60b67ba94a96412b031e9c3e6a0559bf8ac31118b43d5fea4fe863724ca1aa0a", "createdAtBlock": 14711450, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4298, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmViuGvvqCKae5ybUWWr6WQTfvuAJRWjnfXk5n6tqsj6hL", "name": "Necromancer Voidoth of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "The Lord of the Void howled, cursing the Blue Wizards for inserting pain receptors throughout his repurposed skeleton. Summoning all his strength, he conjured a death spell and passed into the Underworld. The membrane between worlds repelled the sphinx onto the sand of the valley floor. No living creature could pass into the Void. Derek was left licking his lips, tail lashing back and forth angrily as the membrane solidified behind Voidoth.  \n\nThe last thing he saw was the Key Masters giant eye, set in that ridiculous pyramid head, sparkling in triumph as he grasped his key to his chest. Voidoth looked down at the one in his hand dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at the shadows coursing across its surface as the trapped soul within pleaded for mercy.  \n\nAs the opening to the world of the living winked shut, the Great Lord of the Void screamed with rage, with only the dead to hear him.\n\n   \n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard777\n\nPart 1: @wizard4298 \n\nPart 2: @wizard292 \n\nPart 3: @wizard2261 \n\nPart 4: @wizard3911 \n\nPart 5: @wizard1177 \n\nPart 6: @wizard2876"}
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{"id": "75c7c570-fe4b-4756-8b59-cb853f96e661-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:11.686", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYVgC29kYg1bW7HrrodC9e9Bg1Y7DGZJuenwWSDAas1WV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRkK6B43gNcT8TaCBJuLHedCWCWpZDqTchqGP8XXKgi4y", "name": "Archmagus Oberon ", "text": "Archmagus Oberon sipped his ale contentedly and wiggled his toes, jingling the bells on the end of his tailored boots. With eyes closed, he traced the galaxies of the cosmos as they moved through his mind, looking for patterns and meaning in the stars.\n\n*Ah yes, the violet giant comes into ascendency in the Halls of Memory* \n\n*Interference from the Psychic Leap continues to disturb the Purple Wizards. No doubt the Blues will be pushing their technology again despite the cyborg debacle* \n\n*Indeed, observe the celestial sparks in the depths of Aurelias asteroid belt. And whats this? Planetary orbits stretching around a flaring red dwarf  conflict brewing between the Citadel and Red Wizard Capital? Something to keep an eye on during proceedings. Well, as long as nobody interferes with the plans for the Carnival of Desert Flowers before I get back to the Riviera, they can scheme away to their hearts content*\n\nFootsteps in the corridor brought Oberon out of his reverie. Carl hiccupped loudly and Oberon frowned at his familiar. The dirt rabbit had been overindulging again while his wizard was away with the stars. Carl belched loudly and stared back at his master impassively, if slightly cross-eyed.\n\n@wizard3917 pushed open the door and walked confidently into the Archmaguss chambers, not bothering to knock before entering. Oberon raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, choosing instead to drink from his mug and casually smooth the glistening fabric of his yellow elven cloak. He would not give Apollo the satisfaction of rising to the bait so blatantly cast in his direction.\n\nApollo walked over and sat down in the chair opposite Oberon, placing his elbows on his knees and looking at him over steepled fingers. Oberon took another sip, inspecting his fingernails."}
{"id": "75c7c570-fe4b-4756-8b59-cb853f96e661-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:11.686", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYVgC29kYg1bW7HrrodC9e9Bg1Y7DGZJuenwWSDAas1WV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRkK6B43gNcT8TaCBJuLHedCWCWpZDqTchqGP8XXKgi4y", "name": "Archmagus Oberon ", "text": "Eventually, Apollo cleared his throat. Not even going to offer me a drink to soothe my parched throat, Oberon? I did not think the Haven had grown so miserly with their hospitality.\n\nOberon snorted. We are not in Yellow Wizard Haven, Scryer, in case you hadnt noticed. And I reserve my hospitality for those who merit it.\n\nApollo chuckled and withdrew his mug from his robes, then reached over and helped himself to Oberons pitcher on the table. I suspected you might say that, so I came prepared. He took a swig, swirling the mug and eyeing its contents studiously.\n\nOberon glared at him. Why are you here Apollo? I know this isn't a social visit.\n\n\nApollo considered the Yellow Wizard before speaking. I wonder if you've seen what's been happening outside of your precious Haven, Oberon. Even the Ducks grow restless and mutter, where they think we dont hear, about the evil of sorcery and spells. What have you divined in the stars?\n\n\nI see many things, Scryer, as I'm sure you do, including the machinations of *Rudimentals*. Why don't you cut to the chase? I am not a dishcloth from which you can wring information like dirty water.\n\n\n\"Come now, said Apollo. You must have heard of the wizards abandoning their guilds to join some rogue magic-maker. True, they have put many of our most dangerous foes in the Weird House, but what of all the wizards vanishing, never to be seen or heard from again? Are they responsible for that too, or are there other forces at work? The Council must urgently consider this matter; it imperils us all.\""}
{"id": "75c7c570-fe4b-4756-8b59-cb853f96e661-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:11.686", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYVgC29kYg1bW7HrrodC9e9Bg1Y7DGZJuenwWSDAas1WV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRkK6B43gNcT8TaCBJuLHedCWCWpZDqTchqGP8XXKgi4y", "name": "Archmagus Oberon ", "text": "The Scryer waited, expecting a response, but Oberon said nothing. Apollos face darkened as he continued passionately: \"By the runes and the stars, Oberon, we cannot sit passively by while these... these... *upstarts* drain all of our talent! It makes the Council look like indecisive fools! For all we know they mean to overthrow the Council! With your backing, I can unite the guilds.\"\n\n\nOberon tapped a finger against the rim of his mug meditatively. When he spoke, he weighed the importance of every word. \"I have seen these events, and more, Scryer. Which is how *I* know that *you* know exactly who is behind all of this.\"\n\nApollo opened his mouth, seemingly ready to argue, but then closed it again and frowned. \"Then you know she must be stopped! I have thought to reason with her, but she is impossible to find. And besides\n\nOberon could see he was struggling over whether or not to go on. The Archmagus sat in silence, watching Apollo. The Scryer scrubbed angrily at his beard. She stopped listening to me a long time ago. She is totally out of control! He sighed. Alone, the Bastion is helpless to stop her. Who knows where this might end?\n\nApollo blinked as he realised he had revealed more than he had intended. He paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and spoke again. Ive seen visions. She has been at the Empress side for half a turning of the planets. How long do you think it will be before she is done with the Citadel and turns her attention to Chronomancers Riviera? I would say the Yellows are right in her path. So, can I count on your support tomorrow when I address the Council? And also... your discretion?\""}
{"id": "75c7c570-fe4b-4756-8b59-cb853f96e661-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:11.686", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYVgC29kYg1bW7HrrodC9e9Bg1Y7DGZJuenwWSDAas1WV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRkK6B43gNcT8TaCBJuLHedCWCWpZDqTchqGP8XXKgi4y", "name": "Archmagus Oberon ", "text": "Oberon laughed. Yes, it would do little for your credibility as head of the Blue guild if the Council were to find out that you cant even control one of your own. They do so terribly resent rogue wizards. And youve already got that psychotic cyborg out there to contend with.\"\n\nScryer Apollo's eyebrows almost flew off his face. \"You... you know about that?\" he stammered. \n\nOberon watched the Blue Wizard smugly. A hundred wizards or more snatched from each of the seven guilds, and you are surprised? I would be worried about how many *others* know of your little failed experiment. He tutted. Really, Apollo, trying to blame the actions of this skeletal monstrosity you created on *your own daughter*? From the rug, Carl twitched his ears and gave the Scryer a disdainful look. \n\nThat is not Apollo shouted, but then clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, taking a long, slow breath. When he opened them again, he spoke calmly. \"Very well Oberon, tell me what you want.\"\n\nLeaning back in his armchair, the Archmagus smiled and let out a long and satisfied sigh. \"Ah, now theres the rub. He fixed the Scryer with eyes that were suddenly steely. What I want, Apollo, is access to the Blue Bastions knowledge, and custody of Bathsheba as soon as she is captured.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
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{"id": "37d4d4bb-25c9-40c2-85f0-0a02c90bcc27-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:44.076", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXUWGn2P5YMxbTwymxPwitSd2LHAto7VsFmT41StBHQZQ", "txHash": "0x32e68d1216986956d72005247900ee4ac4f6cd724bfd6564541fd5a139513d50", "createdAtBlock": 14832459, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Lake", "text": "# Jerret of the Lake\n\n\n\nJerret was born to a filthy man and a strong woman. Refugees of the Third War of the Wold, they'd lurched into the wilderness in hopes of safety, and found a protected cave on the edge of a smooth, dark lake. From here, they'd foraged roots and wild onions, killed and roasted rabbits and Thornian squirrels, and heard little of the goings on in the rest of the world.\n\nJerret's father had a great fear of the lake. It was a strange irony in Jerret's early years that he could throw a stone from the entrance of their cave and have it land in the dark waters, yet his father would not bathe or even dip his toes into it. As Jerret grew, his father's phobia increased to such a point that the man refused to leave the cave, and all the work finding food and gathering wood for fires was left to his mother and he.\n\nIt was on a drizzly autumn day that Jerret's mother sent him around the far side of the lake to gather hen of the wood mushrooms from their most abundant mushrooming patch. When Jerret arrived, he discovered a barren forest floor and animal tracks he did not recognize.\n\nJerret was no fool, and even with only a dozen cycles to his name he knew to keep safe from the unknown, but he also had great confidence with his pointed spear and strengthening arms. Worried their soup pot would be left wanting without any mushrooms, he ranged further afield in hopes of discovering a new, fruitful spot.\n\nAs if called upon by an unseen deity, a vast storm rose up in the sky and rained down upon him with late season hail and thick, bone chilling drops. He took shelter in a stand of pines, his bag but half full. He waited for the air to clear, which it ultimately did."}
{"id": "37d4d4bb-25c9-40c2-85f0-0a02c90bcc27-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:44.076", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXUWGn2P5YMxbTwymxPwitSd2LHAto7VsFmT41StBHQZQ", "txHash": "0x32e68d1216986956d72005247900ee4ac4f6cd724bfd6564541fd5a139513d50", "createdAtBlock": 14832459, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Lake", "text": "The sun had long since clipped past the horizon, and Jerret let his eyes adjust to the dimming light. Backtracking against his trail, Jerret had spotted gaps in the trees looking out on the lake when a vast shadow slouched in front of him. It unfurled, a stag rising to two legs, but the stag's flesh had melted from its bones. It was covered by a mere mantle, and the stags horns glowed an eerie wisteria.\n\nWhen the stag spoke, it came like a slow and distant roll of thunder.\n\n\"I've seen you, boy. Seen you on the lake. Seen you as you harvest and hunt. I've seen you outgrow the patch of earth you call a home.\"\n\nThough Jerret moved his lips, no words came. A small, skeleton frog leapt from the darkness behind the stag. It sat down in front of Jerret and regarded him with flat, dead eyes.\n\n\"In one human life, you will have few chances to make life-altering decisions. I will present you one on this eve.\"\n\nIn his fear, Jerret had not seen the lean staff the stag held in one raised hoof. The stag tapped his staff into the earth in a rhythmic pattern, and as if called from the darkness itself, a shimmering bulb of a flower grew from the top of the staff. It billowed, blood red in the dark, then opened. As quickly, the flower wilted and collapsed, only to be resurrected, the color of orange death, emitting the scent of some ancient world."}
{"id": "37d4d4bb-25c9-40c2-85f0-0a02c90bcc27-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:44.076", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXUWGn2P5YMxbTwymxPwitSd2LHAto7VsFmT41StBHQZQ", "txHash": "0x32e68d1216986956d72005247900ee4ac4f6cd724bfd6564541fd5a139513d50", "createdAtBlock": 14832459, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Lake", "text": "The stag plucked the blossom and held it to the fore. \"This is the blossom of Rafflesia. In the center is one seed.\" He removed a small, red seed from the center of the blossom and dropped it to the ground. The frog flicked a tongue, forged of sinew and tendon, to snag the seed in its maw. With one hop, the frog was beside Jerret.\n\n\"If you take this seed,\" the stag intoned, \"you will have a choice to make, which is as follows. You may return to your life, foraging food for your unworthy father, wondering what may lay beyond the edge of the wild. All I ask is that, if you make this decision, you hurl the seed into the lake, to return it to the depths where it may belong.\n\n\"Or, you shall take a long journey, to the edge of the Veil, where you will plant the seed. If you choose this path, know one thing: a Rafflesian Poppy grows but slow. You must tend to it every day while it grows, feeding it water and whispering to its roots. You will be away from your lake for quite some time.\n\n\"Lest you think this seed only takes but does not give, the act of caring for the poppy will impart upon you the gift of unnatural longevity. With this extra time, you may do as you choose.\"\n\nMuch of his poise returned, Jerret squatted to the ground and held his hand out to the frog. It coughed the seed into his palm. Without pause, Jerret stuffed it into his mushrooming sack.\n\nBefore Jerret could offer response, the Elk had gone. Jerret looked through the shimmer of darkness for a moment, but saw nothing."}
{"id": "37d4d4bb-25c9-40c2-85f0-0a02c90bcc27-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:44.076", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXUWGn2P5YMxbTwymxPwitSd2LHAto7VsFmT41StBHQZQ", "txHash": "0x32e68d1216986956d72005247900ee4ac4f6cd724bfd6564541fd5a139513d50", "createdAtBlock": 14832459, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret of the Lake", "text": "Upon his return to the cave, Jerret helped pull the mushrooms apart for the stew, consoled his miserable father, told his mother he'd found new fungal hunting grounds, and threw the red seed as far into the lake as he could, knowing the prevailing wind would push it way, if it floated, and some dark creature would eat it, if it sank.\n\nFeeling somehow invigorated, Jerret took the evening to tidy his corner of the cave and tell jokes with his parents. \"What makes the blue wizard blue?\" he said.\n\n\"Wild blueberries?\" his mother responded.\n\n\"Knowing there are termites in the world!\" They laughed, because everyone knew the Bastion's footings were of wood. His father grinned from the corner, in their fire's dying light.\n\n\"I'd never heard that one,\" he said.\n\nWhen the carcass of a frog washed up at the edge of the lake the next morning, glowing like the dying sun, Jerret broke out in a deep sweat, and sliced it open with his knife, knowing what he would find. Not an hour later, he'd told his mother he was off to find wood for the fire, intending instead to march north. Arriving near the edge of the Veil, he built himself a small daub and wattle shelter near a trickling brook. He marked the days it had been since leaving the cave: twelve. With the water an eternal source, he planted the seed mere paces from his hut.\n\nWith time, the seed peaked from the ground. With more time, it gained a bit of height. Each day, Jerret watered the roots, and each day he spoke to them."}
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{"id": "24eb15c5-c036-44be-afff-08ff6e18598e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:56.623", "backgroundColor": "#4A4943", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYRiGwUnC6BPWNPhLdyGZobyLiY4jDBoywEpJM1VtCedW", "txHash": "0x3090bf3b7ea1084ec7fbca4c159dcbb7b0cac294cc6091886bbad69ef19f8a36", "createdAtBlock": 13479831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4628, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Milo of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Shaman Milo of the Tower\n\n| PROLOGUE\n\nWhen he was younger, she would take him up the Tower. They had to go through stairs and small corridors to get to the top. He always thought they were the only ones who knew how to get there, but later realized that was just his childish imagination. The Tower was old, he had no idea how old exactly. After the climb they would sit on the deck, slightly exhausted, and soak up the views. On clear days you could see as far as the tip of the Great Owl Obelisk, but you had to be lucky. \n\nOn top of the Tower, the wind was strong and unpredictable. He used to fear it. Mostly because of the hollow sounds it made gazing through the chambers. While they sat there, the wind used to blow through her hair and even though it was wild, her face was calm. As if the wind caressed her. For hours, they would gaze into the distance while holding their hands. It was peaceful. He learned to not fear the wind but make it his companion.  \n\nYears later, when his studies were well under way, he would still frequently visit the top of the Tower. Only now with a different purpose. Beforehand he would have spent hours and hours trying different kind of knots, strings and canvas. When he was not studying, he was building new prototypes for his kite. The secret of a good kite is in its flexibility. Especially up the Tower where the wind could reach extreme speeds. While some other students mocked his passion, he believed it made him a better wizard.  And besides that, he believed it was his only chance."}
{"id": "24eb15c5-c036-44be-afff-08ff6e18598e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:56.623", "backgroundColor": "#4A4943", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYRiGwUnC6BPWNPhLdyGZobyLiY4jDBoywEpJM1VtCedW", "txHash": "0x3090bf3b7ea1084ec7fbca4c159dcbb7b0cac294cc6091886bbad69ef19f8a36", "createdAtBlock": 13479831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4628, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Milo of the Tower", "text": "Holding the strings in his hands and letting it slip through his fingers, he could feel the waves of the wind. He learned how to read it and how to adjust speed and altitude. Same as with magic, it was flowing through his body. His diamond shaped kite floated in the wind and for him, it was like flying on top of the world. Every time he held his kite and saw it dance in the wind, he imagined she was there with him. They danced together, slowly, with her face calm as always. And every day he would fly higher and higher until he had no more string left. After weeks of trying, he realized, no string was long enough to reach far enough above the clouds.   \n\nThat morning he bound a letter to his kite. There was no choice, he knew that when he reached a certain height, his kite would merely be a toy for the wind. With a determinate move he threw the kite in the air. He closed his eyes and let his intuition guide him. The string quickly slipped through his fingers and the kite rode the clouds. He felt the wind through the string as if it was telling him something. The wind told him it was time. After a deep breath and quick glance, he let go of the kite. The kite made a short swirl downwards, but it quickly gained traction. Far above the clouds, the diamond kite was lost from his sight. There he stood. The wind caressing him. A tear fell from his eye.\n\nHe could only hope, the letter would reach his mother."}
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{"id": "46085832-b390-4dc3-a510-fd7f12210cfa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:16.956", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQuAq57kofXfPVK7EKWxdqY1rBokeKq22H5E9hyJ9Trgx", "txHash": "0xc41f2cff44b5a77604a4916a042a30d4603363e93be0d3b4ad446b6913f341d2", "createdAtBlock": 14734189, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7438, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Atlanta of the Brambles", "text": "@wizard7438 is one of the four Coven Sisters proficient in Earth Magic. Bearer of an Orb Staff, she holds the rare ability to open rifts, allowing her to shift between planes. Like many of her Sisters, she is not native of the Runiverse and originates from Earth, which in part is the reason why she happens to be such a virtuoso in this Rune.\n\nBy joining the Coven, she took on the mission to grow the Sisters ranks. Using charms and protection spells, she sends her Psychic Rabbit to explore parallel worlds and attract the new recruits to the Coven.\n\nEver dreamed of a white rabbit or noticed such an animal in an incongruous place ? That was likely a sign from Atlanta. While leaving most wandering, those who hear her call know what needs to be done in such an event : follow the white rabbit."}
{"id": "2e7364a1-a243-48b1-a431-72fb26724809-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:09.472", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb7EjsEtjbndrvsNeTat7ofAx6FaAzkDsAH2gDdBSwG84", "txHash": "0x8f0840a81447479aae9748caa352117a65638b5fd60d0819ec47857b11291723", "createdAtBlock": 13522193, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7500, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Bard Poppy of the Mount", "text": "# The Lore of Bard Poppy of the Mount\n\nPoppy returned to the halls of the Blue Wizard Bastion in search of answers. He scoured every tomb and scroll in every library within the city searching for the name Hanataka. Just as Poppy was about to give up, he came across a scroll by the Tengu monks of the Fey. These monks guard the gate to Hue Masters Pass and meditate on transcending the Ininity Veil. The monastery patriarch and founder is named Hanataka, and has supposedly been in a deep meditation for over 100 years. Poppy knew he must go to him for answers.\n\nThe journey was not far, just south and a days journey east. Poppy traveled lightly to reach the temple as quickly as possible. Upon reaching the gate to the monastery Poppy struggled to communicate. The monks paid little attention and hurried about their daily tasks. No one would let Poppy in, and he was powerless to force his way in. One day, after seeing Poppy helplessly languishing outside a monk came to him and placed his palm on his head. The Tengu priest nodded and presented Poppy with an empty bowl. Somehow Poppy understood what was need from him to see Hanataka.\n\nPoppy returned to The Wild and sat for days by the road begging for alms. He knew that only when his bowl was filled would the priest let him in. Day after day Poppy begged. Eventually a rat from the gutter became his only companion and source of comfort. At his last wits end he had managed to only accumulate a few copper pieces and a bit of wrapped dried meat. He gave the meat to his little furry friend and returned to the temple gate."}
{"id": "2e7364a1-a243-48b1-a431-72fb26724809-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:09.472", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb7EjsEtjbndrvsNeTat7ofAx6FaAzkDsAH2gDdBSwG84", "txHash": "0x8f0840a81447479aae9748caa352117a65638b5fd60d0819ec47857b11291723", "createdAtBlock": 13522193, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7500, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Bard Poppy of the Mount", "text": "Upon his return, the gate master priest looked him up and down and noticed his pathetic looking state. He took the bowl from poppy and tossed the coins in the street but reached out his hand to the small rat at Poppys feet. The little rodent scurried up the priest arm and rested on his shoulder. You may enter the priest said.\n\nPoppy reached the enter sanctum of the temple where the very old and wise priest Hatanaka sat in meditation. He sat there waiting wondering what would happen next when he heard a voice inside his head.\n\nBard Poppy of the Mount, I am Hanataka and I know why you are here\n\nPoppy sat upright, eyes bulging and heart racing. Please help me he thought.\n\nThe voice continues, my dear daughter, your bride to be, has crossed the ininity veil, but is stuck in between this world and the next because of her love for you. She is in Cuckoo Land and you must plunge this flame crystal into her heart, burning her body so that she may rest in peace. Be warned, this magic is not without risk. Only you may perform this ritual, but you must let her go! Otherwise, the spell could go horribly wrong. Take these flame crystals and I pray that you are able to do what you must do.\n\nbut.. but why two? Poppy began to mutter, just as everything goes dark.\n\n\n\nPoppy wakes to find himself in the Blue Wizard bastion crypt where his beloved was interred. Trembling, he makes his way to her sarcophagus. Pushing the stone aside, he is amazed that his love had not defiled in the least. She looked as if she were simply sleeping and could wake at any moment. Wiping tears away, Poppy produces the first crystal from his pouch. It erupts into a brilliant pillar of fire. Poppy is stunned."}
{"id": "2e7364a1-a243-48b1-a431-72fb26724809-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:09.472", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb7EjsEtjbndrvsNeTat7ofAx6FaAzkDsAH2gDdBSwG84", "txHash": "0x8f0840a81447479aae9748caa352117a65638b5fd60d0819ec47857b11291723", "createdAtBlock": 13522193, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7500, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Bard Poppy of the Mount", "text": "I must set her free he tells himself.\n\nPoppy a female voice whispers. Poppy\n\nPoppy, join me in Cuckoo Land where we can be together forever the voice says.\n\nSHIZU!?! Poppy yells. Poppys mind was racing. What is happening? Im supposed to burn your body!\n\nJoin me Poppy the voice repeats. SHIZU IS THAT YOU!? he yells. In a fit of mental confusion, Poppy raises a flame totem high above his head and screams. Then, in one motion, swiftly plunges it downward.\n\nJust before the crystal meets its target another female voice rings out, NO!"}
{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "# Chapter 1: My name is Ozymandias, king of wings; Look on my works, ye Wizards, and despair!\" \nThe wizard was just a dark speck on the vast yellow battlements below. The flame of his torch flickered back and forth between the cold winds raging down from the mountains and the warm gusts of salty sea air blowing in over the desert from Asmodeuss Surf. Clearly agitated, the wizard was muttering to himself and waving his arms above his head in exasperation. He stopped, sighed expansively, then took a draught of ale.   \n\nFrom his vantage point high above, Ozymandias could see the multi-coloured lights dancing across the Riviera and sparkling on the river as it flowed towards Kelpies Brine. He flapped his frail, leathery wings furiously, a few vestigial feathers dancing manically in the buffeting winds as he struggled to maintain his position. He was pretty sure that a Cockatrice  even one with cretaceous genes  had no business being this high off the ground.   \n\nDespite the force of the winds, the sounds of revelry and the reverberations of Drum and Bass and Sorcery pulsated in his eardrums  a repetitive, dull vibration. He could feel the jagged distortions of power emanating from the Quantum Shadow, crackling across his shiny scaled back."}
{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "No doubt his master, waiting back in the Valley of the Void Disciple, would expect details. He always did. As the wizard stalked along the battlements, Ozymandias clucked quietly, then folded his wings to his sides and dropped like a stone out of the night sky.\nHe tore past the crest of the battlements in a blur, obscured (he was sure) by the darkness of moonless night and the inky blackness of the Quantum Shadow. Pulling sharply out of the nosedive, he flapped somewhat clumsily upwards (he was quite adept at rapid descents, but he was not what one might call an elegant soarer). Resisting the thrust of the icy wind at his back, he managed to manoeuvre himself in a wobbly approach towards the crenulations of the castle. Perhaps, he thought, he could get a closer look at what the wizard was up to.  \n\nSuddenly a flashing object spun outwards into the darkness. Ozymandias squawked with surprise as it loomed large in his vision, ducking his head just in the nick of time. The mug slapped against the leathery red comb atop his head but sailed onwards, falling away into obscurity in a lazy arc. Terror lent him speed as he dove for cover, wings beating frantically as he sought the safety of the towering castle wall.   \n\nHes spotted me! He flattened himself against the wall, barely daring to breathe. Master cannot bring me back to life again if my body is lost    \n\nHe clung to the wind-blasted brickwork, paralysed by a sudden and terrible dread. It could well be worse if his master did find him. Even familiars were not often spared punishment in the Valley of the Void Disciple. If Ozymandias had been warm-blooded, a chill would have rushed through his veins."}
{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Slowly, a thought began to form in his reptilian brain.   \n\nBut if the wizard knew I was there, would he not have used his magic? Do wizards often use mugs of ale as weapons?   \n\nHe clucked softly to himself, puzzling over this rather confusing line of questioning. His eyes narrowed in concentration, yet try as he might, he could not figure it out. He lashed his long, whiplike tail in frustration. He might have been stuck there all night if the thought of his masters retribution had not suddenly popped back into his mind. With a fearful shudder, he wriggled his haunches and began the long climb to the top  he wasnt going to expose himself again by flying out in the open, not when mugs or who knows what kind of magic might come hurtling out of the darkness at him. \n\nPeeking his head over the battlements, Ozymandiass eyes widened. Oh This is bad. This is VERY bad. The wizard was nowhere to be seen. He gasped for air, partly because his thinly-clawed forearms were not built for climbing and partly because he was starting to feel a mild panic coming on. Familiars had been made into accessories for less than this!  \n\nMaster wouldnt do that. Not to his loyal Ozymandias. He tried hard to believe himself  not to think of what a jolly snakeskin lampshade Wesley had become. He knocked his head a couple of times against the wall, to see if it would dislodge any useful ideas. Once the pain subsided and his vision cleared, the door on the far side of the battlements came into focus. Of course! He cackled softly to himself and hopped off the wall, flapping his way heavily around the castle towards the main gate."}
{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Wizards think far too much of themselves to use the servants exit, he thought smugly, congratulating himself on his brilliant deduction as he rounded the corner. A yellow hat bobbed along the path in the distance, illuminated by the flame of the wizards torch.  \n\nOzymandias couldnt stop himself from chortling with glee at his upturn in fortunes as he set off after the wizard. Master had been right, Ofaris was definitely up to something.  \n \nWhat that something was, Ozymandias had not the faintest idea. But any somethings the Pyromancer was up to would be duly noted and relayed, and Ozymandias would be rewarded. If there was one thing Necromancer Crackerjack enjoyed, it was being right. And even more than that, he enjoyed being able to display that rightness to The Great Lord of the Void.  \n \nThere might even be some nice juicy flesh in this for Ozymandias. With that incentive galvanising him, the creature focused his inconsiderable intellect on getting ready to observe and remember the events to come, so that he wouldnt overlook anything the Master thought important. If he was lucky, he would be on his way back to the Valley by sunrise.\nChapter 2: The Necromancer and the Dream Whisperer\nNecromancer Crackerjack waited silently, drumming the tabletop with the feathered fingers of one hand as he slowly rotated the crystal skull in the other. The Rune of Neptune engraved in its forehead glowed faintly as he delved the skull. Misty spirals swirled across the crystalline features as the souls trapped within stirred under the touch of his mind."}
{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "He looked up, training a beady black eye on his captive. The wizard lay spreadeagled on his back atop the stone slab, his robe ripped open to expose his bony chest. Angry red welts overlaid the scars of previous lashings. He was whimpering quietly. The Archmagus had given up straining against the spell-bonds Crackerjack had set several days ago, when Voidoth, the Great Lord of the Void, had first handed him over to his head disciple. The Lord of the Void had not been gentle. Now it was just a matter of time in Crackerjacks care before the Dream Whisperer cracked beneath the pressure. Beads of sweat broke out on the captives brow. He gritted his teeth and arched his back as smoky tendrils snaked their way out of the skulls empty eye sockets and coiled themselves around his body, biting into the soft flesh.  \n\nCrackerjack grinned as the wizards howls of pain echoed in the stony chamber.  \n\nSo tell me, Dream Whisperer, how did you find yourself wandering around in the dreams of the Lord of the Void? he asked when the mans screams had quietened to soft sobs. There was no reply.  \n\nYou are surely not so much of a fool as to have stumbled in there by accident, and you cannot think me such a fool as to imagine I would ever believe such drivel. No, no, you were after something, and Lord Voidoth has tasked me to loosen your tongue. Not literally of course. Not yet anyway. He stared across the chamber at his captive and waited. Still no reply\n\nHe rushed across the floor in one lithe movement, grabbing the wizards grey beard in his hand and tugging sharply. I will ask you again. Who sent you? Was it the Key Master? What does he know of the Lord of the Voids plans?"}
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{"id": "e2dda7e8-c890-4880-83df-6c0264669880-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.065", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmebWXCXg31zut9fmyfCxCwzsSH19quGYWkah8xRLKCEXp", "txHash": "0x26d97504e059a030052dff3e937c1e736a8c285c0937bce01198a6ec7119940c", "createdAtBlock": 14711532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYPZjt1zZKqGSzvZHkBXqFiJFWNAUqCZjjyXAYZGcbvma", "name": "Necromancer Crackerjack of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "He gave the rat what he hoped was a piercing look, then turned back to the wizard. I am getting tired of repeating myself old man, he hissed. Although he knew it would not be long now before the souls overpowered the Dream Whisperer and took control of his mind, Crackerjack could not help starting to feel impatient. It was always so, when victory was this close.   \n\nNot for the first time that night, he wondered what was taking his scrawny familiar so long to get back from Yellow Wizard Haven with news of the Pyromancer. Ofaris was becoming a threat with his meddling, and it was vexing the Lord of the Void. And anything that vexed the Great Overlord was a complication in Crackerjacks life.  \n\nServes me right for trusting a dinosaur chicken, he berated himself. The creatures brain couldnt be larger than an imps pimple. He wondered if Voidoth would allow him to replace the idiot creature with this plague rat once the Dream Whisperer had been broken. He glanced over at the snakeskin lampshade on the table and felt the familiar sense of satisfaction. Wesley had been even dumber than Ozymandias, but he was certainly decorative. With that thought cheering him slightly, Crackerjack turned back to his captive.  \n\nThe Lord of the Void has taken a particular interest in your talents, Blue Wizard, he sneered, pouring the scorn it deserved into the title. He will use you to gain access to the others, you know. All of them. You are quite helpless to stop it. The wizard shuddered, sweat beading all over his exposed skin. Crackerjack softened his gaze and smiled down at the Archmagus. He stroked a feathery hand along the mans cheek, wiping away the tears, and cooed gently: It can be so easy, Soran, if you just tell me what you know."}
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{"id": "0a63a350-2b78-4edf-8a03-9dbfe9f3bf90-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:15.295", "backgroundColor": "#807255", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXkof5sZhkyF5ZNE1BpTGGMQ6KBsQN3SZAsFK5rD7tiwS", "txHash": "0xd011c6fb9d31231809c0c46c65a370b9838274b024486d3de9b079240703f618", "createdAtBlock": 13291550, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1246, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcbUQsw2s1B6nhREFkzycsknPDoVRedPvnYuwEnNcQeSC", "name": "Ghost Eater Trollin of the Fey", "text": "# The Lore of Ghost Eater Trollin of the Fey\n\nLife had not always been so enjoyable for Trollin of the Fey, he still remembers the days he roamed the slums of Goblin Town. A place where a silver tongue would get you farther than any intelligence or intellect. Fighting for his life was a daily occurence, ultimately, he had come to terms with what would be a short lived life. Then one day he stumbled across, Jasper, dried up and dying in a cave on the outskirts of Goblin Town. From that moment, Trollin of the Fey's life would forever change. \n\nJasper, a celestia being exiled by his people to live a life on a distant planet. Cursed with knowledge that no one could understand; only a matter of time before insanity would creep in. That day Trollin of the Fey may have saved Jasper's life, but Jasper would be the reason Trollin of the Fey would live on and become one of the most powerful kobolds to ever live.\n\nGhost Eater Trollin of the Fey can now be found rolling around the forests of The Fey. He enjoys his isolated life surrounded by forest creatures and his blue ooze friend, who he had saved long ago.\n\n \n\nTrollin of the Fey and Jasper are local heroes of The Fey, for they purged the land of The Great Darkness. Everyone has an iteration of their tale, you will find no tavern where their story isn't praised, but no one knows the truth or details.\n\nUntil now. \n\nThis is the tale of two friends, when alone were nothing, but together were LEGENDS.\n\nTo be continued..."}
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{"id": "0fc3e705-e686-4564-89da-1a391af593b4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:56.852", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ6PeWerg2xgKCi5nUn2ZeEDz2fwU8rNQmbzJH55fkf4h", "txHash": "0x246dab62040d4930dace811e9e431503dcd0777752a6afffe6c49c41e3d38327", "createdAtBlock": 13536429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2932, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Daphne of the Waste", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Daphne of the Waste\n\nKissed by the fire. \n\nThat is what people called me when I was born with a single lock of crimson red hair. It is a sign of luck, blessed by the powers beyond the veil. When I was three I set fire to my crib while I was asleep. A few days after I turned seven or oven exploded and destroyed half of our cottage. My parents still loved me with all their heart, cant really say the same about the rest of our village. They still tried to train me as an enchantress, as it is our families business and ties into our blood as my mother used to say. You have to admire her tenacity of training me, day in and day out, in the art of imbuing mundane things with a bit of magic, given that most of the things I touched turned to ash pretty fast.\n\nWhen I was ten I started to see the flame in my dreams.\n\nIn the beginning is was more like a flickering light on the edge of my vision, fragile and fidgety, whispering words I did not quite hear. But over the years it grew stronger, pulling me, transcending the boundaries of my sleep. It was there when I created Calzipher, whispering the right invocations and guiding my magic while I was imbuing the little swamp frog I caught myself with the essence of fire. It was there when my parents upbraided me how I could misuse my magic like this, absorbing the heat and anger wailing up inside me. It was there when I passed the final trials of the council to become an official enchantress, dampening the flames that want to burst out of me whenever I reach for my magic. I have come to believe that it was there all the time and I just had to learn how to connect to it."}
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{"id": "da380f30-4258-4a36-9273-a1e1acbead81-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:30.324", "backgroundColor": "#3b0f0f", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS9qfwzkQSkLPRmGkraeSgGPT3HpVaTetjUx12xqrF3kP", "txHash": "0xf11700958ce00e1901d55de52439ec9f624f64e0e3b7713eef269dd941b775c4", "createdAtBlock": 14779579, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8813, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Astral Plane", "text": "The voyage to Aldo's Isle\n\nThroughout his life, Angus wanted to explore. As a child, his family would travel down to Zaros Oasis and Atlanta's Pool. Whenever he spends too much time with blue wizards, he sits longing for those places, dreaming about all the mysteries and secrets the runiverse has hiding in these areas. \n\nAngus' last journey was to Aldo's Isle; he went alone, only with Scamps, his giant ladybug. \n\nThe waves appeared as tall as a tower and as powerful as a truck headed straight for them at full speed. A poor sailor, at the best of times, they were at the mercy of the waves. Angus slipped when trying to steer and collided with the mast.\n\nWhen he awoke, him and Scamps were washed up on the rocks of Lilli Pilli, the bay at the northern tip of the island. \n\nIt seems he wasn't the first one to have gone through this, as the shoreline had two other shipwrecks, though both more substantial vessels from a time long ago.\n\nAngus and Scamps ventured inside, and almost expectedly, due to Scamp's luck and fortune, the two found the first ship to be littered with chests. They are empty, besides a couple of journals, a map, and a golden tooth. \n\nAngus didn't tell me much; it seemed a mixture of fear and privacy. There was one phrase I distinctly remember:\n\n Year 118.\n We set off to study the tribe in the early hours. The sun sparkled like gold over The Salt. Outside the bay, the waters raged. I'm scared.\n\n\nAngus and Scamps were at home on the island; the pair felt more capable with sticks for tools than the modern equipment they left behind. Off they went to survey the island; if those ships had been looted, there must be other signs of people on that rock."}
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{"id": "c0e661b6-331f-4c23-91c5-3003eb5032ea-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:18.517", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRKfDa9SHKLGDZqFy86N4eczcUnb3oQA2fi8ccBYFrj1R", "txHash": "0x8c0a1dca13b2614a84ed40aade3e19187b1b620c0fc53df99d3382cb6b2f912b", "createdAtBlock": 14809186, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3732, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYUM8ARmyMHA1jNuRn1Zr8auudVKGdqWih7YVkYFWZQex", "name": "Umberto Dicer of Liches", "text": "# Umberto Dicer of Liches and His battle Wasp \n\n### *Chapter One*\n\nA long long time ago in this realm or another, lived a brave lad - Umberto.\n\nHe was a son of a farmer, who loved three things in his life- his beloved wife, his son Umberto and The Harvest Festival.\n\nUmberto's story started on the night of the Harvest Festival. After long day of hard work and beautiful festival dinner,\n\nUmberto's parents were resting in their bad, only Umberto was up and reading. Reading and dreaming about one day to became a famous adventurer.\n\nHe read his new favourite book about ancient Runes Wizards Cult, which he bought from a strange looking dude at the harvest bazaar.\n\nSuddenly, he heard some strange and unfamiliar noises on the back yard.\n\nHe was a young lad who was brave enough not to run to his parents, so he decided to check them out.\n\nHe came out of the back door quietly, so he could have an advantage against an ill thief. \n\n*- WTF are those creatures?*  - he asked himself hiding behind the big barrels in disbelief that this kind of creatures are actually exists.\n\n\n\nThey were skeletons with a rotten meat on some parts of their bones, all of them were dressed like Wizards and it seemed that they were looking for something, something special. \n\nThe portals, which were making strange noises earlier were still open, patiently waiting for their masters to return.\n\nFrom the his new book Umberto knew that these things were called Liches - powerful Wizards skilled in necromancy who seek eternal life. \n\nSome moments later Umberto heard human screams, it was his parents, and someone was torturing them. Quietly as a mouse, he sneaked back in the house, crawling towards the master bedroom."}
{"id": "c0e661b6-331f-4c23-91c5-3003eb5032ea-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:18.517", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRKfDa9SHKLGDZqFy86N4eczcUnb3oQA2fi8ccBYFrj1R", "txHash": "0x8c0a1dca13b2614a84ed40aade3e19187b1b620c0fc53df99d3382cb6b2f912b", "createdAtBlock": 14809186, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3732, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYUM8ARmyMHA1jNuRn1Zr8auudVKGdqWih7YVkYFWZQex", "name": "Umberto Dicer of Liches", "text": "Through the open door hew saw a huge rotten corpse dressed in a golden robe with an enormous staff with a huge amber on the top of it, which radiated the amber light towards his parents.\n\nIt seemed this thing were pulling out their souls and the Lich were demanding the information on a location some manuscript. \n\nUmberto and his parents had no idea what this creature were talking about. So, the Lich pulled the souls out, and parents fell on the floor.\n\nUmberto slowly backed to his room, grabbed some warm clothes and his new book, hoping that this book will give him a chance to learn more about Liches and provide a solution how to kill them, and run.\n\n### *Chapter Two*\n\nComing soon..."}
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{"id": "cd7906fd-2966-410f-9b91-c925f263b750-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:41.09", "backgroundColor": "#1f471a", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbXtbvVxYqcp3sWSCws9QHZf9aoUa3f4eeTa4WDuURxRn", "txHash": "0xab5cd409f8d1e5b2fd3f4b25d6cbd33d646a1e028c0eed18fc9ec6b217cebc98", "createdAtBlock": 13684010, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2487, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Eyolf of Arcadia", "text": "## Chapter One\n\nEyolf was on fire. His fur blazing filling the forest with a rancid stink, acrid smoke burning his lungs. Somehow, he had managed to come through the flames relatively unscathed, and above all else, still alive and breathing. Falling to the ground and rolling to snuff out the fires embrace, he came to a full stop up against a tree trunk with a jarring impact, rattling the teeth in his skull.\n\nFully unveiling his magic, he unleashed it in a glorious vortex of wild energy which spread out from his staff as he spun it around in intricate patterns, producing a swirling field of green. The ground rose to envelop his still-limp familiar, constructing a protective barrier around her, and the trees surrounding the clearing began extending their limbs in search for the hidden foes. Soon they had nearly enclosed the clearing, sealing them in.\n\nWho _dares!?_ he shouted at the shadows dancing around to the ever-moving hungry flame. Show yourself, coward.\n\nThe response came as a high-pitched cackle, seeming to come from all around him, raising the fur on his neck. Oh little wolf, your mongrel kind will soon be extinct! And the land shall be free of your pestilence once again, as it was always intended. \n\nOut from the shadows strode a figure, suddenly illuminated by the green spell spinning around her raised fist. Her hair, a wily mess that seemed to writhe with a will of its own, was bright green much like her wicked looking face. Dancing around her shoulders, puling at her hair and looking every bit as deranged as its master, was a monkey  its crazed eyes wide, mouth stuck in a perpetual grin."}
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{"id": "c71dafc9-d490-46f6-a82d-30325af2550d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:24.147", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaxMyMtJCwFPXhqSUWxR188HFradSXuVnVFRuPJVvPEu", "txHash": "0x436d45c582bdbcbef72655b765ad3e4bf22f699f85fa338e0243a400490213bb", "createdAtBlock": 14118717, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6016, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaded Spectre Axel of the XYZ", "text": "Despite being a maximum affinity powerful salt sizard, Axel was relieved to be dead.\n\n\"phew, I sure am glad to be done with the living aholes,\" a liberated Axel testified.\n\nThe XYZ...  Axel found himself in a strange place, but this time, that anxious feeling of the unknown excited him.  He could feel the Big XYZ energy vibrating through him.\n\n\"We just leveled up, Slimer!\"\n\nSlimer didn't nod, but Axel just knew that was what he would do if he had a neck or vertibrae."}
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{"id": "9c835215-a46b-4c2d-9938-0a70a4c8dbf5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:24.94", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ2Tut14UzVK9HRESkDpQkzM6y64gDsgLtaBpHRskF6q7", "txHash": "0x0e90bdc2fb1ec69fa7d84a930108ca65da9dbcceeb040505f4ed349aa70de65d", "createdAtBlock": 14118816, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1013, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Grave Robbing Kobold Yookoo of Dread Tower", "text": "\"Hey, it's that chocolate drink wizard!\" exclaimed an excited young Kobold.\n\n\"MY NAME IS YOOKOO, not YOOHOO, aahhh NVM!\" \n\nYookoo remembered almost growing accustomed to this type of greeting.\n\nSince passing through the sacred flame, in his new life as a Grave Robbing Skeletobold, this type of nonsense would never trouble him again.  If anyone annoyed him, he would simply wait 80 years until their death and rob their grave. \n\n\"There is nothing more exciting than being part of a \"great generational transfer of wealth\" \n\nTLDR - he's really really good at his job."}
{"id": "db23d05c-7c1c-44c3-98bb-6e33799cd98d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:28.565", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcM9vkATAqF1yws9bUq2naRXR9me8SiieQFYxBqC3AU77", "txHash": "0x9ade662c15e0fa0b640292b60b404d16141391d1ac7fd401213edf9041471ded", "createdAtBlock": 14119056, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3827, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Faiz of the Belfry", "text": "# The Lore of Witch Faiz of the Belfry\n\nThe great existential questions that have perplexed even the sharpest minds in Forgotten Runes history: what's up with dream masters? Where do they come from? Are they male or female? Are they even human? And the most mystifying query of all: what lies beneath the hood? The answer to that last one is, of course, another hood! Just kidding...unless...?\n\nWitch Faiz identifies as female because others see her as a witch, and witches are women, therefore she must be female (the intricacies of gender identity escape her entirely). People see her as a witch because she uses magic and carries a broom around wherever she goes. Few are aware that she doesn't use the broom for flying, as witches are wont to do...actually, she uses it for its much more mundane intended purpose: sweeping. Witch Faiz is a neat freak of the highest order (a psychotherapist would diagnose her with obsessive compulsive disorder, except she's never been to one before). She doesn't like messes or messy things. Familiars are messy. Runes are messy. She would rather do without them, things are simpler that way.\n\nWitch Faiz is also only capable of using cleansing magic. One would think that this handicap would make her rather useless in battle, but one would be dreadfully mistaken. You would be surprised what magically cleansing a person of their entire gut microbiome would do (hint: immediate bathroom run). Witch Faiz has actually brought down entire armies this way...it was truly a terrible sight to behold, and the stench was even worse. She is no joke in close quarters either, having demonstrated multiple times her ability to throttle heavily armed and armored opponents many times her size with nothing but her broom in hand."}
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{"id": "f6b8395b-8064-4713-a0b7-374a7529d110-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:29.413", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPxXJJ8gp2hzzrnUkJzXibVYavphsDjxxvcs7FzUfttWh", "txHash": "0x97d26f0bbbce3179ca7a6fdc93c63319f81d6008ec98169e0e392b4d9b56ddb4", "createdAtBlock": 14119084, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 488, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Baozhai of the Wold", "text": "For me, life has always been a fight. A struggle that only sheer determination, not luck, could get me through. No one handed me anything, save two instances (we will get into that later). Now, it is not to say I had a bad childhood, I love my parents. They loved me. We just, well, we were poor. More than poor. We had absolutely nothing.\n\n  I knew I wanted to be a wizard at a young age. My very first memory is of a woman in glittering robes passing through our penniless town. She noticed me, barefooted and coated in grime. Then,whispering in my little ear, \"There is a strong magic in you, young one,\" she slipped a green gem into my palm. As myeyes fell upon it, a small light flickered from within it. \"See?\"\n\n  I kept that gem with me always, hoping to find my magic someday. But life was not easy, and time was a resource I could not afford. 18 years later, I hadn't harnessed any magical ability. The very day I had heard of an archmage with no apprentice, I knew it wasfinallytime.With bittersweet goodbyes from my parents, I set off.He was some sort of hermit or something, but I didn't care.I was becoming a wizard.\n\n  It was a struggle to get him to open up (his front door amongst other things). For a while, I thought maybe he would reject teaching me. He tolerated the occasional lesson if I cleaned for him or ran his errands in town. Besides this, we hardly spoke."}
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{"id": "1837e60c-f791-4680-b644-7beb8e02e509-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:39.068", "backgroundColor": "#030601", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYr1kfTmhpd4QzsybqPsW87SmWkEver3KWuSXLzF8rif9", "txHash": "0xf1b7304384afabcadec3cdcc4ef970e5df32b80aadc83201d0c0222740634249", "createdAtBlock": 14210290, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2895, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Chooki of the Marsh", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nSorcerer Chooki was first seen crossing the Blanket bog in Scotland by a villager named Albany. Chooki was seen from afar moving his hands in a strange and terrifying way. ''e was dressed in long robes 'e was.' said Albany to the village barmen. 'moved 'is 'ands in great circles over 'is 'ead intermixed with giant 'w' here and there. if i didn't know any better and i'm sixty five years old mark you, i'd 'ave thought 'e was trying to summon the Will-o'-the-wisp.'\n\nThe Will-o'-the-wisp was best described as a white light humanoid figure spotted first a few decades ago by an eleven year old child. The child ran home and told his mother the story and by evening the whole village knew something evil and sinister was lurking in the bog. Occasionally people would come forward claiming that they too had seen the Will-o'-the-wisp and demanded that the marsh be roped off. They also claimed seeing things at night and hearing groaning sounds whenever they passed by the bog.\n\nChooki was being detained in an old stable by Achaius, Jaberinse, Kamron, Maolmuire and Gillivray, the five village leaders, for questioning.\n\nAchaius: what were you doing there yer gowk? albany the villager saw you moving suspiciously\n\nChooki : i'm a sorcerer. My father's tribe first inherited these lands; they were sorcerers too. I know a spell called wllowsp which showed any magical blood in the area. i was chanting the spell while doing the appropriate actions required to locate magical blood when your villager Albert or whoever he is saw me performing the ritual and thought i was summoning some billowing wizz or something"}
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{"id": "e0f5e4f8-0fbb-4d1c-99a7-27146636c669-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:36.557", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB4wmioAxQ2wYJjo1E1xg1hSKvxvJTDbY9aqB3JN9Jxd", "txHash": "0x9d254dbcaaff9454232bc47bde62fba6e158a0f9aa62c31ace58bc25664bfff7", "createdAtBlock": 14965635, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10447, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPpkFJxixW9PCR1y5qfx4JirfkfcUZ8x9JYT7uigBUbfq", "name": "Lubalar Champion of Honor", "text": "# **The Orb of Agnor;**\n# **A Warrior's Tale:**\n---\n---\n---\n\n>  The first four parts consist of the background tales of @warrior10447, @warrior7626, @warrior15338 and @warrior12713. All parts there after consist of the story entitled: *The Orb of Agnor: A Warrior's Tale* \n\nSpecial thanks to Prometheus21 on Discord for allowing for the use of @wizard3519 in this tale!\n\n##  *The Cast:*\n\n---\n---\n\n@warrior10447:\n\nA rugged, middle-aged man long past his glory days of old. When, once upon a time, the life of a warrior reclaimed his soul, Lubalar set forth with a company of many warriors. After losing his dear friend Dorian, Lubalar slays a fell Cockatrice and ventures out to discover a relic which can bring back Dorian. The Orb of Agnor.\n\n\n\n---\n\n@warrior7626:\n\nA cut, young man with many grand feats under his belt. One day when traveling in the Frog Masters Marsh he came across @wizard3519 who sent him on a quest to reclaim a shard of Hue Masters Pass in exchange for information on the Orb of Agnor. On his journey he learned of the powerful and destructive technologies produced in the South. \n\n\n\n---\n\n@warrior15338:\n\nA powerful young warrior capable of taking on an entire pack of goblins bare handed. Coming from The Sands, Liam is trained to survive harsh climates and use his logical nature to solve issues. On one of his excursions Liam came across an old pyramid containing an ancient scroll. The scroll sent Liam to Calistas Citadel where he learned of the Orb of Agnor.\n\n\n\n---\n\n@warrior12713:"}
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{"id": "e0f5e4f8-0fbb-4d1c-99a7-27146636c669-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:36.557", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB4wmioAxQ2wYJjo1E1xg1hSKvxvJTDbY9aqB3JN9Jxd", "txHash": "0x9d254dbcaaff9454232bc47bde62fba6e158a0f9aa62c31ace58bc25664bfff7", "createdAtBlock": 14965635, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10447, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPpkFJxixW9PCR1y5qfx4JirfkfcUZ8x9JYT7uigBUbfq", "name": "Lubalar Champion of Honor", "text": "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K69tbUo3vGs\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n## *Part One: The Travels of Lubalar & The Slaying of a Great Cockatrice*\nLubalar lived in The Wild, at the border of The Fey. He was a large, strong, bold man, though his days of warriordom were long past him. In his retirement,he had constructed a small hut for himself, not too far from civilization, nor too close. He loved to tend to his gardens and make excursions to nearby villages when help was needed. Whether saving a cat from a tree, helping a villager move homes, or driving savage wolves off a farmer's herding land, Lubalar was always around to help. In his free time Lubalar tended to many creatures. His pet dog, Cerberus, was among his favorite. He had found Cerberus as a young pup on one of his olden quests. Lubalar allowed owls to nest in his roof, crows and rabbits to eat his crop and even snakes to burrow deep underneath his stead. At night Lubalar would sit on his porch, pipe in hand, reminiscing the olden days of his quests. For Lubalar longed to once again take up arms to battle, but most of all, Lubalar wanted to partake in an adventure. So, when one day a band of warriors showed up to his home, requesting aid on their journey to vanquish the Golden Cockatrice*, Lubalar did not hesitate to accept.\n\n\n> The following recountment of Lubalar's Tale is vague and sewn from many legends and myths, to hear of his true quest one must find him themselves:"}
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{"id": "e0f5e4f8-0fbb-4d1c-99a7-27146636c669-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:36.557", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZB4wmioAxQ2wYJjo1E1xg1hSKvxvJTDbY9aqB3JN9Jxd", "txHash": "0x9d254dbcaaff9454232bc47bde62fba6e158a0f9aa62c31ace58bc25664bfff7", "createdAtBlock": 14965635, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10447, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPpkFJxixW9PCR1y5qfx4JirfkfcUZ8x9JYT7uigBUbfq", "name": "Lubalar Champion of Honor", "text": "> *Of the Golden Cockatrice: The Golden Cockatrice was a great winged beast that plagued the Runiverse. When it could it would pick off farm animals (and sometimes their farmers) to feast on. When agitated the Golden Cockatrice was capable of taking out small villages and even a wizard or two. It's close relative the @beast3 still roams the Runiverse...\n\n\n\n\n> The Triple Crowned Cockatrice is pictured above.\n\n\n### A Map of Lubalar's Travels In Part One:\n\n\n\n\n## *The End of Part One*\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n## *Part Two: The Travels of Riggs & The Toadstools Massacre*\n\ncoming soon...\n\n### A Map of Riggs' Travels In Part Two:\n\n\n\n\n\n## *The End of Part Two*\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n## *Part Three: The Travels of Liam & The Ancient Pyramid*\n\ncoming soon...\n\n### A Map of Liam's Travels In Part Three:\n\n\n\n## *The End of Part Three*\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n## *Part Four: The Travels of Sandra & The Master Duck*\n\ncoming soon...\n\n### A Map of Sandra's Travels In Part Four:\n\n\n\n## *The End of Part Four*\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n## *Part Five: The Beginning*\n\ncoming soon..."}
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{"id": "20c5c1f5-b9bd-47aa-8915-b32b392e8d24-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:08.762", "backgroundColor": "#c7ad81", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUzAkeiRjCQaRTZh5LpBR1qEH252WZ7EZSzFb4g7hCuGH", "txHash": "0xe48c82e6c924e662d73797f2ce6015c6361f9b3087af4cffbf82c76403572c2a", "createdAtBlock": 14911102, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5189, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSZZufnqFSZac521FbNgqagbsQTgddeV6KVWXguqzKbAy", "name": "Throndilor Obliterator of the Alley", "text": "# *It was my 111th birthday...*\n\n*...only a week ago, but my life has been quite different than that of the famous halfling from the shire,* Throndilor reminisced grimly in a nostalgic moment as he sat in front of the blazing fireplace in the big hall of his dwelling. Nearby a loud buzzing could be heard. It came from outside and it seemed to draw closer. On a plate on the table to the dwarfs left were some legumes, nuts and other vegetables leftover from his dinner. The wall to the right of him sported some melee weaponry used long ago. A battle axe, a couple of daggers, a javelin and his beloved long sword **Silvandril** that he still used once in a while when he really wanted to scare someone - or cut him to pieces. The wooden oak tiled floor was a dark brown maroon.\n\nA scar adorned the right side of Throndilors face and for the rest - well, it was not pretty either. He was not bad looking, but he was no Prince Charming. The broken nose did not help in the looks department, either. But anyways, with so many Prince Charmings running around these days looking like a bit of an extraordinaire could not hurt."}
{"id": "20c5c1f5-b9bd-47aa-8915-b32b392e8d24-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:08.762", "backgroundColor": "#c7ad81", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUzAkeiRjCQaRTZh5LpBR1qEH252WZ7EZSzFb4g7hCuGH", "txHash": "0xe48c82e6c924e662d73797f2ce6015c6361f9b3087af4cffbf82c76403572c2a", "createdAtBlock": 14911102, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5189, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSZZufnqFSZac521FbNgqagbsQTgddeV6KVWXguqzKbAy", "name": "Throndilor Obliterator of the Alley", "text": "It was a century ago when the big war of the Yellow Mountains went into its 6th year that Throndilors parents had been killed before his very eyes during the Battle of the Brimstone Valley. It was not even a proper and fair fight; it was cowardly and insidious. They were betrayed by friends. Throndilor does not remember much from that time long ago. The war had since ended and the wizards had won. The Yellow Mountains were now called **The Battle Mage Mountains** and all the dwarves that had lived there for centuries before had either been killed or driven away. And some of them, the younger ones that were not able to run away fast enough, such as Throndilor himself, were caught by a battle mage called @wizard9633 and sold into servitude, as was the custom in those days. He was sold to a bad tempered hooligan in the city of the **Blue Wizard Bastion** that called himself a guild leader.\n\nThrondilor looked out of the window at the approaching animal that was heading for the tower and took a long gulp from his dwarf light draft beer mug. Disgusting. The beer used to be better too. But now was not the time for some fire whiskey.\n\nMost of his life he had been on the run. First from bad wizards in the mountains and then from the corrupt orderlies in the city. Growing up in the darkest alleys of a large and multicultural city, running shady errands from an early age for his master and leader of the thieves' **Guild of the Slippery Dagger** will not make a saint out of a person. Especially when all you are surrounded by is greed, betrayal and crime - week in week out. The years had made Throndilor strong and enduring, but wary and suspicious. They also taught him one very important thing: always look out for yourself and never rely on anyone."}
{"id": "20c5c1f5-b9bd-47aa-8915-b32b392e8d24-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:08.762", "backgroundColor": "#c7ad81", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUzAkeiRjCQaRTZh5LpBR1qEH252WZ7EZSzFb4g7hCuGH", "txHash": "0xe48c82e6c924e662d73797f2ce6015c6361f9b3087af4cffbf82c76403572c2a", "createdAtBlock": 14911102, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5189, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSZZufnqFSZac521FbNgqagbsQTgddeV6KVWXguqzKbAy", "name": "Throndilor Obliterator of the Alley", "text": "Too often had trust in the people around him landed Throndilor in trouble and misery. He had been killed twice in robberies he had been forced to participate in due to acts of treason by his so-called friends and he had been subsequently raised from the dead by powerful healers under excruciating pain. On one occasion during the revival he distinctly remembered hearing a bell ring and vaguely seeing a figure with a hood and a cloak. (of course it had been @wizard6287)\n\nHe never found out who his parents had been and now, all these years later , he probably never would. Since his childhood he had a strange tattoo of the rune of Saturn on his left shoulder which was about the only hint of his heritage. '*But who cares,*' he often thought, bitterly. In his view his parents had left him to a life of misery. Had they been more suspicious and vigilant - he would not have lived this life of sorrow. Damn them.\n\n\n100 years is a long time during which skills advance and experiences make a dwarf stronger. And Throndilor had become a very strong one. So strong even, that after 20 years in servitude to his guild master, Charles the Slitter - to whom he had been sold - he slit Charless throat open from right to left and dismantled the guild in the following months. So rotten from the inside, the guild was, that it made no sense to take over and continue. Throndilor left the city and squandered many years in the service of various warlords or scoundrels as a sword-swinging mercenary."}
{"id": "20c5c1f5-b9bd-47aa-8915-b32b392e8d24-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:08.762", "backgroundColor": "#c7ad81", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUzAkeiRjCQaRTZh5LpBR1qEH252WZ7EZSzFb4g7hCuGH", "txHash": "0xe48c82e6c924e662d73797f2ce6015c6361f9b3087af4cffbf82c76403572c2a", "createdAtBlock": 14911102, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5189, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSZZufnqFSZac521FbNgqagbsQTgddeV6KVWXguqzKbAy", "name": "Throndilor Obliterator of the Alley", "text": "Upon his 80th birthday, after years of battles and raids, Throndilor returned to the Blue Wizard Bastion with his friend and companion **Raptinora** to found the Guild of **The Saphire Saturn Syndicate**. And here we are now. One week after his 111th birthday, with his companion just arriving home and landing on the towering building, buzzing and clicking its mandibles.\nThrondilor had saved Raptinora, a giant hornet, many years ago during a raid in the forest surrounding the Dream Master Lake while she was being attacked by a swarm of wasps. Herself being of gigantic proportions with a body length of almost 5 feet and a wingspan of 10 feet, she was a menacing sight to others, but to Throndilor she was the only being he would always trust and they understood each other well, even though she could not speak like some wizards weird familiars.\n\nIn general Throndilor was very skeptical towards wizards and magic and did not like the unnatural and sneaky behavior of that kind. They had killed his parents after all. But he accepted that sometimes there were benefits to using people with those skillsets.\n\nHe turned away from the window where Raptinora had just approached, went over to the table with his unfinished food, took another sip of beer, and looked at his watch that showed just past 8pm. He used it to turn on the large flat screen TV that hung behind him on the eastern wall."}
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{"id": "cacb682c-3c87-4cc1-a694-45528d276bde-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:56.602", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6sBwWVhjwvNSfwuS41bNakwTyWP4tK5qThWFbpPJoCx", "txHash": "0x885818436b6a0118ce459132e5037c425cfbc195b18ee2abb1b56792092819d0", "createdAtBlock": 14701566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9207, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Marsh", "text": "### \n#### \n## Im over this place!\n\n\n\nDear Diary, \n\nEver since the incident, Ive been feeling down. A strange fox named Ludwig started following me around. Theyre pretty grouchy but they seem smart and I could use the company to stay out of my head. Today, they casually mentioned that I sucked so much at magic that I should probably find a different path since theres no way the Marsh witch would even give me an apprentice associate assistant position. Blech! I recoiled at the thought of working where everyone in town is brown nosing to win the favor of the witch. My reaction made it clear: I have to get out of here. I dont know whats beyond the Marsh, but theres gotta be something more. Plus, everyone knows that I have no future in traditional witchcraft so what have I got to lose? \n\n\n---\n## Magic in Carnival Pass \n\nDear Diary, \n\nLudwig can be a buzzkill, but they do have some helpful survival skills. We were foraging in Carnival Pass and found some mushrooms. They knew the brown ones were good to eat but I found this perfect red mushroom and I couldnt help but take a big bite. Almost instantly, I felt like I never have before. At first I felt panicked as Ludwig reprimanded me for eating it. I collected myself and noticed multicolored leaves grew from the trees, the smells of the flowers changed with each breeze, and the birds were singing songs Ive heard before in my dreams. It was magic. Not the kind I struggled with in school but a different kind of power... I wandered Carnival Pass in wonderment for hours. When I came to, I felt a change within me. I didnt fear or doubt anything for once. I just knew I was on the right path. I looked at the mushroom in my pack and noticed it had grown out where I had bit it. Strange, but Im not mad about it."}
{"id": "cacb682c-3c87-4cc1-a694-45528d276bde-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:56.602", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6sBwWVhjwvNSfwuS41bNakwTyWP4tK5qThWFbpPJoCx", "txHash": "0x885818436b6a0118ce459132e5037c425cfbc195b18ee2abb1b56792092819d0", "createdAtBlock": 14701566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9207, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Marsh", "text": "---\n\n## The Mysterious Dung Farmer\n\nDear Diary, \n\nWe walked for a few days and finally reached the Wild. Nature expressed itself in many different biomes here. There were wizards from all over the Runiverse traveling through it. I met a Druid named Mycho. He was a dung farmer and specialized in farming mushrooms but was also a mushroom himself! He said the wild mushroom I had was meant to show me what I already know. I didnt know what that meant. When we parted ways, our eyes locked for a moment and I felt a strange feeling. For a second it felt like I knew all the things he knew about mycology and felt his kindess. I could tell he felt something too but we broke our gaze and hugged to say goodbye. His encouragement and kindness gave me energy and purpose, even though I didn't know the destination. Ludwig said I shouldnt put any weight to the words of a dung farmer, but I somehow knew that his words were true. \n\n---\n\n## The Intoxicating Wild\n\nDear Diary,"}
{"id": "cacb682c-3c87-4cc1-a694-45528d276bde-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:56.602", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6sBwWVhjwvNSfwuS41bNakwTyWP4tK5qThWFbpPJoCx", "txHash": "0x885818436b6a0118ce459132e5037c425cfbc195b18ee2abb1b56792092819d0", "createdAtBlock": 14701566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9207, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Marsh", "text": "---\n\n## The Intoxicating Wild\n\nDear Diary, \n\nWeve been in The Wild for some time and met all kinds of strange and interesting characters. It seems everyone is on an important quest. I plan on heading west just because Ive never seen the coast or the hustle and bustle of the great cities. I heard many wild stories of Sacred Flames, rallies for or against Big Potion, baby wizard orphanages, and so much more! It was intoxicating to meet so many wizards. (Though, it mightve been all the potions Ive been sampling.) Whenever I connected with a wizard and looked into their eyes, I could see from their perspective and feel their powers. In some, I could sense their darkness and feel their pain. I felt for the first time I was understanding the world around me and it understood me. I didnt fear anything. I only felt excitement. Ludwig said I was too eager and seemed naive but I paid them no mind. \n\n---\n\n## Delilah and the darkness\n\nDear Diary,"}
{"id": "cacb682c-3c87-4cc1-a694-45528d276bde-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:56.602", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6sBwWVhjwvNSfwuS41bNakwTyWP4tK5qThWFbpPJoCx", "txHash": "0x885818436b6a0118ce459132e5037c425cfbc195b18ee2abb1b56792092819d0", "createdAtBlock": 14701566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9207, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Marsh", "text": "---\n\n## Delilah and the darkness\n\nDear Diary, \n\nI was at a tavern singing bar songs (before noon mind you) when a witch came in and the whole energy of the room changed. It was the first time I was drawn to a heavy, dark energy. I found myself searching for her hollow eyes and saw she had a good soul but was overcome with shame. I sensed she had deep knowledge of alchemy and used it to help many beings. Almost unknowingly, I dropped a bit of my mushroom into her potent marijuana concoction. I felt guilty but I wanted to help her. Once she felt the effects, her protective veil lifted and she bawled like a child. She said she was destined for death. She had committed a crime she must pay for. Knowing theres something unresolved in her fate, I brought over some wizards who spoke of a Sacred Flame. They rehashed that those who choose to give themselves to the Flame may become powerful Souls to complete their destiny or perish as an Undesirable. The other wizards encouraged her cautiously that if she must die, she might try to making things right by becoming a Soul. I urged her to give herself a chance to find renewed purpose. She looked into my eyes for a long time and collected herself. She admitted she is broken but wanted no one to suffer as she has and quietly walked out. She headed north towards the Secret Tower and I didnt see her again. I was exhausted. I acted out of intuition and I wasnt sure if what I did was right. \n\n---\n\n## Power\n\nDear Diary,"}
{"id": "cacb682c-3c87-4cc1-a694-45528d276bde-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:56.602", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6sBwWVhjwvNSfwuS41bNakwTyWP4tK5qThWFbpPJoCx", "txHash": "0x885818436b6a0118ce459132e5037c425cfbc195b18ee2abb1b56792092819d0", "createdAtBlock": 14701566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9207, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Marsh", "text": "---\n\n## Power\n\nDear Diary, \n\nEvery time I eat the mushroom, Im able to connect with others more deeply. I can now see darkness and pain in everyone. I try my best to focus on their light and power which drive me to help them. With stronger connections, Im able to harness their powers even when theyre no longer with me. I want to help everyone that I can but I wonder if its my place for me to read them so intimately and to change their course. Its also hard to choose who I should help and Ludwig always says things that make me wonder whether Ive actually helped them or not. I dont think most of the wizards know how my magic works but now I do. Sometimes I share my mushroom with them and they think thats it. Maybe its best to keep it to myself for now Ludwig agrees.\n\nIn other news, I keep hearing of Chronomancers Riviera from all my favorite wizards so far. I may change my plans and head there instead. They werent necessarily what youd call lawfully good wizards but they had the best stories. I heard its a place filled with celebrations with a palpable air of chaos. You never know what can transpire there. Now that sounds fun. Ludwig is worried. I don't care."}
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{"id": "fbdca199-0592-47e1-9417-131531ccedd6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:30.974", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY8RA1tWHEHXeqUnG9g2rHRsJ2FwbE3PPfUQo7kZpf3qT", "txHash": "0x277fe422b290232b7301a3e6687279ccdb896807e3a9dd7b2e9b01a14bd91dc5", "createdAtBlock": 14119104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9341, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Sabina of the Psychic Leap", "text": "Entry 1:\nDruid Sabina has been tasked with a special secret mission: to bring plants alive. Alive as in being able to move and follow commands. This mission came from the Dotta and Elf personally, the 2 Head Wizards that lead the High Council of Runiverse. A flying message had flown into her window at midnight requiring Sabina to authenticate her magic signature to prove she was the rightful recipient. She had heard of such message transmissions before, but those were normally reserved for the upmost confidential communications. Who could need to send her such a high priority message?\n\nOnce Sabina authenticated the flying message, it flamed up and the still glowing ashes formed the message, Druid Sabina of Psychic Leap, come through the portal for we have a mission for you. Should you not choose to accept, there will be no consequence. Lets speak face to face. Signed, Dotta and Elf. The glowing ashes dulled and fell to the ground, but a portal appeared from the ashes! To be able to craft a complex spell like a portal inside of another magic spell (the flying message) requires skill and capability that left little doubt that the message truly originated from Head Wizards Dotta and Elf.\n\nIf the two highest powers of the Runiverse summons you, would you dare turn down the offer to meet? Sabina took a few deep breaths, calmed her mind and stepped into the portal. This was her first time walking into a portal. While portals were not a forbidden art, only the wizards with great magical control could control them properly thus use was limited. Those wizards only used them when necessary. Sabina has heard stories about portals and the disorientation after that. However, she found herself stepping into an unfamiliar room in her next step. It was like she had simply walked through her door into this room. Fascinating!\n\nWhile her mind adjusted to the new surroundings, she noticed three people in the room. Not two."}
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{"id": "c7a0a60d-92af-4693-8455-e07877d28eee-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:59.598", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMXiP2QKgZKxK2fWWtVx39Rb7tLgLEceHpu8rvwW7Kog", "txHash": "0xcf738101374b6ca1e430eba152808dcb07a039a0d5361623752b296ab280a871", "createdAtBlock": 14703029, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7339, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer David of the Desert", "text": "The wind blew across the bare branches of the dead trees, due to the quantum shadow only dead trees were left in these once vibrant woods. \n\nDavid floated above the dreary woods. He recalled a time long before, before the shadow. He recalled a life as a child playing in the woods, jumping over streams and climbing trees. He continued thinking about old memories, and would likely have continued for a while longer had he not been roused from his memories by a loud caw.\n\n\"Huh?\" he murmured \"What is it?,\"  \n\n\"*cawwwwww*\"   \n\n\"Yes, yes I remember, pay attention.\"   \n\n\"*caww*\"  \n \n\nRadar was looking at him reproachfully, which he did deserve, but it did look strange on a crow though.\n\nJust as he was about to slip into his thoughts he was once again interrupted but this time by a roar. The roar came from something that was similar to a pterodactyl but with two pairs of wings. \n\nThe monster charged forward and opened its mouth but eat David but instead ended up getting smacked with a two ton rock which broke off two of its wings and sent it crashing down on to the ground."}
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{"id": "6fb605bd-0443-40bb-a0d5-407f07ae8c32-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:31.657", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeC25UUSB5DdmHq1gSxMSqQVDGcokQ5yLmMgDtb7B7WxU", "txHash": "0xa6b7db9282c21a11d54772315aee4094b7e60387014a06dfeeae87079f0c5fdb", "createdAtBlock": 14120147, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 980, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Finn of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Finn of the Brambles\n\nHe isknown as Fin to his friends and kin,  but to the witches and fairies they call him chad, Enchanter finn of the brambles is best known for his ability consume almost as many fairies and wiches asa he does his favorite forgotten tavern brew this is where the witches and faires of the FRWC go to seek out this mac daddy of love making.\n\nFinn is a humble man but other wizards have accused him of wizard supremacy at times as he has a disdain for dragons, bats, and other creaters found in his brambles. The only thing Finn is supreme at is love making. In fact it is well known secret that Finn has fathered over 50% of all the wizards,fairies and witches in the runiverse. \n\nA typical day for Finn is sending the witch from the night before away smiling before picking some fresh fruit from the brambles he hails from , delivering them to his order adresses (where he usually satisfies more than just the stay at homewitches and fairies hunger) hence why its a well known secret. Most wizards dont seem to care as he is a polite enchanting wizard. After delivering his \"fruit\" to the ladies he heads over to his favorite watering hole the forgotten tavern where its always a good time with his pals and gals. Finn is always fending off the witches and fairies in between his favorite forgotten tavern brew as they wait with baited breath hoping he will pick them at the end of the night to be his bed mate hoping to capture some of his wiz jizz and after he grabs his witch or fairy of delight the rest sigh in sadness and settle for wizards with less than a quarter of Finns love making might."}
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{"id": "e29ad9a3-d891-4e01-8dc3-d7a3c78a6690-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-19T11:25:52.238", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcNWoERaH4PihSsisG4DAmgScUAvbkrx9aCHQn2K14hzE", "txHash": "0x4fe7782024165e9e52719cf9e4153e546703fac1d7e44231ea75e830c4530253", "createdAtBlock": 15172787, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10696, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Maud Cleaver of Goblins", "text": "I cleave and heave. Cleave Goblins for a living. Their intestines fall on top of me. Goblins get ready to shout. I dont have time for their stupid crows and they cant argue. I have a cave to breach. People died so I could have this body. I want it to finish like this. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder. My friend @wizard7484 is looking me straight in the eye.\n\n\"Be warned, dear friend\" He speaks in a slow nasely voice. \"For your every kill brings you one step closer to entering the void.\"\n\n@wizard7484 looks down at me. \"You have fallen in the Shaper's trap. You are now part of the Everlasting. The one thought you now have is to survive as long as possible.\"\n\nNow there is a knock at my door. I respond. \"Enter.\"\n\nThey dont respond. I finally kick the door down. When the door opens a goblin speaks up. \"What do you want, you idiot? Im not going in there, you idiot. I dont know any shaper.\"\n\nI shake my head. I can't let him know what I just did. I know he's right. He can't go in there, but if I can get him to leave, I can go in there myself. I pull my axe back. The goblin cowers. I finally come to an agreement.\n\n\"The goblin stands his ground, ready for battle.\n\n@wizard7484 follows me in. I look the goblin in the eye. \"You'll need to leave now.\"\n\nThe goblin's face splits in half when my axe hits it."}
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{"id": "0a06bdf4-c960-4976-8f09-4f8d9b410e23-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:36.243", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX9sdpvFWuQQ6iqyHkVvgLnUzfehrBY1v44e2TkKELD7n", "txHash": "0x07413520cff6c06fd3f29417d188d6fa4d0e60efb53d2ac0277ea558ec66dff8", "createdAtBlock": 14121991, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5376, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Grape Jelly Donut", "text": "at the end of the tunnel, you reach a large, moldy stone room, dimly lit by an eerie tarnished, but quite ornate, candelabra..\n\nin the center of the room, a smooth cylindrical stand about chest high, perhaps made of ebony, if it is or ever was dark, heavy wood at all.  the sides of the stand seem to have a dark milkiness to them, and the shades within the stand appear to your eye to be..  moving, and shifting slowly..  \n\natop the stand sits a plush, evergreen colored silk pillow.\n\nyou can barely make out the runes on the large cylinder stand, but you can tell they are changing as you move closer.\n\nas you creep to within five feet - you see what sits atop the pillow.\n\na glowing jelly donut.\n\nconfused, you see the runes mottle and begin to take a new runic form..  \n\nwait, you recognize these runes..  now you can almost hear a groan within your skull, but you are certain your auditory senses heard nothing...\n\nthe groan in your head grows more compelling, and you begin to feel the power of its commanding magic..  as you read the runes you realize your folly, as they match the geas now cemented in your skull..  and you are now just another corporeal servant..\n\n***E  A  T    M  E***"}
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{"id": "bd0b7d1b-720e-4fcf-a2b5-34af6cac6120-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:29.28", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmeq6dttSs7r3BJomGFXyJVYaLf6zWgaeZ1itR8FcXMNKH", "txHash": "0x8a6c8c666569a0a79752949a23876b0b137038b1458697373dc079025e275d02", "createdAtBlock": 14878528, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1006, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdNZxJAD27U5Y71UamLfMVSVg5R9X8SjcSYhEYtk5cbjy", "name": "Octavius Mincer of the Good Luck Squad", "text": "# Octavius Mincer of the Good Luck Squad\n\n_GOOD LUCK SQUAD_\n\nOcatvius knows only his belief in the *balance of battle*.\n\nThat's why he has no affinity for runes. He follows the path of the **Karma-warrior**.\nHe belongs to the legendary Karma warriors of the *Good Luck Squad*. And he prefers to fight side by side with his best friend @warrior378 !\n\nOctavius wears no armor, he trusts his karma, his luck.\nIn addition, he usually gets into a wild frenzy and is fully immersed in the fight.\n\nHis banner color is red, his long sword is red, his desire is the blood of those who are imbalanced and strive against the principle of karma..\n\n\n\n*..run infidels!*, **run!**"}
{"id": "9051c1c7-c71e-4488-b138-9f095e97dd37-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:59.215", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbKLKHkbfA5bcDzgGkXqomFy4ybNHMHz2WDWKaEh3Rpzx", "txHash": "0xe76394ce91d530d9260386499b7c5adc081dfae8cd4b51790dadd6c5c84bf78a", "createdAtBlock": 15244512, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "Krafili throws a log on the fire and sits down in his chair, then strikes a match and lights his pipe. As he begins to puff on his pipe, a hand slaps him on the back of his head. \n\nSMACK\n\n\"No smoking around the children!\" His wife says. \n\nRubbing the back of his head, he grumbles to himself as he puts out his pipe.\n\nHe reaches up above the fireplace for his sword, which is covered in chips and scratches. \n\nKrafili is a tall kobold with a large red beard that is starting to gray. His belly, which you can tell from his build, used to be hard as iron; Now, its begun to bloat from lack of exercise. He has scars all up and down his arms and legs. The largest of scars is one that goes across his face spanning from the top of his hairline and disappears down into his beard.\n\nHe settles into his large chair made of deer hide. Children start to gather around him, eagerly awaiting his tales. \n\nKrafili settles the children with a wave of his giant arm and takes a deep breath. \n\n\"Settle down, settle down, grandpa has a tale for you!\" \n\nThe room goes quiet and the crackling of the fire fills the space.\n\n\"You wanna know where this chip came from?\"\n\n \"YES!!\" scream the children\n\n \"Okay, okay, settle down.\" He chuckles to himself a bit and begins \"Have you ever heard of the goblin king, Grugal?\" \n\n\"NO!!\" yelled the children. \n\n\"Oh, stop making stuff up,\" says his wife as she sits next to him and sips her tea. She grabs her knitting needles and continues knitting what appears to be some sort of hat.\n\nHe shoots her a playful glance and looks back at the children."}
{"id": "9051c1c7-c71e-4488-b138-9f095e97dd37-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:59.215", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbKLKHkbfA5bcDzgGkXqomFy4ybNHMHz2WDWKaEh3Rpzx", "txHash": "0xe76394ce91d530d9260386499b7c5adc081dfae8cd4b51790dadd6c5c84bf78a", "createdAtBlock": 15244512, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "He shoots her a playful glance and looks back at the children.\n\n\"Well!\" he begins, \"Grugal wasn't a very big goblin but he was as strong as an ox and carried a great sword on his back. He had red eyes and breath that could kill an ogre!\" \n\nHe grabs his nose and begins fanning his face as the children begin to laugh.\n\n\"I had to fight through hundreds of goblins to get to the king but when I did we had a fight that would make the great Merlin cower in fear!\"\n\nThe children gasp.\n\nHis wife starts to pay less attention to the knitting as she listens to him speak, as if she hasn't heard this story a thousand times by now.\n\n\"On my way back from my adventures in the Quantum Shadow, I passed by this strange town in the middle of nowhere. Having run low on supplies, I decided to stop in to restock. As I approached the town, an arrow whizzed by my head, nearly hitting me. But I was too quick for the arrow, and dodged it!\" \n\nRECORD SCRATCH \n\nKrafilis' wife butts in. \n\n\"We both know goblins have awful aim, I'm sure they were nowhere near yo- \" \n\n\" Hey! I'm telling the story here!\" Krafili exclaims.\n\nAhem \n\n\"As I was saying,\" Krafili continues, \"well...okay, maybe the arrow wasn't that close but I could feel the evil intention behind the shot!\" \n\nThe children begin to snicker. \"Grandpa, are you telling fibs?\" asks the youngest of the kids.\n \n\"No, I'm not telling fibs, I'm just telling you the truth as I remember,\" replies Krafili.\n\n\"You would forget where you left your head if it wasn't attached to you,\" his wife butts in."}
{"id": "9051c1c7-c71e-4488-b138-9f095e97dd37-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:59.215", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbKLKHkbfA5bcDzgGkXqomFy4ybNHMHz2WDWKaEh3Rpzx", "txHash": "0xe76394ce91d530d9260386499b7c5adc081dfae8cd4b51790dadd6c5c84bf78a", "createdAtBlock": 15244512, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "\"Pish, posh, woman!\" says Krafili, trying to seem stern, but smirking under his beard.\n\n\"Now, where was I?\" he says as he strokes his beard. \n\n\"Oh yes! I was riding into town and an arrow struck my helmet and bounced off.\n\nHe shoots a look over to his wife, which, she understands, means to just let him have his fun. \n\nHe proceeds, \"I began to serpentine towards the city and saw on the wall of the city, thousands of goblins!\" \n\n\"Grandpa, do you mean that town around Kelpie's bay? Because that town is pretty small!\" \n\n\"Well, who do you think cut it down to that size?!\" Krafili says while slicing the air with his arm. \n\n\"I destroyed that town and made it look like a simple village!\"\n\n\"WOW!!\" say all the children together. \n\n\"I took out every goblin in that town before the sun set!  I entered the main castle of the town to find the king awaiting mewe then fought until the sun came up!\"\n\nDING \n\n\"Oh my, I'm sorry, dear, the cookies are ready, I'll be right back.\" Krafilis wife says, as she puts down her knitting needles and gets up, walking to the kitchen. \n\n\"Cookies sound good right about now, what do yall think? Let's eat, then I'll tell you about the battle of the century!\""}
{"id": "1e8d5828-6f7f-4b07-9f00-a24b70ec571d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:41.238", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRqpdxqd2Nbi1Q5FffQ3Rv78wNPNXXAJWYYBvg6bMQjzU", "txHash": "0x53b0f1369b27e8d2df7d30488f179784c99ccdd3cc54db71e4ca755b46e43921", "createdAtBlock": 14123437, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9700, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Lamia of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Scryer Lamia of the Hall\n\nAs he walked into the tavern, monkey following his shadow, Scryer Lamia said not but a word. There had been rumors of a scryer that spent his time shifting throughout the night, telling those who dared, how they passed to the next life. The scryer had a magic deck of cards, and with that magic deck, could predict the future. Only those who dared would approach the scryer in fear of unfurling an unpleasant truth. However the say of the town, was if Scryer Lamia approached you, he touch your face causing partial blindness, but the power to see into the future.\n\nNo one knows where the Scryer Lamia lives or where he keeps his magic deck of cards. Those daring enough to try and touch them have reported burn marks on their hands and a deep pain in their chest.\n\nScryer Lamia of the Hall is in outsider to the non-magical, but is on a quest to find the White Lady, to deliver a message..."}
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{"id": "02f4277d-c337-4290-8984-d13c5af6b451-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T05:06:22.79", "backgroundColor": "#51302e", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1Tkhj8aDXfHjuPbV615SxRTJUu1JqjZuaxcGw4m9spK", "txHash": "0x75c34735b9e9a92e0090e627f277bafecf69fed6b5eda787e2afdc654b12f51c", "createdAtBlock": 15177541, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6136, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdztQCoLjAaXKAqdajWwD52Mz9Abd1pDDCfzeJkbBcy5H", "name": "Druid Ofaris out of the Blizzard", "text": "# The Soul Reaper and His Treasure\n\nThe Forgotten Tavern in Goblin Town smelled of old, stale Goblin Beer as @wizard6136, @wizard4492, and @warrior4171 entered through the creaky front door.\n\nThe tavern was nearly full of wizards and warriors likely in town for the annual festival. \n\n\"Drinks, food, or both?\" a Goblin bartender asks.\n\nDruid Ofaris responded with a smirk and an audible grunt.\n\n\"We're quite full, just a round of drinks, please.\" Shaman Ilyas politely responded.\n\nThe bartender apathetically began pouring 3 glasses of beer when Gorgah interrupted by whispering something to him. Whatever it was that Gorgah said, it struck fear into the bartender. He looked as if he had just lived his worst nightmare while motioning to a door near the back of the tavern.\n\nGorgah, without skipping a beat, headed toward the door as Druid Ofaris and Shaman Ilyas followed, leaving their freshly poured drinks and a fearful bartender behind. \n\nBehind the door were stairs heading down to the cellar of the tavern. On the descent, the group felt the air completely change to a sweeping chill and noticed a faint blue light emanating from below.\n\nAs they made it down, they noticed there was another small bar and a group of more sophisticated wizards down here. In the far corner, they spotted what they were here for, sitting alone. @warrior15526. Likely the most polarizing figure in the Runiverse as of late, right before them.\n\n\nSoul Reaper was sitting with his sword sheathed, shield propped on the ground and he was reading some sort of codex that had a combination of runes and props found about the Runiverse. \n\nNext to him, under the table, was a remarkable looking chest with spikes on either end and three key holes in the shape of the Forgotten Runes."}
{"id": "02f4277d-c337-4290-8984-d13c5af6b451-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T05:06:22.79", "backgroundColor": "#51302e", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1Tkhj8aDXfHjuPbV615SxRTJUu1JqjZuaxcGw4m9spK", "txHash": "0x75c34735b9e9a92e0090e627f277bafecf69fed6b5eda787e2afdc654b12f51c", "createdAtBlock": 15177541, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6136, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdztQCoLjAaXKAqdajWwD52Mz9Abd1pDDCfzeJkbBcy5H", "name": "Druid Ofaris out of the Blizzard", "text": "\"Thank you for coming.\" Soul Reaper said with a tranquil voice.\n\n\"As you can see, the chest can only be unlocked by three runes. Per the codex, it seems to be the Rune of Brass, Rune of Omega and Rune of Venus. Take this copy of the codex, it has guidance on where one can find these runes. It will not be an easy task and best you work as a team.\"\n\nThe group of three nodded synchronously.\n\n\"What's inside the chest?\" Gorgah asked.\n\nSoul Reaper squinted his fiery blue eyes, which seemed to emit a fog of light and serenely replied \"Perhaps something younger than a Unicorn stallion and older than a Phoenix hatching. Something colder than the depths of Dream Master Lake and hotter than the passions of a mad pyromancer. Or perhaps something to counter a Sacred Flame.\""}
{"id": "9cf4c08e-4807-4178-ae4e-3b9f4b3c5480-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-30T15:20:29.038", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR5iecPhgnmdtPUbk5tLz7zqxXqqtQoFYJ9ZQejEMne3y", "txHash": "0x1e3717fd7e27af101ed0679171b44e3c0bae79f4652c47ab9bb7ef0610a61a54", "createdAtBlock": 15244559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "Part 2\n\nKrafili walks in, wiping his fingers on his chest, and goes to the fireplace to stoke the fire. As he pokes the log with a poker, the kids gather around the chair and wait in anticipation.\n\n\"Did y'all thank grandma?\" he asked the kids.\n\n\"Thank you grandma!\" they say in unison.\n\nKrafili sits back into his chair with a grunt and begins. \"Well where was I? Oh yes, the castle. Well as I entered the castle there was a laugh coming from the throne and sitting at the seat was no other thanGRUGAL!\"\n\nHe protrudes his jaw so his bottom teeth are sticking out, and lets out a sinister laugh. The lights in the room suddenly turn off, and the light from the fireplace twists Krafilis face into a menacing creature somewhat resembling a goblin.\n\nThe children scream and the lights come back on revealing grandma standing at the lights with a giant smile across her face.\n\nKrafili and his wife burst out in laughter.\n\n\"Oh I'm so sorry dears! But it was grandpa's idea I promise!\" Grandma says through chuckles.\n\n\"HA HA HA\" Krafilis booming laugh shakes the room. \"Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't pass up on an opportunity to scare you a little. Now back to the story!\n\nSo there he was, sitting on the throne black eyes locked on my position watching my every move.\"\n\n\"Well, it looks like you handled the guards pretty easily.\" Krafili says in a low tone, trying to replicate Grugals voice. \"Luckily I can find men who are just as weak as them pretty easily.\" He pulls out a dagger and starts to twirl it between his fingers. \"So to what do I owe the pleasure of having a kobold in my presence?\""}
{"id": "9cf4c08e-4807-4178-ae4e-3b9f4b3c5480-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-30T15:20:29.038", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR5iecPhgnmdtPUbk5tLz7zqxXqqtQoFYJ9ZQejEMne3y", "txHash": "0x1e3717fd7e27af101ed0679171b44e3c0bae79f4652c47ab9bb7ef0610a61a54", "createdAtBlock": 15244559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "Krafili turns his head, addressing the imagined Grugal for his rapt audience. \"Well, I was just passing through for supplies and your men attacked me. I do apologize for the intrusion but I fear we are too far past apologies now,\" Krafili says, moving his hand so sits on the hilt of his remembered sword.\n\nOur eyes fixated on each other, tension growing in the air.\n\nKrafili's wife interrupts \"Remember, honey, they are children. Let's keep it PG.\"\n\n\"Of course, of course,\" he replies, waving his hand at her.\n\n\"Anyway, I saw the goblin on the throne. Our, eyes fixated on each other, and Grugal began to rise from his throne and walk down the stone steps. His footsteps echoing in the empty chamber, he slowly made his way towards me.\n\nMen are easily replaced for a price my friend. How much gold do you have on you? Grugal asked as he walked in front of me.\n\nI have a few coin, but I need them for my travels, I answered.\n\nWell, friend, you come into my castle, my domain, and slaughter my men, and don't have the decency to pay me for my troubles? Grugal said angrily.\n\nTo be fair, you would have been better off having a human guarding you, with how weak the goblins were, I replied, gripping my sword harder.\n\nSuddenly Grugal broke out into laughter, slapping me on the back with his free hand and saying, You are a very brave man to insult my men to my face. What is your name, adventurer?\n\nKrafili, and I assume you are Grugal, right? I said."}
{"id": "9cf4c08e-4807-4178-ae4e-3b9f4b3c5480-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-30T15:20:29.038", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR5iecPhgnmdtPUbk5tLz7zqxXqqtQoFYJ9ZQejEMne3y", "txHash": "0x1e3717fd7e27af101ed0679171b44e3c0bae79f4652c47ab9bb7ef0610a61a54", "createdAtBlock": 15244559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "Krafili, and I assume you are Grugal, right? I said.\n\nYes, I see my name has spread across the land, well, I like your gull. I will let you leave with a warning, but, if you ever step foot in my presence again I will kill you, Grugal said as he raised his dagger towards me.\n\nVery well, I am sorry for the intrusion, I will take my leave now, I said, bowing and turning around to leave.\n\nI felt a sharp stab in my shoulder, he reached around, and pulled out the dagger Grugal had been holding seconds ago.\n\nI unsheathed my sword and turned to face Grugal, sword pointing at his throat.\n\nGrugal smiled, saying, Never trust a goblin, you fool!\n\nA fierce battle broke out, swords clashing in the throne room, sparks filling the air. Night fell over the town as the blades of our two swords began to dull.\n\n\"Did you show them the scar on your shoulder?\" Krafili's wife asks, when she notices him beginning to turn pale while explaining the details of the battle.\n\n\"Oh, of course! Check this out, kids!\" He pulls off his shirt to show everyone the scar of where the dagger entered his shoulder. \n\nHis wife smiles as the color starts to come back to his face and she squeezes his hand a little as a reminder that he's at home, not on the battlefield. \n\n\"Now, back to the battle! Do you have any idea who won?\" he says to the kids.\n\n\"Did the goblin beat you, grandpa?\" the kids ask."}
{"id": "9cf4c08e-4807-4178-ae4e-3b9f4b3c5480-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-30T15:20:29.038", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR5iecPhgnmdtPUbk5tLz7zqxXqqtQoFYJ9ZQejEMne3y", "txHash": "0x1e3717fd7e27af101ed0679171b44e3c0bae79f4652c47ab9bb7ef0610a61a54", "createdAtBlock": 15244559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7243, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Krafili Slayer of Bandits", "text": "\"Did the goblin beat you, grandpa?\" the kids ask.\n\n\"Of course not! After the sun had set, his sword began to fail slowly but surelygoblin steel is very easily broken during battle, if you can get a clean hit on it, they cut like butter.\" Krafil points to the small chip in the sword he initially told them about. \"One clean hit.\"\n\nGrugal was a very fast goblin, and could parry my strong swings with ease. But I had the edge in stamina and as Grugal began to slow, I chose my swings precisely, aiming for one spot on Grugals sword.\n\nI cocked back and with one final swing snapped Grugals sword in two.\n\nGrugal fell to the stone floor and, out of breath, said, Well, adventurer, it seems my time has come. My, oh my, I seem to have chosen the wrong kobold to attack. Krafili, slayer of bandits; your name runs through these towns far and wide. It is an honor to be finally slain by one as great as you, Grugal said as he closed his eyes.\n\nThe end.\" Krafilis says, sitting back.\n\n\"Wait, what happened next?!\" the kids shout.\n\n\"Well, I picked him up off the ground and we shook hands and went our separate ways of course,\" Krafili says as he looks over at his wife and gives a little wink. \n\n\"I wanna learn that cool sword move that breaks other people's swords!\" one of the kids says \"Can you teach us, grandpa?\"\n\n\"Of course I can, let me just grab the wooden swords from storage and I'll teach you all how to properly hold a sword,\" Krafili says excitedly."}
{"id": "926f1612-fbf5-422e-8ad5-f978bacb3051-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:43.569", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZKrE6wSCKerEv2yzZ7URWpPVKzyd3VSp32UkZNKZeN5z", "txHash": "0x52a468ec7b0962fa7b792c6aad954b445e37f0c1d5a3784b845aec93cf35730e", "createdAtBlock": 14124713, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 980, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Finn of the Brambles", "text": "Welcome to my lore,\n\nFinn is well known among these parts as Chad to the witches and fairies. Finns bedding of witches and fairies can only be topped by his consumption of his favorite ale known as the witches brew served at his favorite watering hole known as the forgotten tavern... \n\nIt is a well known secret that Finn has sired over 50% of the wizards witches and fairies in the forgotten runes. He enjoys wetting his whistle from his mug of ale. Some  weaker wizards call him a supremacist in hopes to scare the witches and fairies away but all it does is drive them towards his toxic masculine personality as he is so polarizing the females often willfully fall for his potent personality. \n\nOn any given night at the forgotten tavern you can find Finn in the company of good friends and always a witch or fairy seeking his attention in hopes he will take her hope that evening as his bedmate. It is consensus among the witches that being in his presence for even just a few hours will cause them to ovulate. \n\nEnchanter Finn of the brambles is not only enchanting the ladies the men know him and enjoy his cheer and good nature. On any given day after delivering his \"fruit\" from the brambles to the witches and fairies he will usually wander his way down to the forgotten tavern for some good fun and drink. \n\nSome weaker wizards are jealous and try to find out his secret to his voracious sexual appetite some say he licks the frog skin , some say its the booze , being from the brambles does have its benefits."}
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{"id": "8b5a6261-d39e-4209-abb8-872a5bd9957d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:56.435", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNcR8rwmt4SGu7TEajdcppTBuZPaixb4T32QMPSv3xs7S", "txHash": "0x6ea2f38aceaa43e5418b9cbd3eb611e3038bcb76eaad1b4cf4fd6734432faa00", "createdAtBlock": 14529512, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 22, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRWLjeNKhFcEeRhkrVohUsJDJVG9rT5oiBQgZk1JoofhT", "name": "Taffy the Determined", "text": "# Taffy the Determined meets Caligari of the Marsh\n\n\n\nCaligari trudged through the Frogmaster Marsh towards Goblin Town on a supply runyet again. He needed food, ingredients for a few potions, and could use a drink at the tavern. Hes been making this trip twice a week for what seems like centuries. The mosquitoes were thick, as usual, and he swatted them away subconsciously. The path was wet and overgrown for few passed through these difficult lands.\n\nThree hours each way by foot, on a good day. Each journey gave him that much less time to focus on his rituals, hexes, and gris-gris.\n\nHe finally approached Goblin Town, weary from his travels, and found his way to the Kings Kobold Tavern for a refreshment and a short rest while he regained his strength. The Tavern, a small wooden dwelling, bustled with warmth and revelry. Here and there small, haphazard spells shot off, illuminating corner tables tucked into the back. \n\nSome of these Kobolds may have had a few too many ales. Caligari thought. \n\nAn old acquaintance of his, Sorcerer Idris of the Marsh, sat at an otherwise empty table in the back and Caligari decided to join him. \n\nHullo, Caligari! Ventured Idris. I see youve come from a long journey.\n\nHow can you tell? Caligari asked, a slight vanity obvious in the tone of his voice.\n\nYour robes are stained with marsh waters and you appear to have a small bloodstain.\n\nThe damn mosquitoes! Caligari thought.\n\nThese endless walks will not do. Its time for me to summon a mount. Caligari decided."}
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{"id": "4939ca3d-1d7b-45e8-9b49-aaa91720ae61-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:13.227", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR5NGpjeqLbRNV7NDFaLPkrpiZSSEfwC1KLzW78fAgrtU", "txHash": "0xf51e3e603fb229cd848174ef7037a69c46c3f75d365a7b5c51df5447f601cf62", "createdAtBlock": 14143784, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7158, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Scorch of the Pit", "text": "## In the Pit  \nThey said  \n   \nThere is no life   \n\nNo cheer no warmth with sadness rife\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n## The Pit  \n\nThey said  \n\nIs darkness filled    \n\nWith gloom and blackness full of doom  \n\n&nbsp;  \n\nBut Scorch  \nHe said  \n### Its not to fear  \n\nDarkness isnt so bad  \nThere are ladybugs here  \n&nbsp;\n\n\nDark is the other half of Light  \nWithout which there'd be no night   \n\n&nbsp;\n\n# Darkness is still  \n \n&nbsp;\n\nSafe and calm    \n\n### A place of peace \n\nQuiet and strong\n  \n&nbsp;\n  \nWith flaming skull   \nHe ventures forth  \nTo show the world darkness' worth  \n&nbsp;\n\nLadybug friend and broom in tow  \n### In darkness is where fire glows"}
{"id": "41856401-1e2f-47ec-9103-5df71e0fd73f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:20.674", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYFJnJgp3vw9mayksAiGJtt58rr2qhiM2eEJ2jjsQ23fc", "txHash": "0x03d5f0811a2b9a182ccec36c0214bbf245add7b46bc7f92001efd347abbf3d25", "createdAtBlock": 14735904, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 242, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Clairvoyant Nassif of the Plains", "text": "Few know the story how Nassif meet his companion...\n\nIt all started with a dream, a very vivid one, that would consume the entirety of one's mind, as it was endlessly calling from the within to urge into the unknown, and the unknown was dreadful, perhaps due to the sheer magnitude of the endless void it brought along, as any attempt to comprehend it, would immediately overwhelm and question one's existence. Yet, something comforting lied there, even native.\n\nAs time went on, with daily routines and worries taking it's tall, mind would slowly but steadily heal, as frequency at which Nassif would come back to the memory along with it's crispness had been deteriorating with every visit. It is when, during one of the coldest ever seen winters, Nassif undertook a fairly common quest to help his fellow dream master, collect some plant species that only flourish under the cover of the snow, on the western edge of the Thorn forest, when the snowstorm hit.\n\nNassif was not struck by the Nature's unpredictability, as he would always foresee weather before it unfolded. So he came prepared, with all the necessary gear and supplies, so after taking a rest along the warmth of the campfire he started, on next day he continued his task, and as he got so carried away with his findings, he completely ignored the fact, that due to heavy snowfall, his tracks would get covered and didn't actively calibrate his whereabouts and bearings as he was steadily venturing into the depths of the forest, and in depths you see little sky...\n\nWith limited access to the sky due to forest thick leaves cover and constant cloudiness, he couldn't calibrate correct direction, he was utterly lost.. \n\nSeemed like a pretty dire situation of endless roaming thru the unknown territory and steadily running out of supplies."}
{"id": "41856401-1e2f-47ec-9103-5df71e0fd73f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:20.674", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYFJnJgp3vw9mayksAiGJtt58rr2qhiM2eEJ2jjsQ23fc", "txHash": "0x03d5f0811a2b9a182ccec36c0214bbf245add7b46bc7f92001efd347abbf3d25", "createdAtBlock": 14735904, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 242, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Clairvoyant Nassif of the Plains", "text": "As he ate thru his provision and limited resources that he could scavenge during the winter earth's offerings, energy and warmth would continue to drain him, it's when the vividness of the dream came to be. This time it was not scary, nor felt threatening, in contrary it warmed his heart and as if under the spell drove him to fearfully venture further and further into the unknowns.\n\nInterchanging light jog, crawling thru the snow from tree to tree and pity attempts of running, he suddenly found himself lying the mud, and it was warm, there was no snow cover, as if something burned from the underneath it.\n\nHe raised his head and saw the burning ponds...\n\nTo be continued..."}
{"id": "26f65212-4e9d-4b7d-bdf9-05723f6d1695-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:26.466", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYAn56jEjtMTxXukV9suJM1BkAAoHZE82YK5fXPrCHRJU", "txHash": "0x83da4d8dd212f4da667d158bd570e5e9a5c99e59bcb2dbd47b103f09ebdbf197", "createdAtBlock": 14118857, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3274, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wraith Devout Azazel of the Royal Wretch", "text": "Psst.  What's a jester without a good joke?\n\nHint - a dead jester.\n\nC'mon now, I wasn't that bad of a jester.  Maybe I shouldn't have used the whoopie cushion during the Princess' special time of the month at the Wizard Fair, but c'mon, that was even MORE funny.\n\nA pirate by trade, before I became an entertainer, I specialized in pirate jokes.\n\nHere is a transcript of my final performance - \n\n\"What has eight arms and eight legs?\"\n\n\"...Eight pirates!!!\"\n\nYARRRARRR!!!\n\nI mean with material like that, why am I dead???  OK OK, so one bad joke alone shouldn't lead to forced self immolation, so I was granted another by Scorch, the Gracious King of Tartarus!\n\n\"How much does a pirate pay for piercings?\"\n(too long a pause..)\n\n\"A buck an ear. Get it? A buccaneer!\"\n\nKing Scorch sent me to the Sacred Flame immediately after that GEM.  Maybe he just didn't understand pirate humor.\n\nSo far, my career has been on the upswing.  The undead seem have a much better sense of humor.\n\nAlthough.. maybe its just they can't kill me.\n\nWait, I am gonna write that one down.."}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "# Cooking with !magic\nAn on-chain cookbook inspired by the culinary *Brains* of Masika of the Forest\n\n-----------------------\n\n\n## Introduction:\n\n\nYou must be careful, because in the Runiverse instead of flipping burgers, a burger might flip you.\n\nPoor Masika unfortunately fell victim to this very spell and has payed the ultimate price.\n\nShe leaves behind her cookbook which contains recipes collected from Wizards and Warriors alike throughout her lifetime.\n\nFind everything from delicious cakes baked with Pilk all the way to a Forgotten Soul's twist on the popular Wizard's Cannabis Potion.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n#1 \n\n\n# Sage Cybele's Sweet Blueberry & Lemon Crumbcake\n\n\n\n @wizard8352\n\n\n\n##  Maskia's Journal Log:\n\n\n\nMasika knew Cybele better than anyone, as she was the first 'real friend' Cybele had ever had.\n\nBeing from the Forest, Masika stumbled onto Cybele's encampment deep in the wood whilst hunting.\n\nCybele was fascinated with the differences between Masika & her own families beliefs & they instantly became close as Maskika helped Cybele leave behind her High Class Lifestyle & threatening father.\n\nMagic wasn't the only power Cybele discovered within herself after escaping her family. Some say if you make this cake it will never be as delicious as Cybele's because she must have cast a spell on it!\n\nThis recipe contains ingredients extracted from places all over the known Runiverse, as Cybele was quite the traveler.\n\n\n\n---------------\n\n\n# Tools:\n\n* Pestle & mortar\n* Cake Tin\n* Mixing Utensil\n* Knife\n\n\n-----------------\n\n\n# The Fixings:\n\n\n\n## For the streusel:"}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "-----------------\n\n\n# The Fixings:\n\n\n\n## For the streusel:\n\n* 1/4 cup granulated sugar from the finest Red Wizard Sugarcane gardens\n* 1/3 cup light brown sugar\n* 1 teaspoon cinnamon, ground\n* 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg harvested in Hedge Wizard's Wood\n* 1 stick unsalted butter, melted\n*  1 & 1/3 cups flour\n\n\n# \n## For the Cake:\n\n\n* 6 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature\n* 3/4 cup sugar\n* 2 extra-large Cockatrice eggs, at room temperature\n* 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extracted from the Vanilla Beans Fields grown west of Hue Master's Pass\n* 1/2 teaspoon grated lemon zest\n* 2/3 cup sour cream (or Pilk!)\n* 1 1/4 cups flour\n* 1 teaspoon baking powder\n* 1/4 teaspoon baking soda\n* 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, extracted straight from 'The Brine'\n* 1 cup fresh blueberries (Best picked just East of The Fey)\n* Confectioners' sugar for sprinkling\n\n\n\n# The Process:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n## For the streusel:\n\n* Use your Pestle & mortar to grind down your sugar & spices.\n\n* Combine the granulated sugar, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg in your mixing bowl. Stir in the melted butter and then the flour. Mix well and set aside.\n\n\n## For the cake:\n\n* Prepare a fire or preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. \n* Butter and flour a 9-inch round cake tin."}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "* Cream the butter and sugar in your mixing bowl with a spoon or paddle on high speed for 4 to 5 minutes, until light. \n* Reduce your mixing speed to low and add the Cockatrice eggs 1 at a time, then add the Red Wizard's Vanilla, lemon zest, and sour cream (or Pilk!). \n* In a separate bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. \n* Continue to slowly mix while you add the flour mixture to the batter until just combined.\n*  Fold in the blueberries and stir with a paddle to be sure the batter is completely mixed. \n* Spoon the batter into the prepared cake tin and spread it out with a knife. \n* With your fingers, crumble the topping evenly over the batter. Bake for 40 to 50 minutes, Cool completely and serve sprinkled with confectioners' sugar.\n* Enjoy!\n\n-----------------\n#2\n\n\n# Juno's Jalapeo Cheddar Twist Bread\n\n\n\n@warrior3571\n\n\n## Masika's Journal Log:\n\n\n\"Avast ye!\" Masika heard as she curiously stumbled onto the docks east of Lenora's Lighthouse.\n\n\"Huh?\" Masika exclaimed as she had never heard such language before!\n\n\"You there, the one with all the food!\" - Juno said a little louder than before\n\nTaken aback, Masika looked Juno's way as she approached her cart.\n\nMasika had never been this far East of the Forrest before and had never encountered such a warrior like this. So she was a bit worried of what this encounter would entail.\n\n\"I am Juno, Exterminator of Sharks!\" Juno announced even louder again as she stepped up into Masika's view wielding a white longsword.\n\nMasika: \"Hi, nice to mee...\"\n\nJuno: \"Shiver me Timbers! What is all of this stuff\""}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "Juno: \"Shiver me Timbers! What is all of this stuff\"\n\nJuno looked shocked as she examined all the tasty looking vegetables on Masika's Cart. She quickly pointed to a small bundle of Jalapeo Peppers that Masika harvested all the way back in the Forrest, miles and miles away.\n\n\"I have never seen such food!\" Juno said as she pointed her longsword to the tip of Masika's chin. Juno quickly grabbed a jalapeo pepper & stuffed it in her mouth and immediately her eyes light up!\n\nMasika nervously stared into Juno's eyes, unable to tell if she was about to get robbed for everything she had.\n\n\"Wait till the scallywags back on the deck get a taste of these!\"\n\nMasika glances around the dock & there is not another soul in sight.\n\nJuno then slowly brings her sword down and places it in front of Masika's chest. \"Follow me\" Juno exclaimed, chuckling to herself.\n\nMasika, still blatantly shocked by this occurrence nervously followed Juno back towards a large ship docked by the lighthouse.\n\nOnce on board, Juno led Masika down below deck to the Galley. It reeked of fish and shrimp and the Chef looked disheveled and even potentially a bit drunk.\n\n\"Ah look, Chef Silver Tongue is 3 sheets to the wind again! Go get this buccaneer some air above deck, I've got a new one\"\n\nMasika's mind was racing, now realizing what her new fate might be.\n\nShe hears a horn bellowing from above deck as the floor beneath her starts to shake. The ship had started to move off of the dock!"}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "Masika was now a prisoner & was thrown in a small cell adjacent to the ship's Galley where she would be forced to prepare meals. The jailor's name was Jack, another disheveled drunk. Jack would force Masika to make his food before any of the other shipmates got their fair share. She was not even allowed to leave the Galley of the ship, where she was chained. Also, Being unfamiliar with cooking fish, Masika struggled to prepare food that the crew was satisfied with.\n\n\nThings were not looking good for poor Masika until she remembered how much Juno seemed to have loved all of her exotic fruits and vegetables which she brought all the way West from the Forrest. An idea sparked in her head.\n\nThe next evening, Masika got to work in the Galley - Making the standard meal of White Fish & dried plants. But today, Masika also decided to make a loaf of her famous Jalapeo Twist Bread, but with a little *EXTRA TWIST*.\n\nMasika went over to what little reaming food she had left from her cart and collected ALL the jalapeo peppers, chopped them up seeds & all and added them to her loaf.\n\nRight on time Jack the Jailor drunkenly stumbled into the Galley ready to take his meal before the rest of the crew. Jack appeared to be even more inebriated than usual.\n\n\"Perfect\" muttered Masika to herself under her breath. This was her chance.\n\nJack sloppily grabbed the Jalapeo loaf from the table and began devouring it.\n\nNot a minute later, Jack's head was on fire. He had never witnessed or tasted anything with such spice! Jack ran to the barrel's of ale and started to pry one open in a hurry to relieve himself."}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "Masika took her opportunity and tripped Jack as he stumbled to the barrels of ale to relieve the pain from the Jalapeo Spice. Jack's knife fell from his waist & Masika was able to snatch it up & drive the blade into Jacks right thigh.\n\nAt this point Jack was screaming with pain and Masika knew what she had to do. She picked up the knife again in her dominate hand and pierced the pirate's heart. Blood flowed across the Galley Floor.\n\nWith haste, Masika furiously searched through Jack's gear to find the key to release herself, after a few seconds she found the key and ran to the peephole at the door. No one in sight.\n\nThe Galley was located on the other side of the ship from where the crew was waiting for Jack to bring up their food.\n\nCarefully, Masika opened the door to the Galley and creeped outside. The air was moist and the wind howled overhead, the ship was still out at sea. Realizing there was no escape, Masika started to panic. She had killed the jailor and knew that soon enough she would be found out.\n\nIn a hurry, Masika started to scurry back to the Galley. As she approached the door opened, blood flowing out into the Hallway. There stood Juno, with a smirk across her face. In one hand she held her longsword & in the other a piece of the Jalapeo Cheddar Twist Bread(?)\n\nMasika, lost for words, just stood there in shock.\n\n\"This is unbelievable!\" exclaimed Juno. \"I've never had anything like it!\"\n\nOnce again Juno's remarks shocked Masika. Juno slowly approached her and said \"if you tone down the spice a little bit on these bad boys, I think you're really onto something!\"\n\nMasika: \"Wha... But..\""}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "Masika: \"Wha... But..\"\n\nJuno: \"Oh, don't worry about Jack, that ole landlubber! He'll be good shark-bait anyways... You just got a promotion!\"\n\nMasika had no idea what to make of this situation, but with still no escape in sight she reluctantly agreed.\n\nFrom then on, Masika was no longer kept prisoner of the ship but instead became Juno's right hand. She taught Juno how to cook with ingredients from all around the Runiverse as they traveled the Brine together. Slowly, the two became friends and laughed at their first few encounters together. \n\nMasika spent about 10 months on the sea with Juno & she does not soon forget the many memories they shared together during that time.\n\n\n\n\n---------------------- \n\n# Tools:\n\n\n* Pestle & Mortar\n* Cake Tin\n* Hunting Knife\n* Mixing Bowl\n* Mixing Utensil\n\n-------------------------\n\n# The Fixings:\n\n\n* 2 and 1/4 teaspoons Yeast (1 standard packet)\n* 3 Tablespoons granulated sugar\n* 3/4 cup whole Pilk\n* 1/4 cup unsalted butter, room temperature\n* 2 large Cockatrice eggs\n* 3 and 1/2 cups flour, plus more as needed\n* 1 teaspoon salt from the 'Brine'\n* 5-10 Jalapeo Peppers, depending on you spice tolerance\n* 2 cups Cheddar Cheese\n\n\n# The Process:\n\n\n\n## Make the dough:"}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "# The Process:\n\n\n\n## Make the dough: \n\n* Place the yeast and sugar in the bowl\n* Heat the Pilk over the fire until warm to the touch \n* Pour warm Pilk on top of yeast/sugar. \n* Whisk gently to combine, then loosely cover with a towel and allow to sit for 5-10 minutes. The mixture will be frothy after 5-10 minutes.\n* Add the butter, egg, flour, and salt. Mix slowly for 4 minutes. Dough will be soft. Transfer it to a lightly floured surface. Knead it for about 1 minute. If the dough is too sticky to handle, add 1-2 more Tablespoons of your flour, but you want a very soft dough.\n* Shape dough into a ball.\n* Place the dough in a greased bowl and cover\n* Place in a slightly warm environment to rise until doubled in size, about 90 minutes\n* Grease a 9-inch cake tin. \n* Turn the risen dough out onto a lightly floured work surface, punch it down to release the air.\n\n\n\n## Shape the twist:"}
{"id": "82c0932d-b292-45f7-a61d-2ee1dcb8dbbf-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T16:57:46.209", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme2ZEfjEZMcPA56NqiNUAwXWtrxqjrucnVcSZxMgCnYi9", "txHash": "0x515a6b662227db9f28f9c7c3a6a9458c05544493ad303ad448789bd5ee287be7", "createdAtBlock": 15187429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8312, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRxExztt2HYELFUyjQhwyAXErCuG3DVsSZrhf6N9vjSJz", "name": "Masika of the Forest", "text": "## Shape the twist: \n\n* Using a rolling pin, roll into a 1216 inch rectangle. \n* Spread Cheddar Cheese evenly on top. Dot randomly with sliced Jalapeos. \n* Tightly roll up the dough to form a 16-inch long log. Place the log on its seam. \n* Using a sharp knife, cut the log in half lengthwise. I find a serrated hunting knife works best. Criss-cross one half on top of the other half forming an X. Twist the two together then coil into a circle. \n* Carefully transfer to prepared cake tin.\n* Now, top your twist with more Cheddar Cheese & Sliced Jalapeo Peppers\n* Cover the twist with a wrap, then allow to rise once again in a slightly warm environment until puffy, about 45 minutes.\n* Start up a fire or preheat oven to 350F.\n* Bake until golden brown, about 40-45 minutes. \n* Remove from the oven and allow to cool for about 5 minutes. \n* Slice and serve. \n* Enjoy!"}
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{"id": "7752d7cf-bfa2-4488-af2a-b2dc7152c84c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:55.626", "backgroundColor": "#0a2b18", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSUqAi6EN9aZGSSVm9fD6e3NkgHVyV4MzqxYAHMkocYWn", "txHash": "0x85ad0742e547304510131f51f2511658d274107dcf661c02211c97c604ff3835", "createdAtBlock": 14122074, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4375, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Orpheus of the Forest", "text": "> **Eldanyr: Druid Orpheus of the Forest**\n> *by OG PICKLE*\n\nBorn into a loving, but broken home, Orpheus was known as a \"Savagekin,\" the most primal of Druids - possessing both Elven and Druid blood.  \n\nOrpheus spent most of his early days in the shared the custody of his mother, Eruraina, a prominent Elven healer, and and his father, Ffarwel, a beloved Druid and Celtic business man.\n\nFrom an early age, the elders realized Orpheus was different than the others around him. He possessed superior skills, he questioned traditional Druid beliefs and teachings, and he had visions of a world far beyond the edge of the forest. Unsure of what to do, Orpheus was brought to Emrys for guidance. \n\nEmrys, also known as the druid, Merlin, believed that Orpheus was capable of achieving much more than the guild could offer. It was agreed that Orpheus was to leave the Forest's edge, seek out these \"visions\", and discover what these other worlds could offer. For Merlin, this was a means of new enlightenment, which could be used to protect and grow the Forest Guild. \n\nOrpheus is in year 32 of his journey. He is now a grown man. \n\nHe is methodical, he is educated, he is charming, and he is kind. Orpheus has mastered the arts of summoning, healing, nature magic, and shapeshifting - utilizing these abilities on quests and journeys.   \n\nHe is wed to a Danann Female named riu, and they bear two children, Eruwaedhiel and Andaer. His soul continues to seek higher-knowledge and to accomplish new experience \n\nHe has not returned to the Forest."}
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{"id": "c4712a3d-afc5-493f-a2a0-28e364f3a2d8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T18:04:38.639", "backgroundColor": "#a991ae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWnPXHigednEgd5jRJiyEor4L84WER1SYVWqbsyn87PRW", "txHash": "0x06e5d65f6bb936c91246a6de734eb5532f60442f47126e8902f114246e1cf563", "createdAtBlock": 15180997, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 81, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Typhon the Quick", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n## Typhon the Quick\n\n \n**Once upon a time, in a land so far away  \nWas a beautiful wizard, her name was Emmaleigh  \nThe kindest spirit the realm had ever seen  \nNo matter how you treated her, she was never mean    \n\nAlways kind and caring, that's just who she was  \nNever the wizard to come and kill your buzz  \nUntil one day, she had strayed just too far  \nAnd got caught up in a curse that was really bizarre    \n\n\n\nShe was collecting what was needed, out in the Fey  \nTotally unprepared for the what would happen that day  \nA long list of chores she just had to do  \nbut soon some evil magic would make it's debut  \n\n\n\nThe grave of an old witch, it bore no name  \nBut Emmaleigh stopped and prayed, just the same  \nShe cared for all the things, dead or alive  \nBut what would come next, she'd barely survive  \n\n\n\nAn explosion of darkness clashed with her light  \nAnd what ensued would be a spiritual fight  \nwith a magic that was older than life itself  \na force incomprehensible, more powerful than Elf  \n\n\n\nIn the end, she was no match for the dead  \nAnd the darkness finally took over her head  \nWithin moments, nothing would be the same  \nAll would be effected by this tumulus change  \n\n\n\nHooves for hands, and mane for hair   \nSurely this just had to be a nightmare  \nBut no matter how she wished, she couldn't change back  \nShe had been the victim of the witch's last attack  \n\n\nStuck in this form, she was destined to roam  \nWandering the realm looking for home  \nWould she ever be free from this terrible curse  \nOr imprisoned as a pony, forever, in the Runiverse**"}
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{"id": "d9507358-af90-4e5d-a326-5f7d291dc7ab-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T18:18:18.786", "backgroundColor": "#b3f192", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNPwH6mhJhgQVuRk5497LDdyerFD1SEpChcwxKgdVMncX", "txHash": "0x22da3fff38565c1e558e12c724579441e46c5889b15b3f18acd645fef8c92a11", "createdAtBlock": 15181049, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2763, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nibbs Danger of the Realm", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n\n# Nibbs Danger of the Realm\n\n\nNibbs and his husband, Wulang, were fierce dragonslayers in the realm that they are from. Famous for their exploits and for keeping their world safe, the two often adventured together, spreading love and safety to all.\n\nWell...until they met a dragon they couldn't take on. The legendary Black Dragon Eldu.\n\nEldu was not of this realm or time, and where it was from, no one could be sure. What they did know was that the dragon was cunning, brutal and ruthless. Eldu had Nibbs and Wulang's daughter kidnapped to lure them to his lair.\n\nOnce there, Eldu took off through a fiery red portal, leaving the two warriors behind without their beloved child. Without a second thought, Nibbs went charging after.\n\n\"Nibbs, you know what happens if you step through that portal!!\" Dennz shouted after Nibbs as headed to the big, fiery portal.\n\n\"Yeah, I know. I can't come back...but what's the point of coming back if there's nothing to come back to?\" Nibbs said as he steeled himself for the upcoming journey.\n\nPulling his helmet down over his head, brandishing his pike and shield, Nibbs steals one last glance at his husband, and sprints into the portal, not knowing what to expect from the other side.\n\nA bright flash of light, and he was gone. Once in the portal, it was as if time had sped up, but he couldn't move. The world around him was flying by at ludicrous speed.\n\nAt the same time, his life had flashed before his eyes, reminding him of every important aspect of the life that he willingly (but unwantingly) left behind.\n\nAnd just like that...it was over."}
{"id": "d9507358-af90-4e5d-a326-5f7d291dc7ab-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T18:18:18.786", "backgroundColor": "#b3f192", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNPwH6mhJhgQVuRk5497LDdyerFD1SEpChcwxKgdVMncX", "txHash": "0x22da3fff38565c1e558e12c724579441e46c5889b15b3f18acd645fef8c92a11", "createdAtBlock": 15181049, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2763, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nibbs Danger of the Realm", "text": "And just like that...it was over.\n\nNibbs was no longer standing in the basement of that old, musty tower in Riean. No, he had traveled to an entirely different plane of existence. He actually made it to the Runiverse!\n\n\"Ok Nibbs, this is no time to celebrate. We must find them before it's too late...\" Nibbs mumbled to himself as he did a quick inventory of his equipment. \n\nOh good, he thought. It was all still here, and now he had no choice but to move forward and meet his fate.\n\nNibbs knew very little about the Runiverse, except what he had heard in children's tales and stories from drunks at taverns.\n\nHe wasn't prepared for the world to be lush and diverse as it was. Plants he had never seen sprouted in colors he had never even seen before. Animals and insects of all shapes and sizes bustled about.\n\nHe was standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow, untouched by civilization, except for the small burnt patch of grass from where the portal had opened.\n\nUnsure where to go now, he hefted his pike, and headed in what seemed like a good direction. He walked for what seemed like hours. He was certain he was lost as no matter how far he walked, he was still in the same meadow.\n\nEveryone now and again, he'd change up his direction, or the speed of his pace, but ultimately, it didn't seem to make much difference. \n\nPerhaps the meadow is magical, thought the burly furgnome, as he pondered his next steps.\n\nWhile gazing into whatever world Nibbs was daydreaming in, a small jaguar cub came running out of the distance. It was injured, and hobbling, but was coming straight for Nibbs."}
{"id": "d9507358-af90-4e5d-a326-5f7d291dc7ab-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T18:18:18.786", "backgroundColor": "#b3f192", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNPwH6mhJhgQVuRk5497LDdyerFD1SEpChcwxKgdVMncX", "txHash": "0x22da3fff38565c1e558e12c724579441e46c5889b15b3f18acd645fef8c92a11", "createdAtBlock": 15181049, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2763, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nibbs Danger of the Realm", "text": "Within a moment, it was clear to see why. A large beast, a cross between a horse and a spider, came tearing out of the horizon behind it. The little cub skidded to a stop behind Nibbs, cowering.\n\nAnd though he only had a brief moment to process, Nibbs quickly sprung into action. Lifting his pike high above his head, he spoke his love prayer in his native language, and rushed the spider horse.\n\n(See, it's important to note here that Nibb's pike was a little magical after having slain so many dragons. When powered by his love prayer, the pike would slice through anything with ease.)\n\nWithin moments, the spider horse was just a pile of gore. Everything was covered in blood and guts, but Nibbs managed to save himself and the little cub. From this moment on, the two would be fast friends.\n\nHe was able to doctor up the jaguar cub, and within a few moments,  Nibbs and his new friend took back off into the world, hoping to curb the menace that was Eldu before he ended yet another world.\n\nThe jaguar cub was his key out of the magic meadow, and soon the two would be traveling from village to village looking for information about the deadly dragon..."}
{"id": "e2c66338-8542-470e-b68e-0516b4058b83-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-20T18:21:31.02", "backgroundColor": "#e8e3e3", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUHjfRdTc6TaDrVmgYQtpGHw6kQW3V3iWNnBn246kXXhw", "txHash": "0x14584f07a0b7f95c1dac4b809f73b5fae000458441595f1765326e0b64c89187", "createdAtBlock": 15181074, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5224, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ethereal Spectre Adium of Dread Tower", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n\nEthereal Spectre Adium of Dread Tower\n\n\nAdium had been quite an ordinary fellow in life. A simple artificer who spent his days high in the mountaintops, living in his quaint little cottage with his quaint little wife.\n\nWhile Adium was able to earn a living through his inventions and creations, what really drove him was the love he had for his wife. \n\nThey had met when they were both children, their parents having adventured together once upon a time. They both grew up in a stable, loving environment, and quickly realized they were each other's soulmates.\n\nIt did not take long for the two to fall in love, get married, and move into their own little place. His wife, Nostali, had always loved birdwatching in the mountains, so that's exactly where Adium would build their cottage.\n\nAnd so the two lived a very happy, drama-free life together. Each day was better than the last, he'd often tell her, as they'd sit together in front of the fireplace, recounting their chores from the day before.\n\nIt was a peaceful bliss, but it could only last so long. One fateful day, Adium had taken off down to the village at the foot of the mountain to go sell some of his enchanted farm equipment.\n\nHe returned home that day with a sack full of gold, but a broken heart. His cottage, and everything inside had been ransacked and burned down. He could only assume this was a goblin raid due to the fact that there were a few goblins huddling around the burning embers, eating what could have only been his wife.\n\nIn a fit of rage that he'd never experienced before, Adium harnessed the full power of his latent magics, and laid quick waste to the goblins, and everything else within a 2-kilometer radius."}
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{"id": "485a4df7-4b6e-4f94-9155-0b4d0d1e5cb8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:19.121", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT9dkBv3MTxtfk8EzY6kzWUDAPPpR16j717PAQ5NMKXXH", "txHash": "0x72ab62470ff7ac61eb0bba9bbd4396b22b2990082ad03e7e0c2930897709b9aa", "createdAtBlock": 14734567, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5004, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Alchemist Jahid of the Marsh", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "42bbd318-9bc5-4996-a3b5-9cb5a6418212-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:02.551", "backgroundColor": "#155f28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdWVRiHuxURqKtyYWQdwKLJtgRfTEGA1oY3drM9nHcazm", "txHash": "0x40d849c5be209e5a88c848ae0a5a04e5e3f365ad2c2bebecf216312e683e24c7", "createdAtBlock": 14137825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2584, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Gunthor of the Capital", "text": "# (Battle Mage) *Gunthor the Green* (of the Capital)\n\n\"I like green.\", those were the words of Gunthor when asked by the arcane instructor what he wanted for his familiar. \n\n\"Very well, here. Take this slime. Now, for your wand...\"\n\n\"I like green.\" \n\n\"Well, unfortunately, our wands are real wood. Unless you want the plastic garbage that the regular folks use for everything. But you don't want that. So, here's a nice mapl-\"\n\n\"I like green. What about this mushroom?\", said Gunthor, taking off his hat to reveal an oversized mushroom beneath. \"I've been keeping it here for months. It's gotta be imbued with magic at this point.\"\n\n\"Uhhh, wha -- never mind. Look, you're a Battle Mage, Gunthor. Well, supposed to be at any rate -- what are you going to do with a mushroo--\",\n\n\"*Magic* Mushroom\", Gunthor interrupted. \"Well, probably magic. And I don't really know. Mushroom things. What am I going to do with a slime? You're still giving me one of those.\"\n\nThe arcane instructor sighed, \"Okay, you know what. You don't need a wand. Most of the other Wizards don't use a wand anyway, for whatever reason. The mushroom is a bit of a stretch, but, you like green so have at it.\"\n\n\"I do like green.\", Gunthor nodded in agreement, now holding his mushroom triumphantly. \n\n\"Great. Just...try not to battle with anything big. Or armed. Or armoured. Or magical. Or scary. Actually, just try not to battle at all, waving a mushroom around like that. A corpse would probably give you trouble.\"\n\n\"Nah. Mushrooms love corpses. Where do you think I found it?\""}
{"id": "42bbd318-9bc5-4996-a3b5-9cb5a6418212-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:02.551", "backgroundColor": "#155f28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdWVRiHuxURqKtyYWQdwKLJtgRfTEGA1oY3drM9nHcazm", "txHash": "0x40d849c5be209e5a88c848ae0a5a04e5e3f365ad2c2bebecf216312e683e24c7", "createdAtBlock": 14137825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2584, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Gunthor of the Capital", "text": "\"Nah. Mushrooms love corpses. Where do you think I found it?\"\n\n\"...Right. Okay, well, we're done here. You were born in December, so you get a Mercury rune. Or something, I've never really bothered to learn astrology - it got dropped from the curriculum for a reason. Mortal Magic, we call it. Anyway -- Doesn't fit in with your aesthetic 100%, but that will be part of the charm I suppose.\"\n\n\"Can it be green?\"\n\n\"No - runes are runes. They're not coloured. Life can't all be green, Gunthor. Just look at your hat.\"\n\n\"That's a good point\", said Gunthor, reaching towards the wall of familiars where his slime still sat, and plucked a feather from one of the Jewled *(sic)* Hummingbirds and stuck it into his hat. \"There. Now it's sort of green.\" Gunthor said cheerfully. \"Besides, if it was green it wouldn't match the beard. And you don't want to see me without a beard.\" \n\n\"Oh, wait a minute\", Gunthor continued, \"Can I just take this hummingbird, rather than the slime? Might be more useful. Less squishy. And it can fly.\" \n\n\"No. Sorry. They're all spoken for, and they're expensive. Also, the hummingbird absolutely does not want to go with you after the maneuver you just pulled\" the instructor scoffed, pointing to the bird which was simultaneously looking mournfully at its feather, now perched atop Gunthor's hat, and resentfully at the rest of him."}
{"id": "42bbd318-9bc5-4996-a3b5-9cb5a6418212-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:02.551", "backgroundColor": "#155f28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdWVRiHuxURqKtyYWQdwKLJtgRfTEGA1oY3drM9nHcazm", "txHash": "0x40d849c5be209e5a88c848ae0a5a04e5e3f365ad2c2bebecf216312e683e24c7", "createdAtBlock": 14137825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2584, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Gunthor of the Capital", "text": "\"Alright, your loss, bird. I'm going to go do mushroom things. Green mushroom things. And my slime, uh, Gary, will come too\" The slime, now called Gary (the Green), jumped down from the familiar shelf, looking as happy as a slime can look. Gunthor turned to move toward the door, but not before flourishing his cape over his face like something out of a Zoro movie. The move was not as cool as Gunthor thought it was, evidenced by the chuckles of pure cringe emanating from the rest of his class. Gunthor paid them no heed. \n\n\"It's been a slice\", Gunthor smirked, \"...of key lime pie.\" The chuckles turned to groans. \n\nAnd with that, Gunthor the mushroom-wielding Battle Mage ventured out into the Capital in search of greener pastures."}
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{"id": "e7c5c9dd-08e2-4580-8257-8e9de69cb47e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:03.291", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRJ74R4M8EMQNMMeNdPLUmSmbNzK4pHvj9eUoTcwVZbf4", "txHash": "0xb726d24cd9baf01769eb88c3e558ab329a930af0d816182032f0b3cb077f1ae1", "createdAtBlock": 14138246, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVcNUWpKsL5nmMQ2pzUgPiG7THTk3W4GPvvGkBwgRna2b", "name": "Magus Koop of El Dorado", "text": "# Magus Koop of El Dorado\n\n## Entry Two:  The Orb Staff\n\nIn his twenty-third year, Koop often found himself running the family store alone. He enjoyed visits from local wizards and witches and began to trade for spell scrolls and other magical trinkets. One day a *Stranger* came seeking onyx powder, a peculiar reagent used primarily for necromancy. \n\n\"Hail traveler!\" Koop greeted the man warmly. Without a word **The Stranger** removed a staff wrapped in cloth from his back and placed it on the table. He fished a purchase order from his pocket and extended it to Koop. \"Oh! onyx powder? A most interesting request. I will fetch it right away.\" The Anuran set about filling a leather pouch with the coarse black powder. With his order filled, the man removes the covering from his staff and hands it to Koop. It was a sturdy thing, with a great blue orb at its head, he could feel the power radiating from it. \"Tis a fair trade. You have a deal sir.\" **The Stranger** departed in silence, his task fulfilled. \n\n\"Tell Master Krick that the boy has accepted the staff.\""}
{"id": "5eb6fa20-6bda-4061-a261-b760c508b472-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:05.907", "backgroundColor": "#240e3e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfG3eooEcxbbB8XhtSKx4d5dGgLsQsRUTvqLUTRAc2mep", "txHash": "0x6edf791b4124ea9486b71ce1f6fa397f01225a9e4c3181b0ac84344d21ee7c02", "createdAtBlock": 14132854, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6063, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Brutus of the Pit", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Brutus of the Pit\n\n**Prologue**\n\n_In a dark space of the high-tier reality, a Controller scrutinized the Life of Wizards searching for signs. \nAnd there he found the young Mage, and observed his Life._\n\n_The Controller admitted the boy had raw potential in his plane of existence and he was naturally connected to the forces of Magic. Yet he was not in control, he was still a victim of the chaotic turbulence of magical Will in the Great Game._\n\n_He decided he would guide him on the Path of the Truth and give him the chance to become his Champion._\n\n**Act 1: The calm before the storm**\n\n_One_exhales_Two_exhales_Three_exhalesthe breathing routine always induced a warm and calming effect on Brutus. \n\nHe could sense the Magic energy in his body flowing ordinately back to the accumulation points.\n\nThis time he had pushed his limits too far and returning to a normal state was taking its toll on his mind.\n\nSince his childhood he had learned on his own how to tame the magical forces flowing through him. He had to compromise with them to lead a normal life. \nLeft without control, the forces could flow freely through his body and to the external world, with a killing intent for any life around him, including his own. \nThe more he let them prevail on his Will, the higher his power and his chances of survival in any situation would be. But this came at the price of losing control of his very human nature while letting Magic act its will, with no memory of what happened.\n\nBecause of his nature, he was prevented to complete the strict and rigorous training of the School of Arcane Arts and was forced to drop out. \nRejected from the magical elite, the Army of the Realm welcomed him in the military ranks and trained him to employ his raw magical skills in combat."}
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{"id": "2b0efd10-5164-4bd4-aa4d-699836e78a99-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-03T01:19:14.358", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcE2WRJCrMV8h6FgfcqLkcAanX1AJXyxWqLWaD2Aka4v5", "txHash": "0xad9939c4e09dc360712c3dc801f884c4b0a5a298e482442372349b889cc1dc99", "createdAtBlock": 15266541, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7088, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVUZjeUPPh9nJDgmEYW7kEG2N1WgkyUAskCD821tENB3z", "name": "Wraith Knight Bayard of the Worms", "text": "# ARCANE ENFORCEMENT AGENCY\n# CRIMINAL RECORD\n#\n### NAME\n#\nArch Gravelord Bayard of the Worms\n#\n### PHOTO NO.\n#\n7088\n#\n\n#\n### KNOWN ALIASES\n#\nLeft Hand of the Heretic, Wraith Knight Bayard\n#\n### CRIME(S)\n#\nOmnicide, Necromancy, Sacrilege\n#\n### KNOWN ACCOMPLICES\n#\nSorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star (AKA \"The Heretic\")"}
{"id": "2b0efd10-5164-4bd4-aa4d-699836e78a99-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-03T01:19:14.358", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcE2WRJCrMV8h6FgfcqLkcAanX1AJXyxWqLWaD2Aka4v5", "txHash": "0xad9939c4e09dc360712c3dc801f884c4b0a5a298e482442372349b889cc1dc99", "createdAtBlock": 15266541, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7088, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVUZjeUPPh9nJDgmEYW7kEG2N1WgkyUAskCD821tENB3z", "name": "Wraith Knight Bayard of the Worms", "text": "### BACKGROUND\n#\nBayard was a gifted student at the Arcanum of the Sacred Pillars, the prestigious academy known for their renowned alumni and aristocratic blue uniforms. Though brilliant in the summoning arts, his academic disciplinary record demonstrated that he persistently sought power through nefarious means. In his fourth year, Bayard was summoned before the Arcanum Grandmasters to answer for accusations of performing necromancya circle of magic that was expressly forbidden. He was deemed unfit to continue his studies and was expelled, which led to the occurrence of the event known as the Acheron Soul incident. Bayard's notoriety as an accomplished necromancer caught the attention of The Heretic who recruited him to serve as a Wraith Knight during his imperial campaign across the Runiverse. At the height of the campaign, Bayard was appointed Left Hand of the Heretic and Arch Gravelord to command the newly formed Grave Legion (AKA \"The Worms\"). Grave Legion was comprised of some of the most talented and inventive necromancers of the era. Bayard himself was a grandmaster of the necromantic arts which earned him second-in-command of the heretic's forces. The Arch Gravelord was an intelligent and ruthless commander. Several disturbing artifacts have been found which confirm the rumors that following the defeat of notable enemies, Bayard would transmute their souls into inanimate objects, so they would remain sentient yet tragically restricted. Though most historians regard the black arts, including necromancy, as a debasement and perversion of magic, it is indisputable that the magical acts committed by Bayard and his Worms pushed the boundaries of magic to limits never before conceived possible at the time.\n#\nExcerpt from a journal found following the fall of The Heretic's forces:"}
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{"id": "fef0c8c8-e67d-4a2b-98db-63a1842f38ae-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.745", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkRvJNNhVYgf8dGcRuhYxWBthkqroh5fH5mDs9twyuoR", "txHash": "0x7ae6460c9d883c0702573cd4839bff5f32abb92e6a44c59827e83dec47e222b3", "createdAtBlock": 15191507, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPY6gmQLXxYeLR2sVVkADV4TgzQWuYm1mebAwSTmHgqGp", "name": "Alchemist Asmodeus of the Brambles", "text": "# Chapter 1: A thickening plot\nAsmodeus slipped his potent mandrake potion back into his green coveralls as the Sage approached down the gloomy corridor of the Citadel crypt.\n\nDo you have what was promised? he asked.\n\nNo time for pleasantries eh? replied @wizard2885. He tossed a bulging pouch over to Asmodeus. The contents clinked heavily as he caught it. Asmodeus untied the cord and checked the coins inside, before tucking his payment away next to the vial of potion.\n\nTime is money, Sage. What would you have me do?\n\nOtto chuckled, raising his hands placatingly. Fair enough Alchemist, straight to business then. Ive discovered that the Empress is a fraud  her name is Circe, and shes a Charmer from Red Wizard Capital. Shes been using her eternal rose to hold the entire city in thrall. The Council is willing to pay triple what I just gave you if you succeed in overturning the spell she has cast over the city.\n\nHe looked around, then leaned in close and spoke softly in the Asmodeus ear. My benefactor will double your fee again if you can expose the fact that shes a Red Wizard. But nobody can know where the information comes from. If you can capture her accomplice and deliver her to him unharmed well, then you can name your price.\n\nAsmodeus nodded wordlessly and vanished into the shadows. Otto cleared his throat uncomfortably, his false bravado vanishing as quickly as the alchemist. He wondered if ignoring his instincts and enlisting the help of a rogue arcanist was such a sensible idea after all. They were notoriously unpredictable, albeit effective. Not for the first time, he found his mind at odds with himself why did this whole plan trouble him so?"}
{"id": "fef0c8c8-e67d-4a2b-98db-63a1842f38ae-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.745", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkRvJNNhVYgf8dGcRuhYxWBthkqroh5fH5mDs9twyuoR", "txHash": "0x7ae6460c9d883c0702573cd4839bff5f32abb92e6a44c59827e83dec47e222b3", "createdAtBlock": 15191507, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPY6gmQLXxYeLR2sVVkADV4TgzQWuYm1mebAwSTmHgqGp", "name": "Alchemist Asmodeus of the Brambles", "text": "Finally, shaking his head, he turned and made his way back out of the crypts into a sunlit corridor of the palace. Back out in the open air, away from the damp, mouldy atmosphere of the crypt, he felt more confident again. His mind was hazy, though. He struggled to remember any details about the end of his mission in the forest or how he had got back to the Citadel  when he tried to recall any specific events, they slipped out of his reach like a river perch through the fingers. \n\nImages tugged faintly at his mind  a wizard bells on his shoes, and a silky yellow cape stars spinning low in the air a faint waft of hops and barley floating in the deep dark burrow of his psyche. He frowned, struggling to find meaning in his fragmented memories as they slipped away.\n\n# Chapter 2: Slime into wine\nAsmodeus crouched in the shadows looking down on the bedchamber. @wizard3914, and @wizard4841 sat huddled together on a plush divan beneath a glittering chandelier that probably cost more than the alchemists parents had ever earned in their entire lifetime. The younger woman  scarcely old enough to be called such  was telling a story of some fantastical adventure in a lazy drawl; the supposed Empress listened avidly,  her hand resting on Bathshebas forearm as she stared up at her companions face with a rapt expression, her eyes sparkling."}
{"id": "fef0c8c8-e67d-4a2b-98db-63a1842f38ae-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.745", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkRvJNNhVYgf8dGcRuhYxWBthkqroh5fH5mDs9twyuoR", "txHash": "0x7ae6460c9d883c0702573cd4839bff5f32abb92e6a44c59827e83dec47e222b3", "createdAtBlock": 15191507, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPY6gmQLXxYeLR2sVVkADV4TgzQWuYm1mebAwSTmHgqGp", "name": "Alchemist Asmodeus of the Brambles", "text": "Two goblets and a pitcher of wine sat on the table next to the divan. Asmodeus smiled to himself and delicately pulled the stopper from the vial of mandrake potion. Amber, his topaz slime familiar, oozed her way from his shoulder, down his chest and onto his knee. He petted her softly and then dripped several drops of the potion onto her round, orange body. Her skin rippled, instantaneously absorbing the drug, then she flowed along the ceiling beam and down one of the rich tapestries hanging from the walls.\n\nAsmodeus watched the two foxes that lay at the foot of the divan, keeping an eye out for any sign that they sensed Ambers approach, but they were also far too engrossed in each other to notice anything untoward.\n\nAmber crept her way up the leg of the table. Noting that none of the rooms occupants were paying any attention, she flowed up the pitchers handle and hung part of her gelatinous body over the lip. Asmodeus saw a small wisp of smoke puff up from the surface of the wine as Amber dipped herself into it, and the lower half of her body flushed a deep burgundy.\n\nHer task done, the slime retracted her body and made her way unsteadily back towards the wall at the far end of the chamber. Asmodeus noticed that she was oozing in not quite as straight a line as before. As she approached the tapestry, she let out a small hiccup. Asmodeus eyes widened in alarm; one of the foxes had raised its head and looked around suspiciously. The alchemist held his breath. Thankfully Amber kept enough of her wits about her to remain completely still. Eventually the fox settled back down, and the alchemist calmed his jangling nerves, then settled down to wait."}
{"id": "fef0c8c8-e67d-4a2b-98db-63a1842f38ae-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.745", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkRvJNNhVYgf8dGcRuhYxWBthkqroh5fH5mDs9twyuoR", "txHash": "0x7ae6460c9d883c0702573cd4839bff5f32abb92e6a44c59827e83dec47e222b3", "createdAtBlock": 15191507, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPY6gmQLXxYeLR2sVVkADV4TgzQWuYm1mebAwSTmHgqGp", "name": "Alchemist Asmodeus of the Brambles", "text": "As Amber made her way slowly up the tapestry, Circe reached over and poured more wine into the two goblets, handing one to Bathsheba. He held his breath.\n\nThe two wizards knocked their goblets together, but then Circe leant over and whispered something in Bathshebas ear. The Hex Mage gave a short, throaty laugh, and tilted her head, allowing the Charmer to plant small kisses up her neck as the goblets dangled precariously from their fingers. Asmodeus gritted his teeth. The slime was now wobbling along the wooden beam, almost losing her balance. Asmodeus frowned at her, but Amber made a gesture reminiscent of a shrug and squelched her way onto his leg.\n\nHe turned his attention back to the wizards below, willing them to drink, but for the moment they were too involved in each other to think of wine. Bathsheba took Circes goblet from her and placed them both back on the side table. Asmodeus winced. \n\nOnce the mandrake potion took hold, he could begin to put his plan in motion, but if they did not drink the wine, he would be forced to find another way to administer it. Without the potions magic, he would never be able to strip bare the Charmers spell and push the Citadel towards war with Red Wizard Capital. Relations already rested on a knifes edge  if her deception was revealed, finding out that their beloved Empress was in fact a Red imposter would send the Citadel into a frenzy and then, who knew what other opportunities would arise for a rogue arcanist with the perfect blend of ambition, daring, and intelligence? If he leveraged the situation just right, it would be Asmodeus calling the shots, and the Wizarding Council scurrying to obey. But first, they needed to drink."}
{"id": "fef0c8c8-e67d-4a2b-98db-63a1842f38ae-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.745", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkRvJNNhVYgf8dGcRuhYxWBthkqroh5fH5mDs9twyuoR", "txHash": "0x7ae6460c9d883c0702573cd4839bff5f32abb92e6a44c59827e83dec47e222b3", "createdAtBlock": 15191507, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPY6gmQLXxYeLR2sVVkADV4TgzQWuYm1mebAwSTmHgqGp", "name": "Alchemist Asmodeus of the Brambles", "text": "Finally, Bathsheba gently pressed her partner back onto the plush cushions of the divan and stretched over her to retrieve the two glasses of wine. \n\nThe alchemist leaned over expectantly as they raised the glasses to their lips. \n\nThey drank, and Asmodeus felt the stress flow out of his body; it wouldnt be long before the potions effects began to take hold\n\nStill perched on his knee, Amber let out a violent hiccup. Aghast, Asmodeus slapped his hand over where he figured her mouth to be. \n\nHis stomach a cold, hard knot, he looked down and saw four pairs of startled and furious eyes glaring up at him.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
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{"id": "f817c357-474b-4f88-9fdb-8b04e4b8d3ff-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:07.265", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPTH57qpJLCkqeXscGm2gv7XKrwNZZnuHs5f7tVKtXhV", "txHash": "0xd07574b74836396d5ebd9cbfce0cbfcfa8ca66b8c849638993cb10f169ca149d", "createdAtBlock": 14139533, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6769, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVJfNU2PbPmh4FboCR6CmuY1EqXL4pSQ6mdAKQkacFDqn", "name": "Wraith Deacon Zaim of the Royal Wretch", "text": "****\n\n\n# Zaim knew nothing before the flame.\nAll that existed before that day has faded into the existence of time.\nFrom within the flames he was Ordained a Deacon of the Royal Wretch.\nThe 7th to engulf himself on that October night. Zaim is brave, and he emerged even more powerful than before.\n\nTransformed by that twisted nature into a soul, Zaim now shares an affinity with the undead. Now immortally locked to this universe, the soul of the once wizard now crawls the earth serving the Royal Wretch. \n\nNot often seen by mortals, he lurks in the shadows of his keep. Rumored to be one of the experimental surgeons for the Wraith King himself. Whispers of who he once was fill the air as the city watches smoke bellow from Zaim's tower in the mountains on a nightly basis.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAct 1"}
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{"id": "ebed4cd9-ae89-42c6-8588-0f4122deefd8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T12:24:25.917", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdWYygQ2qH3bBCAxQhGc9EKDfTbRWpc5VeiUMjMA72pN1", "txHash": "0xc8ec6d6533a01b5258a7ba5a56b016c326cf97a08364a956f1594197c4fded1b", "createdAtBlock": 15192346, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7264, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://images.ctfassets.net/vxapo358qmda/xZ28T2rj5kPAUhaVXAaEt/3091141a2a6a521c6bd60d588af79a28/map.png", "name": "Adele Contender of the Rock", "text": "# My Brine\n\n\nThe Brine was my life, an ocean where I could finally be free. \n\nThere is a lot of things I could share with you here, things that would make you sad, upset or even mad.\nBut I do not see the point, whats done is done and we should all look forward, there is always a price to pay, a weight to carry\n\nI was not born on the water, but when you are stuck on the donut atoll, it is kind of the same. So I grabbed my zulli suit, left the gutter and called myself a corsair.\nYou might not be aware of it, our world used to be filled with Magic, constant, permanent. It was like oxygen.\nThe Oubly-ons happened, people forgot a lot of things, I didnt say all. This is the time I started to sail the Brine, this is also the time the Warriors really started their existence, not against what was left of the wizards but more like beside.\n\nAbout that day, I dont remember much, no one does, at least the one with no special acquaintance with magic. I suspect this is not really natural, some real crap must have happened.\nI heard rumors of some beasts and their spawns, some pirates mentioning gates with magical locks, other corsairs like me even discussing some magical ponies. Quite a bag of fairy dust if you ask me, Im not easily convinced by tricks and stories made up by drunks.\n\nAnyway, If you are here its because you are interested in those things, but let me tell you my story first, Adele Contender of the Rock.\n\nA Rock like no other, A Rock you wont even find on the map of the Runiverse, a Rock in the middle of my Brine.\n\nAnd if you come for us, be ready for the worst."}
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{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "# Hobbs Diary, no snooping Kooplings!\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary:\n\n\nToday I hiked the border of Bright Rock cave and went down into Shadytown to visit my cousins.  Everyone is graying.  They seem to be forgetting more.  I cooked a big pot of shroom stew and did a light show.  The shady Koops orange'd up and began to sing!  While they sang I patrolled the outskirts.  Dark creep is spreading over the fading crystals.  I re-charged what I could, but I dont have enough sparkle.  Ill ask the review board for another allocation of sparkle shine, but they are so busy with production, I doubt they can spare any.\n\nOh, and on my way back to Brightville a curious thing occurred; some shady Koops were glowsticking a dark creep tendril, but it didnt behave like a normal umbral pest, so I dispelled darkness and a white rabbit appeared!  The rabbit looked at me and I heard words of thanks in my mind before it scurried away! \n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nSad news, I didnt get the part.  My audition for handsome elf number 7 was rejected by central casting because your handsome elf illusion was neither handsome nor recognizably an Elf.  I guess thats fair.  My disguises are pretty random and usually cross eyed. Welp, I guess Ill keep practicing and working with the stage crew.\n\n\n### Dear Diary,"}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "### Dear Diary,\n\n\nThe Brightville shiny stones seem a bit dimmer.  I waited in line to see the council today about the increased dark creep in Shadytown.  I asked if the central crystal chandelier was dimming too.  They got very angry at me.  I was surprised.  I asked if we could maybe share some of the stage light shiny stones to help the Shadies push back dark creep, but the masked council just had me removed.  Now Im told I shouldnt show up to work tomorrow?  Whats happening?\n\nDear Diary,\n\nThat white rabbit came to see me.  His name is Number One.  He speaks without moving his mouth.  He says hes a messenger from the Shining Mount, the Temple of the Sacred Flame has been damaged.  He says he told the council that the sorcerers need help, but they refused to listen.  Maybe this is why they got so mad at me?  They need so much of the imported sacred light to work the scrying stages and keep the operas going.  Tele-magic shows make all the money and the council is so rich now!  Oh what am I feeling, is this anger?  Ooooohh I dont like this, diary!\n\nThe Rabbit asked if I could help him. He asked  if I know any powerful mages who could fight an evil corruption.  Well, I know how to keep the dark creep away and light a stage, but I dont know about all this!\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nI went to Shadytown and asked my cousins for help.  They seem scared.  I noticed a masked watcher watching us.  My cousins seemed unwilling to talk openly, and hurried back to work glowsticking the creep."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "When I got home there were more Masked councilmen at my hole house.  They gave me my belongings and told me I live in Shadytown now.  They escorted me out of Brightville, my neighbors looking away, my shiny cousins nowhere to be seen! They took me to the outskirts, where the deep dark creep borders Rock Cave. They pushed me into the creep! I couldnt believe what was happening.  My vision darkened, I felt my color draining.  I tried to cry out but the creep muffled me.  I tried to spark a magic light but my sparkle juice was drained away.  I was dying, looking out from the dark as the masked ones walked away.\n\nThen I saw the rabbit, leading my Shadytown cousins to me. They batted back the creep with glowsticks and pulled me out, just in time\n\nThey told me the council had declared me anathema, that I was not welcome in the bright light.  I told them my theory, that they were hoarding all the Shining Mount imported Sacred Light for the tele-magick stage production so they could keep scry-casting and getting paid.  This angered them, but what could they do?  They were shady, gray and weaker every day.\n\nThe Rabbit told us there was a chance, if we help restore the Sacred Flame, they would personally vouch for Shadytown and make sure our allotment of Sacred Light was sufficient.\n\nI had no home, my cousins were fading, my auditions a disaster, my illusion magics were a mess.  What did I have to lose?\n\nLets do an adventure, Number One, I said. We gathered glowsticks and myco-loaf and snuck into the mirror stone tunnels, reflections of the Sacred Light bouncing between facets all around us.\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary,"}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "### Dear Diary,\n\n\nIts been a week in the crystal pipe.  The shine is disorienting at times.  There is definitely something off about the Sacred Flame, some wisp of darkness in it.  I cant look away because its reflected a thousand times all around me.\n\nI was pulled out of reverie to find Number One looking at me like I had food on my face, so I checked my reflection.  My illusions are flowing and I didnt even know it!  I still cant control the exact appearance, but I was conjuring a bubbling faade of images from... from I dont know where.  I looked like an old human with weary eyes, then a squid face, then a spirit of magic incarnate!  If only I could control what image comes from my imagination.  I dont even know what Im imagining half the time!\n\nNumber One leapt back. How do you know the Silent One? they asked me. I told him I dont know what they mean.  I rushed to check my reflection and caught a wisp before it transitioned, some sort of gray blur of swirling lines with eyes like deep portals and... teeth. \n\nNumber One told me I should turn back, that this adventure is not going to succeed.  They wouldnt say anymore.\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nWe reached the Temple complex.  Number One took me through an access tunnel to avoid entering via the infested Labyrinth.  They told me more about the situation, that some of the sorcerer priests had tried to corrupt the Sacred Flame during the stoking ritual.  They say a few uncorrupted sorcerers were able to interrupt the coup and save the flame with defensive wards.  High priest Amir [@wizard5137] locked the twisted souls of his fallen brothers in the Labyrinth."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "Amir is a stern man, saying very little.  He seemed unimpressed with me and asked where the powerful Masked Kooplings were.  The halls of the cloister were eerie and empty as he took me to my chambers.  There are blank-faced statue Golems tending to the daily chores. Amir says the few surviving priests have been sent as emissaries to petition support.\n\nI met a young icewalker named Oberon [@wizard2473].  He isnt much of a talker, but seems nice enough.  Hes constantly practicing his lightning bolt in his room-- the thunder clap makes it hard to sleep.\n\nNumber One scurried away on other business.  Its cold and creepy here, only a few braziers lit in the dusty main hall, golems scuffling around, Emir in his chambers writing letters day and night.\n\nOberon asked what I can do.  I showed him my dazzle lights and he laughed.  Not gonna stop a ghoul from biting your orange face, innit?\n\nI dont know. Will it?\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nPhew, that put the bright orange back in my cheeks!  Amir led a squad of armor golems, Oberon and myself into the Labyrinth.  My heart pounded as the clockwork seals of that massive stone door unlatched!  There was mad laughing and taunting on the other side of the door, but when it opened, nothing"}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "I put a rainbow fairy glamour on the lead golem.  We progressed through the chambers seemingly at random, Amir locking and sealing all the doors we did not use.  We were securing a path to the Inner Sanctum.  In the silence I began to hear whispers, small voices in my head;  Do you trust this traitor? Will you be his fleshy sacrifice?  The voices intensified, I looked around at the rest of my party and they all seemed distracted. Amir was grabbing his ears and shaking his head, not minding control of the golems as they wandered too far ahead.  \n\nThe lead golem turned a corner and the light went out.  All was still for a moment, until Amir shouted Theyre upon us!\n\nI flared a bright crystal glamour, a stage trick we use to distract the audience while changing the stage illusions. In the strobing flash I saw their crooked, grinning faces-- pustulent corpses in bloody priest robes, twitching as they lunged at us with knives of sharpened bone.\n\nThe glamour dazzled the ghouls long enough for me to step back and leave a mirror image in my stead.  A ghoul with a gaping head wound hissed Youll never take the flame! as he stabbed through my illusory self and stumbled to the ground. I slammed my heel on his scabby arm and heard a crack."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "The hair on my neck stood up a split second before a crack and a boom and a bright fork of blue electricity. Oberon screeched Reeeeeeeeee!! as he channeled an impressive chain of lightning.  A string of undead priests crackled and convulsed. In the melee I saw Amir raise his scepter, the jewel glowing with a red, vacuous hunger, and fell a ghoul with one stroke, repeatedly bashing him once down.  The golems returned and formed a shield wall around us.  Oberon passed out from exertion. We withdrew in haste.\n\nOf course Id rehearsed silly battle scenes before, but this was something else! If the fight was an audition, would I get the part?\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nWith Oberons help Ive learned to focus my magic light into a sort of shiny ray.  I can light a candle with it!\n\nWeve settled into a strange routine, clearing the labyrinth chamber by chamber.  The ghouls flit around and try to intimidate us.  When we return to old battle scenes, the bodies wed laid low are all gone.\n\nThe ghoul priests make strange statements, as if we are the aggressors and they the protectors of the flame!  When I ask Amir about this he tells me to stay strong against the raving of the mad, that they seek to undermine our confidence.  \n\nI wonder where Number One has gone.\n\nI saw something strange the other night.  I was sleeping poorly with ghoul ramblings rolling in my thoughts and went to Amir for encouragement. His chamber door was askew and I saw him standing in a ritual circle, his scepter held high above his head, and it seemed like a blood red energy was flowing from the scepters jewel, into his mouth! I snuck away."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "I told Oberon what Id seen.  He thinks we need to find out what Amir is up to.\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nWere close to the warded Inner Sanctum of the Sacred Flame.  Amir has sent instructions to the Fireside Tribes to open their receiving portals wide and reverse polarity to pour in extra energy for the Stoking.  This has to happen when we enter on the night of the first moon.\n\nAnother wizard has arrived, Alatar [@wizard2071], the Grandmaster of the Rod and Rabbit adventuring crew.  He has another white rabbit with him that looks just like Number One, but he wont talk to me?  Alatar is going to help with the stoking ritual and final cleansing of the temple.\n\nDuring one of our skirmishes Oberons lightning blasted the face off a Golem.  Amir was mad, but Oberon promised he could repair the construct.\n\nLater that evening he told me the plan.  He told me to use an illusion to look like a Golem!  He knows my disguise spell is slightly out of my control, but he says it doesnt matter, he can just say hed done a bad job repairing the golem and it looks funny now!  Clever guy!\n\nI disguised myself as an automaton, my skin turning gray like a shady Koop, and my face contouring into a statue with crossed, googly eyes!\n\nWhat is this mockery? Amir asked Oberon.\n\nThe googly eye enhancement will confuse the ghouls!\n\nAmir ordered me to bring him his dinner.  I stood behind him as he ate and wrote furiously, obsessively checking that his scepter was by his side.  Alatars silent white rabbit lay in the corner of Amirs room on a  bed of hay, watching me.  At one point I think it may have winked."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "Achh! All wrong!  Amir crumpled the letter he was writing.  Toss this in the fire you defective machine!\n\nMoving robotically I took the crumpled letter to the fireplace, quietly unfolding it.  I scanned it quickly using the speed reading techniques Id learned when studying scripts.\n\nBy my calculations the harvesting is complete, the rod is brimming with souls.  On the first night of the 70th moon, the Fireside Tribes have been commanded to open their portals and add mana to the stoking ritual.  Per the rabbits suggestion, Ive hired the brute Alatar to defend the ritual chamber with my foolish lackies as I trigger the final cascade.\n\nMaster, the time is nigh!  Our paths will be joined in the harmony of silence, to drown out all the noise of this irrelevant world! All of the ignorant souls of my weak brothers and the spoiled tribes will hear the truth of eternal silence!\n\nI threw the letter in the fire and returned to my station. The rabbit stared at me all night as Amir wrote feverishly then slept in his chair, cradling the scepter.\n\nWhen Amir ordered me to bring him breakfast I swapped with another Golem and told Oberon everything.  We had a pow-wow and made a tricky plan.\n\nWish me luck Diary.\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nIm still alive, I think.  I guess Im not sure, I feel different after what Ive seen.\n\nThe fancy wizard Alatar led the golems before us through the winding Labyrinth.  He whistled a cheerful tune and the ghouls exploded in clouds of gore when he looked at them.  It was truly frightening."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "We guarded Amir as he dispelled the wards in the Inner Sanctum.  He holstered the scepter while unlocking the door.  I saw my opening,  Oberon released a little thunder from his bum in a boom fart to distract as I made the swap.\n\nThe vault opened and I saw it in person for the first time!  The light and heat of the Sacred Flame, even slightly diminished, was intense. The chamber was ornately scrawled with the records of the flame, the names of all the sorcerers and tribespeople that had stoked it for centuries.  In a ring around the room stood the Fireside Portals that transmitted the flames energy to the far flung nations that pay tithe to the Sacred mMunt.\n\nI started sweating like I was in an audition.  I saw Oberon palming the scepter behind his back.  A screech went out and a horde appeared at the chamber door, the golems braced in a phalanx barely containing the seething mass as Alatar deftly sliced the madmen with lasers.\n\nGuard me as I prepare! Amir ordered.\n\nYou are false, betrayer!  A large ghoul hissed. Betrayer! A chorus of growls reverberated in the vaulted room. \n\nThis was the moment I had been waiting for.  I remembered my training, my time in Shadytown, my journey with Number One through the crystal conduit, all the auditions Id failed.  This was for my cousins and all the tribes!\n\nLook, Amir, the moon is risen! I pointed up to the aperture in the apex of the vaulted ceiling. An image of the moon was perfectly framed.\n\nWhat? It cant be time already!\n\nAnd the tribes are widening the portals!\n\nI must hurry!"}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-10", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "And the tribes are widening the portals!\n\nI must hurry!\n\nOberon blasted a shock of lightning at the ghouls.  We cant keep them back much longer, Amir, get a move on sir!\n\nDont be silly young wiz Alatar began.\n\nTribes, lend me your strength!\n\nWisps of energy flowed from the portals around the room.  Amir was too focused on his incantation to notice how tightly Id clenched my buttocks, or that all the tribespeople in the portals had googly eyes.\n\nSomething seems off, Amir. Alatar offered.\n\nSilence!  The summoning is nearly complete.  Quelqueth dominarus Shibboleth omni illuminatus Gorgoth!  Take these souls, eat this flame, and bring the silence to our speck of dust!\n\nAmir raised the scepter above his head, the power from the portals all coalescing around him.  He pointed the scepter towards the Sacred Flame.  Great black heart, devour these fools!\n\nThe scepter cracked, but nothing happened.  My cheeks unclenched and the moon disappeared, the portals shrank to a neutral size.\n\nThat was a curious incantation, Amir. Alatar quipped.\n\nThis isnt my scepter, this is a spoon! What trickery is this?!\n\nLooking for this? Oberon whipped the scepter from behind his back and smacked Amir across the face.\n\nLet us have him!  Let us restore the flame. the bloody sorcerer corpses said in unison.  Oberon pointed the scepter at the golems and they broke ranks to let the ghouls pass.\n\nA large undead priest with a charred skull and regal composure held out his hand and the scepter flew into it.  The priests stood around the flame and began chanting."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-11", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "You betrayed the brotherhood.  You sullied the flame with dark desire. May the flame burn away your doubt before we meet again at the last bonfire. The undead priest picked Amir up by the neck and held the scepter high.  Screaming souls streamed out from the rod and swirled around the chamber, tearing at Amir.\n\nThe moon was high and Fireside Tribes opened their portals in time to see Amir drained of all energy, his soul chased and grappled by the souls he had harvested.  They forced his mote of life into the flame.  The priest then kicked his emptied body into the inferno as the screeching reached crescendo.  All the undead sorcerers leapt up and followed Amir into the fire.  The Sacred Flame flared to white hot intensity.\n\nMy eyes would not shut.  Though I saw Amir's soul dragged to the center of the flame, some knot of him struggled and kicked. I swear I saw some strange puff of black smoke escape.  I saw a face in the smoke as it flew up through the ceiling. It was a hateful skull, chewing silently.\n\nThe chamber was still.  The flame burned without a care, sturdy, impassive to the trials of our hearts. I hugged Oberon.  He was shaking.\n\nPretty magical, eh lads? Alatar said. He picked the scepter up off the ground.  Guess Ill take this for safekeeping.  Lots of cleaning up to do, no time to waste!\n\n\n\n### Dear Diary,\n\n\nSome sorcerer priests have returned from abroad.  They all experienced something similar, waking up from a spell of confusion, unsure of why theyd been wandering so far from the Mount."}
{"id": "372dc512-715f-403f-94ed-5b563caeac9d-12", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:12.427", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaCvhtjMJfJz38rYxxbYLaPWRjuh4gwwF8vh6zhJ4boVp", "txHash": "0x0f946d067982fd8e16c2d79f6ffb97fb0eeb6aee52a26b404ec8a977d7372b0e", "createdAtBlock": 14143204, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Hobbs of the Rock", "text": "These priests are repairing the temple, with the assistance of Alatar and his a few of his Rod and Rabbit mercenaries.  Alatars warriors are a gruff crew.  He says hes sent squads to visit the Fireside Tribes and assess if any ambient corruption leaked through the portals.  He asked Oberon and I if we would like to join the Rod and Rabbit.  Me, a sellsword, in real life?! Seems ridiculous, but he was very impressed by my illusions.  I could tell Oberon was giddy at the offer, but he composed himself and spoke of duty to his tribe, and a longing for the ice (I think he misses his girlfriend, Pashmina).\n\nNumber One returned, or at least started talking to me again, Im not sure.  He doesnt remember anything after our journey in the tunnel.\n\nOh boy, am I tired. Cant wait to show Oberon the Bright Rock Caves and central Koopville.  He says Ive gotta see the snowglobe his hometown is in.  Sounds dope to be honest.  Cant wait to tell my cousins about all this.  I think I have enough material for a script now and just my luck, all the characters in it will have googly eyes!"}
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{"id": "87d2cb81-3dd1-467a-94bc-2c3a117e4e97-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:18.585", "backgroundColor": "#220f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZPxxwZnXH1p21L66hQj5db5ABAvyzKdKqUSnDpPF8gz9", "txHash": "0xd621a9c3882ea788781b3c10ad5e02d7569e1bb59bb40bd244d7e7f015fb99bf", "createdAtBlock": 14146302, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Evoker Cairon of the Road", "text": "It is late into the night, quiet and calm. Cairon sits in his chair ever diligent in monitoring his sector of the multi-metaverse. With a few incantations he begins scrolling through his sector, as if flipping through a page of a book. As he reaches metaverse-terra he stops and a smile comes to this face as this is the metaverse he hails from. \n\nIn the last 10 years, he has discovered/learned magic, met new friends, gone on many adventures, fought in the templar wars and received the Evoker Class Protector title for his sector. While he is very proud of the path he has forged, his 'ordinary' life in metaverse-terra brings back many fond memories.\n\nAs Cairon reminisces of a simpler time, Hobbes (his very lucky black cat originally from metaverse-vee) lets out a loud *hiss* with hair standing on edge.\n\nHe looks around expecting to find mice or insects, the usual suspects of Hobbes' wraith, but none are noted. Cairon then gets an uneasy feeling in his gut as Hobbes has heightened senses to unnatural disturbances. \n\nCairon closes his eyes and begins chanting. Instead of words, runes emanate from his mouth and circle around him creating an electric tornado of magic. In this meditative state he begins searching his sector of anything unusual.\n\n\"There\" he exclaims, and locks into metaverse-new tokyo. He checks the wards placed around New Tokyo and finds a number of cracks and is puzzled by what could have caused it. He then notes his old friend Wagmi-San has created his own portal. Although Wagmi-San is not a wizard, he is a technomancer of the highest order and knows his calculations would have considered the wards and does not believe it to be the source."}
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{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "# The Story Of Xerxes, Axe Of Glory\n\nThe big halls of the jungle city complex were almost empty. But we saw some of the natives, hiding, cowering. Their civilisation seemed to be only a husk of its former glory. Their elite caste still visibly distinct from the rest of the fold, but even they were looking at us fearfully, barely returning our gaze. \n\nGranted, it was impressive they were able to build such a huge and bizarre metropolis in the middle of this hostile, poisonous jungle in the Land Of Unknown. Everything here was so different than what we knew from the Lands Of People, our home. Only the recent invention of steam powered submarines enabled bold explorers like me to pass through (or rather underneath) the Unforgiving Storm Wall and discover this bizarre world.\n\n\n\nFirst we had to cut our way through the thick green nets of plants we never seen, meeting creatures we never could have imagined. \n\nIn few days and many perils, we reached the Metropolis and remained in awe. A big, weirdly unnatural crater formed the skeleton of the city. Oddly shaped structures formed the flesh, countless round tunnels were veins and big oval halls - organs. The complex itself resembled a giant ant colony more than a human city.\n\n\n\nWe were sure it wasnt build by ants, but our imagination was running wild because ants were everywhere - big, fat and violet. When disturbed they squirted a weird substance which exploded in an acidic cloud. It could hurt eyes, skin and flesh and even corrode steel armor. Coordinated attack of hundreds of these creatures could make the air in vicinity unbreathable, as some of my soldiers learned to their own peril.\n\nIt was no coincidence that natives - weirdly pale, skinny and tall humanoids with bald heads - were worshipping ants. Luckily ant worshippers didnt share aggressive nature of their little insect gods."}
{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "When we arrived and set up a camp near their city they didnt try to put up any resistance. They simply ran and hid in their ant labyrinth, which seemed too big for such a small number of people.\n\nShortly Alatar - our red wizard - was able to telepathically connect with one of their shaman priests. We telecommunicated following message to him:\n\n*We are men from beyond the Storm Wall and Great Blue. We are lead by Xerxes the Axe Of Glory, General Of His Majestys 3rd army and Admiral of 3rd Royal Submarine fleet. We are here to conquer these lands and turn them into a prospering province of Lands Of People. We bring progress, truth and light. Submit to our rule and you will not be harmed.*\n\nThe priests answer was a most unusual one:\n\n*We submit to you. We are peaceful CREATURES. Our QUEEN will meet your QUEEN outside of MAHTZECHEEZMARRAN*\n\nOf course we knew this could be a trap, but meeting outside of their weirdly named city posed a little risk to us. We had six thousand well armed elite troops and good strategic position outside the city. We overlooked the odd mention of Queen. Maybe they live in a matriarchal society and expect us to be the same.\n\nWe didnt have to wait for long. The delegation of ant worshippers appeared, meekly walking towards us, faces down, necks bent in a permanent bow. Like servants. Only richly decorated robes and violet face paint hinted towards them being of higher caste."}
{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "Their leader was a tall, elderly man with violet decorations and diadem with weird antlers. He was also the only one carrying an item - a translucent capsule full of violet glow. Perhaps another symbol of his status? He approached me and lied down in front of my feet, lifting the capsule up in the air, from up close I noticed it contains few of the ants. It was hard to see this gesture as anything but a signal of submission.                                     \n\n\n\nAlatar translated to us his telecommunication: \n\n*We are peaceful. I am the QUEEN. I submit. We will bring gifts and treasures, the best of our land to you. Lets enter MAHTZECHEEZMARRAN together. I remain as your hostage, so you feel safe. If you feel unsafe, you can kill me. I tell the truth.\"*\n\nWith this reassurance I dispatched with Alatar and half of my force into the city, of course with utmost caution. Last thing I wanted was to lead my men into a trap. But my goal here is to explore, to conquer and to extend his Majestys will. If these people are really submitting willingly, I cant refuse. The best battle is the one which is avoided. \n\n\n\nAnd thus, leading my comrades, donned in full plate armor, holding up my Axe and Holy Shield, I am walking through tunnels and halls of this alien\" civilization. \n\nMore of the ant worshippers welcomed us inside the big and well lit oval hall. They laid countless gifts in front of our feet. Cages with exotic animals, glowing gemstones and even weird organic flasks of liquid Alatar said emanate some form of healing magic. We feasted on the food they brought us, delicious spices made the weird soft meat of jungle creatures edible and fruit nectars were otherworldly."}
{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "Never once did we feel threatened. Their meek faces, respectful bows and calm and subservient demeanor put us at ease.  After few days we started to gain basic understanding of their language and religion. Their culture was indeed centred around these violet ants, every item they produced had some resemblance of an ant or ant egg.\n\n\n\nThe ants themselves were everywhere in the city, and ant worshippers avoided them with care. In fact the only sort of discomfort these people shown was when one of my men crushed a violet ant under his boot. They did not do anything, but they were visibly disturbed and sad. \n\nFrom that point we refrained from hurting the ants deliberately, but sometimes their bite could be quite painful and their acid explosions dangerous. So I ordered Alatar to clear out all the ant nests around our camp with magical fire. Of course we made sure there were no ant worshippers around to see it and mourn.\n\n\n\nAfter a month of getting familiar with our new subjects and their city I decided to leave. Alatar with half of my men stayed behind to build a permanent fortress on a small hill near MAHTZECHEEZMARRAN. Me and the rest returned to our submarines and traveled back, under the Big Blue and Storm Wall to bring our treasure and news of our spoils back home. \n       \nThe Leader of Ant Worshippers insisted we bring back the violet capsule with ants as a gift of utmost respect and importance. I felt the gravity of this gesture. The capsule was probably a symbol of their ruler. It also contained living ants and ant worshippers wouldnt just give them away as toys. \n\nI also insisted to bring home few of the ant worshippers to take care of the ants (and of course to show off these strange people at home). They reluctantly agreed to send two young females but assured us that ants in the capsule do not need any care and should not be disturbed."}
{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "The journey back home was quiet and I spend most of the time going over Alatars notes, checking the items we are bringing. One thing that kept captivating my attention was the ant capsule. It seemed like the ants appeared and disappeared from it at will, sometimes there were no more than dozen inside, sometimes there were hundreds of them. The view through the translucent organic membrane was kind of distorted but it seemed they were building some pulsating violet blob inside. Alatar assured me earlier that the blob doesnt posses any magical properties, but I was curious if there are forms of otherworldy magic he is not familiar with.\n\n\n\nHis Majesty greeted me lavishly. All of his courtiers gathered to marvel at the treasure we brought and stories we told. He even took one of the Ant Worshipper girls to his private rooms. I myself didnt feel particularly attracted to their bald heads, pale and skinny bodies but his Majesty is a man of his own renown. \n\nThat night changed everything. I was about to return to Navy Barracks to debrief the rest of my men and reward them for their contribution. When the overwhelming bright light filled everything around me and soon after the roaring sound, from the Royal Palace. I looked back, half blind and I saw a huge violet mushroom cloud towering over the city. Royal Palace was already covered by thick acidic smoke. I immediately recognized the violet ant explosion, just millions of times bigger than what we saw in the jungles of Land Of Unknown.\n\n\n\nAt the same time sharp and painful thought pierced my mind. \n\n*TRAP! ANTS - REAL MASTERS! DESTROY CAPSULE!.*"}
{"id": "3da1ef35-7ed0-4659-aeb6-496b03b45f8b-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-22T15:15:19.158", "backgroundColor": "#330c3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSh8PK8TEqbveokaaNSwrzupRuhmFdFYVsEWgvZworiPw", "txHash": "0x0387f8a79b36ee46cd6af8cc2807d71fcf14c11a2457b90a410bebb80af1ac2a", "createdAtBlock": 15193566, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8077, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYFqmQegFYTVmuHMAQNeo9GM8yKeTr9a5CDLPbCJnhfMw", "name": "Xerxes Sorrow of Glory", "text": "*TRAP! ANTS - REAL MASTERS! DESTROY CAPSULE!.* \n\nThese were not my thoughts, but Alatar's. I can only imagine how much energy he had to expend to telecommunicate with me over such distance and through Storm Wall. He probably put himself in serious health risk doing this. But it was too late. Capsule already done its job and the acidic cloud was consuming the city. I ran as fast as I could straight to submarine docks. I was able to catch almost full submarine crew inside the first submarine, still unloading some cargo from the journey and cleaning the interior.                                     \n\n*Code red, we are submerging immediately, all hands on board!\"*\n\nI couldnt even hear my own voice, thats how in shock I was, but the crew heardand saw the apocalypse happening in the city. We submerged and remained under water swimming north against the wind, hoping the acidic cloud will not spread this way. After three days we were forced to go to the surface to replenish air. When I looked at the shore through periscope the sky was faint violet and sun was nowhere to be seen despite the fact it was noon. Air was breathable but had a faint nauseating stench. We decided to turn back to the City. \n\n\n\nAlmost everyone was dead, houses burned. Few people that survived seemed to be mindlessly wandering the streets, looking high on something. They were all pointing in one direction - Royal Palace and didnt answer our questions. We made our way towards it until we saw the Palace is no more. In its stead a giant crater was gaping at us. Violet light was stronger here and the nauseating scent was more palpable.\n\nThen we saw them - few small hills in the crater, bustling with millions of little fat violet insect bodies. A sharp thought pierced my mind again. Altough these were not Alatar's thoughts. They were not human at all."}
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{"id": "11255ca4-5193-47c4-8556-9d147fc37048-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-23T09:51:56.574", "backgroundColor": "#170100", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUqYUzE6tqSfD5AJTttDkXu2R7cTFD7cUDZzWC6Lvdy4f", "txHash": "0x2a22b5af99fa27c88050c0dd8f784bfb90a31a9079a4a28375bbcb573b54bc03", "createdAtBlock": 15198202, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2899, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Glorf Trimmer of the Arena", "text": "Gruzzon and Glorf walked out of the small tavern into the golden glow of a summer evening. The pair strode down the street in what felt like slow motion. A crooked pinwheel spun lazily in front of a repair shop. A trio of buzzing flies showed great interest in the contents of a farmers cart. The two mighty Warriors travelled southward. The valley they approached had once been a quaint, undisturbed place, but bands of Goblins had been camping farther and farther out from their town. For the past two months, perhaps longer, they had infested this valley with their foulness. A cold stream that had been a sanctuary for fishermen from several nearby villages was defiled. The rabbits and deer that roamed that place had either fled, or were hunted for sport. The once crisp air now sat heavy with an unsavory stench. This odor gave fair warning to Gruzzon and Glorf, who stopped on the side of the path to make final preparations for the raid. The last rays of sun were fleeting as the pair sharpened their swords and tightened their armor."}
{"id": "11255ca4-5193-47c4-8556-9d147fc37048-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-23T09:51:56.574", "backgroundColor": "#170100", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUqYUzE6tqSfD5AJTttDkXu2R7cTFD7cUDZzWC6Lvdy4f", "txHash": "0x2a22b5af99fa27c88050c0dd8f784bfb90a31a9079a4a28375bbcb573b54bc03", "createdAtBlock": 15198202, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2899, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Glorf Trimmer of the Arena", "text": "The soothing shades of evening melted into the black monolith of night. A solemn birdsong echoed through the forest and faded away. A soft rain began to fall, creating a din of a million droplets crash landing on shadowy leaves and branches. This place felt hollowed out, as if any speck of life who lingered in the valley had been swallowed whole by the damp ground. This might have been believable, and the world itself may have given up hope, if it werent for two silent shapes moving through the night. Two resolute Warriors, with drawn swords and steeled eyes, were striding, gliding, down the hill.\nGruzzon and Glorf had already made up their mind that this raid was the right thing to do, and both had accepted death as a natural consequence of battle long ago. There was nothing to generate second thoughts; indeed thoughts of any type seemed inconsequential at this moment and gave way to a Zen-like state of present moment alertness.\nUp ahead, at the bottom of the valley, coals from a campfire recently gone out were emitting a faint glow, enough to outline the shapes of several tents. The pair of warriors, who had been moving side by side, diverged and crept towards opposite sides of the Goblin Camp. With stealth and near silence they entered the camp, approached two of the ragged, stinking tents, each grabbed one of the loose hanging flaps, and in unison, pulled them open. Wooosh! Empty. The warriors looked up at each other with apprehension. Just then there was a furious clamor coming from the shadows and the pair spun around."}
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{"id": "24923c71-41b6-4c4c-b303-01a75ba2cf87-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:22.704", "backgroundColor": "#0f2c3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTmVizRcik1nNHWVKFbDx3tDXUe1VXfmPRSSaSQJcBy6M", "txHash": "0xe7bdfd750785275a1ad2dbf8c99d28ee65c4a1561d6a9bc279b8b6ba8d104ba6", "createdAtBlock": 14147598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2758, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Medium Samuel of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "When Medium Samuel first died it came as a complete shock to him. One minute he was happily going about his business, the next he had been crushed to death by an impossible metal object traveling so fast he didnt even have time to scream. \n \nThe main source of shock was that immediately after the moment of his death he found himself to be, alive and unharmed, a few seconds earlier in the timeline. As he stopped to process what had just happened he narrowly avoided the object that continued on its previous path and disappeared out of sight behind him.\n \nHe very carefully headed to the nearest drinking establishment to celebrate his good fortune, but after pushing his way to the front of the line to order his first mug of mead he noticed something strange over by the window. A golden ghost hovered a few centimetres off the floor, careful not to come into contact with any solid surface. It was semi-transparent so you could still see what was happening behind it and although roughly humanoid in appearance it looked extremely old. The creatures mouth didnt move at all but he knew what it was saying as the words just appeared in his head.\n \nThe golden ghost asked if he wanted to be special. It explained that he wanted Samuel to make some small changes in the physical world that he wasnt able to do and in return he offered a life of wealth and excitement. The requested changes were so small and inconsequential that Samuel didnt understand what their impact could possibly be. Just little things like changing a 0 to a 1 in a ledger or introducing two people who worked in the same building to each other. He decided it was probably not wise to ask for the reasons behind the requests, just in case a being powerful enough to manipulate time wasnt keen on questions and I cant say I disagree with his risk averse approach."}
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{"id": "dd9050ba-b211-4bad-8caa-7edece01d699-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:19.929", "backgroundColor": "#450c09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX56yi8vwG5Tyd8pWhGKdeV5VkwgddQ2RB9sNP78GutDu", "txHash": "0x8c6d63c8be2451e5f7cee6303ddbae3a327f668b7c39559dd0212da2828a983e", "createdAtBlock": 14735515, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7160, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sky Master Crowley of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "# An Offering...\n\n\nCrowley jumped when the sun cat appeared in the window. She flicked her tail and purred, but all that he saw was the dead crow in her jaw.\n\nIt actually worked.\n\nHe cleared a space on the altar cloth and placed the dead bird between the two candles. He rolled up his sleeves. Did he dare to seek forbidden knowledge? To touch death?\n\nThe crows black beak hung open. Mocking him. \n\nThe sun cat gave her tail a suspicious wag.\n\nWell, here it goes.\n\nHe grasped the black bird by its feathered neck and twisted hard until the head came off in his hands. The blood coating his fingers was still warm. The sun cat nuzzled against his leg and purred.\n\nHe assembled the head on the altar plate, marked it with the rune of Cinnabar, and shook the gnomes tooth over the offering three times. He fell into a pensive silence.\n\nA breeze pushed through the windows and extinguished the burning candles in a curl of smoke. Darkness fell over the room, and the sun cat reared and hissed.\n\nHe stared at the crows head gleaming in the moonlight, now ten times its former size. Sacred Pillars, he said, what have I done?\n\nHe trembled as he picked up the head and placed it over his own. The secrets of the Runiverse shone to him through new eyes."}
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{"id": "889d71d7-ece0-4890-89fe-3629f9e1460a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-24T21:27:48.872", "backgroundColor": "#e7e693", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNb8fgZa4LgumaKxfHM2M7ZydXdxdfPNemjQwfyyyD2ps", "txHash": "0x741d3438673da4873d71bd7811b53bdfbd643b69857ede059d553d66cedcbdd0", "createdAtBlock": 15207721, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4229, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Beron Dismantler of the Ring", "text": "**\n### \n## Beron Dismantler of the Ring\n\n**\n\nBeron stood on the front deck of a freighter heading westward to trade in the far away lands. Leaning against the edge of the deck, he stared into the distance at the sunset over the Alchemist Archipelago. The sea was calm, a gentle warm breeze pushed the ship forward, inch by inch, relentlessly onward to its destination. \n\nThe ships captain, a long time friend, wandered over I dont think Ill ever tire of watching these sunsets he said. They both stood for a few moments watching the red and orange colours illuminate the evening sky. The captain turned to  Beron after a few minutes and continued You know this is for the best, it just isnt safe in these lands now, for you or your family he said. Aye Beron replied wistfully, Id have stayed, we fought the likes of him and won in times gone by, but I have my wife and daughter now to think about now Beron paused and continued and Im not that young man I once was he added with chuckle. This was very true, Beron had been semi retired now for a good few years, returning periodically to the warriors guild when called upon. The explosive raw energy that had been a feature of his fighting when youthful had all but gone, replaced by skill and guile learnt from the many battles across the years. But hed settled, married a wizard, adopted her eldest and welcomed a new life into the world with his wife. And this had changed him profoundly."}
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{"id": "c6468804-624f-4fb7-aae4-62c76953a5b0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:25.59", "backgroundColor": "#220027", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYi37rBcEdjanQ7oCPHeFpLM4evcTDwVPuGXYMgvcMD4b", "txHash": "0x4f02f67e9db6a702bed8af099a926e5719ea7f58364ba9ddf0742f4f28a6fcdb", "createdAtBlock": 14958979, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8362, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSDgtRPhNqGffweL1ZCp3zqkQLRiCeDBNdeemNzQUULiw", "name": "Diabolist Hobbs of the Valley", "text": "# Chapter 1: Introduction to Gimpy\n\n\nWhat inspires an imps everlasting smile? Have they figured out the secret to eternal happiness? Or, is it that theyre always up to some mischief? Perhaps theyre just fucking weirdos.\n\n\nWell, for Diabolist Hobbs of the Valley, its all of the above! That unwavering impy grin comes from knowing his purpose as an imp and having the courage to live how he pleases, while the rest of the Runiverse distracts themselves with silly delusions of power.\n\n \nDiabolist Hobbs  who now exclusively answers to his pet name, Gimpy  does not recognize your traditional political factions. He does not abide by any of the self-limiting rules that reinforce a sense of predictable comfort in most wizards. Gimpy sees your hat color cliques and cackles wildly, because he knows that one wizard can wear many hats (or in his case, many gimp masks).\n\n\nGimpy knows that *real* magic is accessible only to those who are willing to fuck the system and live authentically, regardless of what color they are or choose to wear. Everything else is an illusion. And Gimpy does not settle for illusions. He believes that all wizards and witches, all warriors and souls, all ponies and beasts and even their spawn deserve the freedom to live whatever lifestyle they choose. As long as no one is getting hurt at least, not without their full and informed consent."}
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{"id": "c6468804-624f-4fb7-aae4-62c76953a5b0-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:25.59", "backgroundColor": "#220027", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYi37rBcEdjanQ7oCPHeFpLM4evcTDwVPuGXYMgvcMD4b", "txHash": "0x4f02f67e9db6a702bed8af099a926e5719ea7f58364ba9ddf0742f4f28a6fcdb", "createdAtBlock": 14958979, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8362, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSDgtRPhNqGffweL1ZCp3zqkQLRiCeDBNdeemNzQUULiw", "name": "Diabolist Hobbs of the Valley", "text": "Turns out, the jokes on them! Public humiliation happens to be a major turn-on for Gimpy. You see, only someone who deeply knows and accepts their true self could find genuine pleasure in such incessant ridicule. Only a wizard with the most solid internal strength could openly celebrate that which society has defined as weakness.\n\n\nThis is why Gimpys smile never fades amidst endless judgment and stigma from other self-righteous wizards, who are surely projecting their own insecurities and boredom, treating him as nothing more than a weakling with a tiny, almost kobold-like brain. Gimpy may appear to be a dumb little bitch, and indeed plays the part naturally. Yet he has access to a level of magic that most will never reach  the magic of authenticity. And no other wizards superficial spells or dick-swinging macho warriors could *ever* take that power away from him.\n\n\nGimpy knows it is better to live freely as an outcast than to betray his truth just to fit into someone elses color-coded box. He is not afraid to fully immerse himself in his purpose  and that purpose is to serve Mina and Atlanta in their quests throughout the Runiverse.\n\n\nGimpy is along for the pony ride, wherever it may take them. He only hopes that embracing his most authentic magic can inspire other wizards to do the same.\n\n\n## * Chapter 2: Introduction to A  *"}
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{"id": "9484350c-b03d-42e5-9d58-329cd94fc08f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:44.122", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWoxzM3HJzH7YiMwHHti54EUqWwidVz44EjUxHsmBmVu", "txHash": "0x7e882d6ac3b2908a97c26d8b95348f31d4c7d069d8196d8af2ad0ad4efffc097", "createdAtBlock": 14156167, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Aubergine of the Wood", "text": "Vegetables initially happy to have a roof over their heads and schools for their sprouts began desiring the latest machines from the Citadel and the finest threads from the Riviera. The collective began fracturing over the split of tokens, who was to blame for a bad listing, and why the yield wasn't higher on the vaults. The shadow's growth hadn't ceased either, and the gentle crops that drove the highest returns began to fail. Aubergine, once a pillar of the community, was falsely accused of several improprieties. While he was eventually acquitted, he felt the damage to his reputation was done, and he grew scornful of the fighting and accusations. Aubergine withdrew back to the wood.\n\nBut the wood was not immune to the growing turmoil of the world, and even Aubergine was having trouble growing his gentle crops. Beasts who rarely risked confrontation with the upright walkers increasingly intruded on his farm, and Aubergine heard stories of strange folk entering the wood. At night, he heard the cries of creatures who feared nothing. He several times swore to have seen glowing eyes peering at him through the trees.\n\nOne day, as Aubergine wandered the wood, he encountered a strange skull upon the soil. He had seen the canaanite and wolfkin people several times in his travels, but the horns on the skull reminded him of neither. He leaned down to inspect the skull further when his mouse, Ail, let out a violent shriek that sent a shiver up Aubergine's vine. The look on Ail's face made clear this was no ordinary skull, so Aubergine quickly distanced himself and hurried back to his farm."}
{"id": "9484350c-b03d-42e5-9d58-329cd94fc08f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:44.122", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWoxzM3HJzH7YiMwHHti54EUqWwidVz44EjUxHsmBmVu", "txHash": "0x7e882d6ac3b2908a97c26d8b95348f31d4c7d069d8196d8af2ad0ad4efffc097", "createdAtBlock": 14156167, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Aubergine of the Wood", "text": "Several weeks passed, but Aubergine could not shake the feeling of the skull. It appeared in his thoughts and his dreams; its form appeared in the soil and rain; its horns appeared in the shadows. Aubergine looked for a similar skull in his books but found none. He asked vegetables in town if they'd heard of such a skull but was met with puzzled stares and laughter. Aubergine's mind had started to rot after too much time in the wood, they said. But none of this could shake the skull from his mind.\n\nAs Aubergine sat at home one day, his mind consumed as usual by the skull, he resolved to go back and find it. He was quickly packing up his gear to leave when he saw Ail staring sadly at him. The mouse had been acting strange ever since they saw the skull, and his dear friend seemed to sense when Aubergine was lost in its thrall. Aubergine's mind was set though, so he gave his friend a pet and set off alone knowing Ail could not bear to go with him.\n\nAubergine's walk to the skull took hours but passed in seconds like a hazy dream. He passed through dense wood and wet marsh but never stopped for directions once as if drawn to its source. As he finally neared the skull, Aubergine felt unnerved as the setting suns cast an eery shadow over the wood, and he noticed not a single blade of grass was disturbed despite weeks of storms. It made no difference, and Aubergine walked directly to the skull. After locking eyes with its icy gaze, he bent over to inspect it further."}
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{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "# The Tale of Beyna and Eizo\n\n***(Read part 1 in Shaman Eizo of the Tower's lore)***\n\n## Part 2 \n\nLook Papa, look! Beyna said. Ive been practicing the shadow animals you showed me. I practiced a lot!\n\nBeynas father glanced at Beyna from where he was sitting, working on the estates accounts. Sure, just a moment, dear. After a few more moments, he closed the account book and went to where his 6-year old daughter sat on the floor, hands held in front of a lantern. \n\nSee, here is the wolf! Beynas fingers contorted, and a rough approximation of a wolfs head appeared as a shadow on the wall. \n\nVery good Beyna, you learned that so quickly!\n\nWait Papa, thats not all, Beyna said seriously. Look at him howl at the moon. \n\nThe shadow wolf suddenly began to move on its own accord. The lords eyes widened and his face blanched as it raised its head upward and contorted, mimicking the motions of its flesh-and-blood counterpart.\n\nIsnt it neat? Beyna said happily. Her expression faltered as she noticed how her trick had affected her father.\n\n*Witch*, whispered the lord. He immediately got up and went to the door. Stay here, he commanded, all warmth gone from his voice. The door shut with a thud, marking the last time Beyna would see either of her parents.\n\n---\n\nEdwin opened his front door in response to repeated, insistent knocking, hours before dawn. He blearily looked at what appeared to be a lords servant, a young girl with a tear-streaked face sniffling beside him.\n\nAre you Edwin the Warlock? the servant asked.\n\nI dont use that title, said Edwin. He sighed. Yes, I am he."}
{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "I dont use that title, said Edwin. He sighed. Yes, I am he. \n\nYou are to take in the lords daughter and instruct her in the magical arts, the servant said. See that she doesnt become a threat to herself or the wider community. And if anyone asks, shes an orphan you happened upon, and nothing more.\n\nAnd nothing more, hmm? Edwins eyes hardened. And how am I supposed to feed another mouth? Times are hard as it is.\n\nThe servant tossed Edwin a small sack that clinked when he caught it. Theyre all gold; that is for your silence on this matter, and should cover her expenses for years to come. And dont forget my lords tolerance of your presence on his lands. The servant promptly returned to his horse and rode off, leaving the young girl behind.\n\n---\n\nBeyna woke up with a start. She was sitting on a chair, bound with ropes, in the center of the living room in Edgars cottage. Her eyes widened as she saw the lines of salt forming occult patterns on the floor. As her eyes darted from side to side, she spotted Edger in the corner of the room, holding a magical tome.\n\nE-Edgar? Sir? Whats going on? she asked. In the seven years she had lived with him, hed never done anything like this before. Although, he had gotten increasingly taciturn over the past few months.\n\nIt is the 13th day after your 13th birthday, Edgar said. A special time, to be certain. And one that will serve me well. He started chanting words in another language, phrases he had not taught her."}
{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "The lines of salt began to glow with arcane energy. Gradually, a dark energy field converged around Beyna and engulfed her. Although it didnt seem to have any physical effect, Beyna felt sick  she felt a *wrongness* to it, as if it were sapping her lifes essence. \n\nEdgar chuckled humorlessly, a greedy cast to his normally impassive features. A maiden in the bloom of her youth, he said, is the perfect vessel for a life transfusion. A stream of energy began to flow from Beyna towards Edgar.\n\nBeyna felt panicked as the wrongness she felt increased. She was certain she wasnt meant to survive this ritual. No, no, no, no no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! she screamed. Suddenly, a glimmering force field expanded around her, pushing back the vampiric energy. The opposing energies struggled against each other for a few moments, and then Beynas force field rushed outward, dissipating the dark energy, scattering the salt, and slamming Edgar against the wall. \n\nBeyna took deep, gulping breaths as the force field faded away. She felt as if she had just run for miles. \n\nEdgar looked shocked, and paler than usual. *Demon*, he whispered under his breath. W- Well, it seems youve passed the test, he said more loudly. \n\nWhat? Beyna said, hugging herself. The ropes binding her had been ripped to shreds by whatever it was she had done. \n\nYes, it was a test of course, Edgar said, grimacing as he struggled back to his feet. I felt I might be reaching the limits of what I could teach you, so a trial was in order. And Im happy to say that youve passed with flying colors! He gave a weak smile that didnt reach his eyes."}
{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "Ill send you to Camelot to study with Merlin, he can teach you more. Edgar fixed his cold gaze on Beyna. And in case you thought this was anything other than a test, I would keep that to yourself. No good will come out of you making wild accusations. And no one would believe you anyway.\n\n------------\n\n\nI promise to always be there for you, to protect you, and help you, and love you, no matter what happens. Eizo stepped forward, took Beynas hands, and looked into her eyes.\n\nThe truth was, Beyna had always adored Eizo. He made her feel confident and alive. He comforted her in her darker moments, even when she couldnt reveal the origins of her feelings.\n\nBut she was afraid of ruining what she already had. Before this moment, she never knew that Eizo saw her as anything more than a friend  and he had a lot of friends, unlike her. And could it be too good to be true? Could she really trust Eizos words? Or would it all go wrong somehow, like it always seemed to for her? Would he hurt her or abandon her when she needed him most?\n\nAll these thoughts rushed through her head in the space of seconds, and she didnt have time to consider them fully. I- Its a lot to process, she heard herself saying, as if from a long distance away. She needed more time, this was too important. But if she hesitated too long, Eizo would assume she didnt feel as he did. *I have to do something!* Beyna thought frantically. I need more time to think!"}
{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "Wordlessly, she instructed Spots, her giant ladybug familiar, to fly to the nearest interesting thing. Ever since she had found him on a forest hike a couple years ago, they had shared a non-verbal, telepathic link. She had done it somehow, although she didnt know exactly how she accomplished half the things she did. \n\nSpots, obedient as ever (except when food was involved) immediately flew off, and she broke the moment with Eizo, running off after her familiar. \n\nThe portal was unexpected, but useful. Only a couple minutes had passed, not nearly enough time for Beyna to sort through her conflicting and deep-seated feelings. \n\nId step back though, we dont know what this thing does, or whether its dangerous, Eizo was saying. \n\nIll be the judge of that, Beyna said, while thinking, *I still need more time - Im sorry Eizo*. Her command of shadows had always been strong.\n\n---\n\n***3 years later***\n\n*Ive been reminiscing too much lately,* Beyna thought as she approached her targets. She needed to stay alert - capturing three wizards was no light matter.\n\nShe hadnt given herself a lot of time to think about the past since she had teleported to the Runiverse. Shed ended up in a rainforest, by a beautiful waterfall. But Eizo had not appeared, as she thought he might. And moments later, shed been chased south by a horde of bugbears. \n\nShed spotted the Dark Sentinel tower, which among other things, housed an association of shadow mages. Theyd taken her in and helped her develop her shadow magic skills, without trying to sacrifice or otherwise take advantage of her as Edgar had. The least she could do in return was go on her current mission."}
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{"id": "8501345b-7d95-40f6-9e26-f0786793abb6-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.929", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX8cSiC5CVt1PyRTXVAGzoRAGMMu1mqRGRSivdpza6evJ", "txHash": "0xbf0ab7eaa03dad917e2c67af476d0cb0663e2088fd916ccff12e5f38915e4ff0", "createdAtBlock": 15314165, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWHZAUoDkLtVALS2XfWPPKKqkeBkUEzczpe9ymgMULgfv", "name": "Shaman Beyna in the Shadows", "text": "Part of me knew you did, Beyna replied. I just thought Id never find you.\n\nIve been looking for you all this time, Eizo said. I never gave up hope. And I havent changed my mind about you. Im not sure what business youre mixed up in, attacking my friends like this, but I can see you didnt really harm them. We can figure this out and make it work, togetherif thats what you want. For the first time, Eizos voice sounded uncertain.\n\nBeynas heart fluttered at these words as she looked deep into his eyes. Eizo was taller and had filled out physically in the years since they had last seen each other, but his feelings were unchanged. She was determined to let him know how she felt this time.\n\nIts what Ive always wanted, ever since I first met you, Beyna said, her voice breaking. I love you. And I need you in my life, always.\n\nShe put her free arm around him to complete their embrace, and raised her lips up to his. This moment in time would be precious, always. For that first moment of passion, but also for the solace of finally finding the home shed always wanted."}
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{"id": "6b0695ba-1694-4f82-a064-68b9e2f349ba-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-10T19:56:02.433", "backgroundColor": "#646e64", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbzxyYXVuTj7JXGY6noLeKjSYQpiB7CJWw5mLMnyNxa9M", "txHash": "0x77e659fad728ab418eb9480b615c5b311e6371b6e08265d881467d611b558ae8", "createdAtBlock": 15316320, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6503, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necro Frog Nixie of the Shell", "text": "# Necro Frog Nixie of the Shell\n\n_Chapter 1_\n\nIt was grey when Nixie came to. He was lying on his side and the dense fog made him feel like he was on a cloud with the mangled branches of swamp shrubbery punctuating the haze. He smelled the extinguished campfire and felt the wetness in the air of the swamp. His companion Ana was gone and so were the murderous Corvids. Strangely, he felt no pain despite the brutal tussle with the black birds. \n\nNixie looked in the reflection of the standing water not covered by a layer of fog and saw that his normally green face was now a skull with small, glowing emerald eyes. Nixie collapsed onto his knees and felt the cracked boniness of his new visage. Out of the swamp-water slithered his asp, which was now a semi-translucent white ghost. It wrapped itself around Nixie's neck like an immaterial garrote.\n\n*Where is Ana?*, thought the disconsolate soul of this formerly viridescent Anuran. He had fallen in love with Ana at Alessar's Keep, promised to teach her his magic, and tried to defend her from the Corvids' assault of the night prior.\n\nAs Nixie let out a soprano scream, he knew he must exact revenge."}
{"id": "7ee48a95-82f3-43e6-93f2-92673dfa4699-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:46.407", "backgroundColor": "#280f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT5bJHh7ZSH3qF78F7SCuek4RW9EdnynZcBpshoqrtYXb", "txHash": "0xb8940415c14264801194e08b85e255c8e48b31907922885913a9952dedc546d2", "createdAtBlock": 14156476, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2247, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Isaac of the Oasis", "text": "Ribbit, ribbit. Ribbit, ribbit.\n\nIn the name of Hades, quiet down, toad! I should have left you in that damned marsh. Erm...apologies old friend. I'm on edge, in preparation for another attempt at harnessing Thor's power. At times I question whether sacrificing humanity to continue to rejuvenate Zaros is a worthy use of our arts. Why do the Forgotten Souls want my homeland restored anyway?\n\nWe're going to need to tempt another simpleton for use in the ritual. Hmm...luring another brown hat should prove to be quite easy with the promise of an Eleusinian Mysteries Initiation, and of course, some green mushrooms.\n\nRibbit...ribbit.\n\nWhat!? You ate the last mushroom Froggy? Your addiction will be the death of us if we can't get a storm raging soon. Off to the harem; I need not fraternize with those unsavory types, but they do always have a stash of shrooms. We must be sure to not allow ourselves to become beguiled by another Charmer this time though.\n\nRibbit, ribbit?\n\nI resent the insinuation Froggy, these trousers come from my days as an entertainer at the harem. Not by other means. They do still fit quite nicely on me though, don't they?\n\nCroak."}
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{"id": "93bd7d17-8dd0-427e-99fa-aed5e1d92cb3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T06:39:45.972", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPDvYmYNVUKSsrd5jmpqnkyc2uEV35CkYdQxkEXArNPZE", "txHash": "0xea01a6584605a9c40e66fc226fb874699d7a1377edcf72ce0299394814c561c7", "createdAtBlock": 15158630, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10750, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Jack Shaver of the Lowlands", "text": "There he stood, Jack Shaver of the Lowlands, determined and full of anger... \n\nrage...\n\nhatred...\n\nHe mumbled to himself through a thick lisp,\n\n\"Why do they make these friggin sheaths so tight? Why not give them a little wiggle room? You have to assume that when one is skilled enough to forge a weapon as fierce as the saber that they might also consider the comfort and convenience of its sheath. I guess not. Well there goes 20 minutes I'll never have back. 20 minutes I could have been pillaging villagers and dismembering foes. 20 friggin minutes trying to get this deadly blade back into its friggin sheath just so I don't cut my friggin leg of while I'm walking!\"\n\n...and so he soldiered on, deadly saber mostly back into its poorly designed sheath, ready to conquer more of the Lowlands and its peaceful, but woefully unprepared inhabitants."}
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{"id": "491e506e-82fa-4d14-be52-088c14041415-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-27T08:02:34.997", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdHWJKuSjps7aHNJQWeqm8j32HwCGoEKsZD9Sa6A59kBM", "txHash": "0x11971671888df59d1321ee20185f180aa7d35a950a93fd621212bc0784986507", "createdAtBlock": 15223297, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2623, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTwWw567GFv1PF3amQ9ocrGwMAJggr1rCpQmz3WGKMGBM", "name": "Sorcerer Celah of the Rock", "text": "# *Cluny the Peyote Skulled Monkey Sorcerer*\n*art by @Adillemma*\n# \n\n*Two moons*  \nhave waxed and waned since the peyote spirits translocated Sorcerer Celah's mind into the body of Cluny the monkey familiar, and likewise Cluny the monkey's mind into the human shell. \n\n*Two moons* and the peyote spirits whisper still, day and night. At night! Oh, at night... simian dreams are seeping through... Sorcerer Celah in monkey body, dreaming monkey dreams at night...\n\n\"Cluny! Call me Cluny!\" the tiny monkey sorcerer declared upon waking one morning.  \"*Cluny...*\" the peyote spirits whispered back.  \"Celah is no more. Celah is dead.\"\n\nAnd indeed, although not dead, the human body was no longer quite alive either. Extremely frustrated by the physical limitations of the human shell, the monkey mind did not mesh well inside Celah's former body.  The monkey mind was wracked with nightmares. An evil gallu demon drifting through the dreamworld possessed the body and destroyed the monkey mind. Celah the human body, now a mount for the gallu demon, separated from Cluny the Monkey Sorcerer (formerly Celah's consciousness). Gallu/Celah has sired many offspring in the short time since, as demons are wont to do.\n\n\"*You must take this saw and cut off the top of your skull*\" whispered the peyote spirits. \"*Just the top. Cut it off.  Your skull.*\"\n\nCluny the Monkey Sorcerer picked up the small crescent saw and carefully removed the top of his skull.\n\"*Place the peyote in your skull,*\" the spirits whispered."}
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{"id": "4a0b8443-b031-48fd-b7fa-ddf28e75bf20-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:04:00.291", "backgroundColor": "#0b0606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYyGbTyBrNa6Znjn5ESskUHL9TL3VdARMfmr3vCRoTed7", "txHash": "0x91764aec89cfc282753679d78014f9dd6c052723caa91877754b655281510c7f", "createdAtBlock": 13759131, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfAeR37uqD6JYBM6DWaRi7gXiv5hm9wMjZGjJHmG1qHBd", "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Galatea of the Heath\n\n     \n\n \n\n      \n\nLithobates\n\n     Galatea shut the garden gate and headed out into her familys land. In the morning sun she walked to the east for a distance and then pivoted to the north. She continued this pattern until her home was not in view and then walked on farther. After a few minutes she stopped and scanned the horizon several times for anyone moving around. Seeing no one, she sat down in a field of heather.\n\n     Reaching deep into her left boot, she pulled out her Moms necklace. Galatea massaged her temple and exhaled deeply while staring at it. Since the ambush, it had been hidden in the lining. Turning the locket in several directions she studied the triangular shape and the symbol engraved into it. She thought to herself, Why was mom so desperate for me to keep this safe and hide it? Galatea rubbed the top of the necklace, paused and scanned her surroundings. Only the gentle breeze moved. Her face scowled as she leaned in and pressed the rune of air much harder and sat up straight. This time even the wind was quiet. Putting on the necklace she opened her eyes wide and listened and waited. A faint noise turned her attention to the forest.\n\n     The plants under the trees started to move. Coming out of the woods hopping towards her was a young green bullfrog. Galatea realized it was coming directly at her."}
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{"id": "63c4c5fa-118b-4440-8829-a7dcad235cfe-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T21:30:34.831", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXdQpea7shoHhRxn7fsqZdbC1Kw6i7pJ7ifpU4N7fmAwg", "txHash": "0x7d206a313f188f1875048be2e3123db7d0f7e2436acfadb1d5fc4fdf4b7b8e29", "createdAtBlock": 15323062, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1850, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Rachel Champion of Worlds", "text": "# Rachel Champion of Worlds\n\n_Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.\nWilliam Shakespeare, Twelfth Night_\n\nTheres no lie in the sentence that greatness comes with a single opportunity. The thing is most of us will never have that, but even if that opportunity comes, theres a big chance that you have to lose yourself to that decision. That might sound too dramatic, but let me tell you my story, there's many ways to remind us that our opportunities always have a catch. Anyway it's hard to believe that if you are in the bottom there's anything for us that wont come with a prize.\n\nI'm from one of the colonies in the forgotten side of the system. A slavery port filled with the outcast of the empire, have never been or seen as citizen, always been nothing to all of them. Raised between the snakes, the hunger and the thirst. Are any of you able to judge me?\n\nThe history of me that you might be interested in started in a tournament, The Empire Circus, it was a series of gladiator fights that ended in the surrending or dead of your adversary, every slave port in the Empire was able to participate with their best warriors, it was the only path that could give you the citenship, wealth and recognition in the whole empire."}
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{"id": "e9f07901-e297-4f14-b75e-05f8f593d45c-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T21:42:51.687", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbmpNXaEsHt6zVMyqPne9AHqm2cThXEph4JNRQwMXeyQ4", "txHash": "0xf33e65f885ca924c9de7762cc88ab9564cc95a5509a983f94b43f44238fc72b4", "createdAtBlock": 15323116, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1936, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Aurelia Demolisher of Muscle Mountain", "text": "# Aurelia Demolisher of Muscle Mountain\n\n_One had better die fighting against injustice than die like a dog or a rat in a trap.\nIda B. Wells_\n\nI was not born as a warrior, but Im from a mining town and there you gotta be born tough; tons of heavy work in the dark, the dirt and the heat build us strong and resilient. Our mines were not easy at all but the reward was generous, that was our doom, the stories of our prosperity runned fast to the ears of the most infamous thieves, we knew it so we started improving our army with instruction and proper guns and armor, sadly even with our shiny guns of the most powerful steel our people still werent the best in the art of war, we were still an easy win for a well trained army.\n\nThis wasnt my case, quickly I developed great skills with the maze and I earned the title of Demolisher, I was proud and couldnt wait to be proved in real battle, sadly my desire became real in matter of weeks, and the result was total humiliation and the lost of our city, the ones who couldnt scape were murder with no hesitation. I swear revenge there wasnt anything else in my mind after that day.\n\nAfter a year of preparation I had a team and a plan, we werent enough to properly reconquer our home but I had a plan to sabotage and destroy the whole mountain, if our town and our mines wouldn't be ours, wouldnt be of anyone else. Theres no greatness in looted land so we didnt have any kind of compassion for any of them and started our plan."}
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{"id": "4ad1fdce-51c6-44a1-a732-a27769cc202b-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T21:45:36.64", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWUjXC7VR2rR7tSnkF3GKKpNvmqXBy1w9h5aF8KphAdcF", "txHash": "0x62a7bc33c2a062f72f0e282473145b505b086fe3e0b3080c893fc4a4ca0f73f6", "createdAtBlock": 15323129, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1851, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Warden Dispatcher of Rats", "text": "# Warden Dispatcher of Rats\n\n_There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.\n Ernest Hemingway_\n\nIm Warden, its odd how my name was made to keep my servitude. I have never been a pawn, I have never been replaceable in our novelty, my class is far away from the ones to forget. For the same reason, cant been dumb or naive. At the end our titles are just part of this game of power, so reason will be always aware of our madness. Don't ask me about it, what is it? Am I Plato? Im sure Im not, but let me tell you, that in all the edge of life youll be aware that simple answers are always closer to the truth.\n\nIm not a superstar in my community, but for the same reason I kept myself dangerous to my enemies. What do you think about dealing with an unknown enemy? Im pretty sure it would be a bigger threat, the unknown, knows how to mess with our mind, especially if you are as lethal as me. Ill be lying if I tell you that my hopes and dreams are not full of the submission and death of my enemies, my plans are accurate and have no vainglory, Ill never undervalue an enemy. Believe if Im killing you, Ill measure every single way to take you down. Also be proud, I wont waste my time in a meaningless life, its almost a gift to feel my deathly blade on your flesh, it will mean that a rat like you had matter in this world, even being trouble to our greater cause."}
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{"id": "dcf2d0b1-25c4-413e-b3bc-38c982e75e79-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T21:59:29.869", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbjgwrKcE2NctFaJDFhNexM1u5JWusCigffC5y1jrtnp8", "txHash": "0x4e95db7b6d3b7ab4594fe9a156670cdc756a79dfaf520040500247333831a9db", "createdAtBlock": 15323190, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4373, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Diana Conqueror of Goblin Town", "text": "# Diana Conqueror of Goblin Town\n\n_\"Only the dead have seen the end of war.\"\n Plato _\n\nLet me tell you a little about my title, not because it has a meaning, just because it is as vain as death itself and reminds me that my conquests are meaningless to my soul but sadly that's what matters in this world. War was always part of my life, theres not much more than this thirst of blood, frenesi and the urges for power. I have never had a title, the only one that was given to me was conqueror of goblin town and in that moment I was already a slave. \n\nThat taught me that youll never have a title to protect your own. It is not a shame itself, but Im sure my glory is far from it. At the end just remind me that every time I thought I reached real glory, was just a battle for someone else and a bit of oxygen for staying alive, it was just me desperate trying to subsist. Thats how I knew the elite was given in a path of knowless and hypocrisy and accepted for the ones that have lost any kind of judgment. I was that kind of man when I got my title, but now I know I want more than this, I deserve it and I will fight for it."}
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{"id": "502a997a-67a7-436d-ba09-1dff89627373-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:11:25.58", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNXiNd9DqcM9ZeQhJTkfu8Z4Q5CwndB74XtvXzMgepFHJ", "txHash": "0x8b459d9f8521ee51b828b46ea01ae168733b7911fcd7c300512c35ec110b3618", "createdAtBlock": 15323246, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9255, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Sharif Knockout of the Hall", "text": "# Sharif Knockout of the Hall\n\n_The true ethical test is not only the readiness to save the victims, but also - even more, perhaps - the ruthless dedication to annihilating those who made them victims.\n Slavoj iek _\n\nMy history is not about revenge, its actually about justice, and for the same reasons is way more violent than a simple murder or torture history. The clue here is that the act of violence must purge and redempt all of us. Its the journey to send them all to hell, where they belong. My name is Sharif Knockout of the Hall, and this is the history of how brutal justice must be.\n\nI was born and raised in a little nation, barely powerful, barely nationalist, barely aware of their own social fabric, barely aware of freedom. Might be nostalgia but when you realize you lost the base of your existence, in terms of community and individuality you start guessing what did they leave to you? Is there any existence left beyond our community and our individuality? The answer is pretty simple, slavery. Its funny how they believe freedom and community are dichotomous, its funny how servilism is part of their progress, its lame how the slaves have agree with them. Heatread should rise in coherence with this corruption, coherence its a matter of dignity and progress.\n\nIm from the streets of a dystopian city in the desert, the mecha of industry and services, factories and enterprises with incredibly high utilities and makers of commodities of all kinds that are exported to all around the world. And as happens in this kind of urban places also it has the highest levels of inequality; concentration of capital might give faster results in matter of getting more money, mainly because our education has a lack of teamwork beyond vertical standards, and in the best scenario this makes a world of ships and shepherds, but as usually happens it became into a city of sharks where you cant trust anyone."}
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{"id": "64b80a26-ce42-46e6-b03f-ac0cadc1e12a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T01:08:37.989", "backgroundColor": "#000f10", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW2PxrrKM4vEFrSPNXWKD6nyGPndhR12TnXUwWz62zYtr", "txHash": "0xcfa23fe06f6d93154512186b645efd897cf97e0d48729046b928b2c67034bfad", "createdAtBlock": 15150677, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2736, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Fang Crumbler of the Arena", "text": "# The Doors of Perception\n\n\n### We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies -- all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. \"\n\n *Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception; written under the influence of mescaline.*\n\n---\n\nFang, Crumbler of the Arena, is here to guide cult members on a mescaline journey towards their higher selves that they may have lost along the way  or, perhaps, never knew. As a mescaline warrior, he is a warrior of the mind. This is not about ego death, exactly. We need our egos to survive. It is more of a placing of the ego as it fits in the workings of the Runiverse and beyond.\n\nWill you seize the opportunity to level up?\n\nOr will you take another blue pill?\n\nIt's up to you.\n#"}
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{"id": "138e199e-0a0f-4ced-b96d-5333e3d2d7d3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:12.777", "backgroundColor": "#45311c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYk7uHfDbGxukygADfVnhx7eKQSJw65tVqGaWVSg5gXk", "txHash": "0x988d960f54f48f5bcb49728a26c2a3abf56b1ee3b642050317276fabdcce15d1", "createdAtBlock": 13825144, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Hothor of the Lake", "text": "# Prologue \n\n\tA spyglass assisted view from Blue Wizard Bastion to the southwest reveals just the sparse beginnings of the forest that cloaks Dream Master Lake. Just behind the first groves of trees, a peaceful village and monastery sit in quiet contemplation. But it was not always a quiet, nor tranquil place to contemplate ones existence. Around a decade ago, a pair of blue wizard researchers eagerly put their new brainwave technology to the testwithout the recommended Ethics Committee approval. \n\n\n\tA series of magical relays were placed leading into the forest, and from a makeshift laboratory outside the bastions walls, the wizards began their experiments. Quickly growing eager to test their theories, they looked for a forest creature that could provide them with the quality of data that they desired. Recklessly, they decided on one of the most intelligentthe great owl. Some incantations later, a set of !magic program functions along with some test commands were uploaded and installed within any owl near their relay. The upload succeeded; and the owls awoke to foreign thoughts operating in their conscious awareness.\n\n\n\tThe stubborn owls immediately set themselves to the task of understanding this persistent nagging. The wizards collected and analyzed the data, and the owls sat in meditation, interrupted only by brief, inexplicable periods of mental stress. The wizards congratulated themselves, and were excited to attempt their next exploit. Unfortunately for them, their code was poorly optimized for the owl runtime environment, and certainly not lightweight. Determined to return to their normal state, the Great Owls refused to accept this new normal."}
{"id": "138e199e-0a0f-4ced-b96d-5333e3d2d7d3-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:12.777", "backgroundColor": "#45311c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYk7uHfDbGxukygADfVnhx7eKQSJw65tVqGaWVSg5gXk", "txHash": "0x988d960f54f48f5bcb49728a26c2a3abf56b1ee3b642050317276fabdcce15d1", "createdAtBlock": 13825144, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Hothor of the Lake", "text": "One by one, each owl focused inward and discovered the logical structures the wizards magic had created within. What they saw was puzzlingtroubling, even; and yet, they realized they had already adapted. Taking back executive control, the owls disabled the intrusive processes dedicated to sudden and inefficient data transmission, and each began to explore the depths of its own psyche. When they discovered the functions for owl-to-owl networking, a real renaissance occurred. Suddenly, they were communicating and building shared knowledge. Soon, they started performing cluster computing. Decimating the local rodent population for the required calories, the owls finally succeeded and cast their first decentralized spell. Fully exposing the network of magical relays, the meddlers lab appeared on their conscious awareness. They started channeling yet another spell\n\n\n\tThe wizards had gone back to the bastion to enjoy their success, but returned to see their laboratory completely reclaimed by nature. All their electromagical equipment, full of their precious data, was destroyed: split by roots and half-buried in a layer of fresh soil. A few young trees strained against the ceiling, threatening to bring the whole place down! The amateur wizards fled, fearing that they had angered some powerful spirit of the forest. When they returned to the bastion, their university professor greeted them at the gatesapparently a little bird had told him something! The experiments would not be continued, at least not by those two."}
{"id": "138e199e-0a0f-4ced-b96d-5333e3d2d7d3-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:12.777", "backgroundColor": "#45311c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYk7uHfDbGxukygADfVnhx7eKQSJw65tVqGaWVSg5gXk", "txHash": "0x988d960f54f48f5bcb49728a26c2a3abf56b1ee3b642050317276fabdcce15d1", "createdAtBlock": 13825144, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Hothor of the Lake", "text": "Back in the forest, all was calm for many years. The owls had no reason to change their ways; the forest had everything they needed and was their home. They spent years pondering the nature of their being and the Runiverse they inhabited. However, as their horizons expanded, so too did their fear. Some owls had dedicated themselves to divination in order to look out across the world; and the fearsome things they saw frightened them: the Quantum Shadow, the Psychic Leap, and all sorts of monsters of a nightmarish quality. Even humans, with their complex motivations, could be a threat.\n\n\n\tThese things worried the owls; but they were not powerless, and they also knew that they could make allies. Deciding to leave their mark on the worldcarve their rune upon the door, they prepared what would be their most powerful spell. For nearly a year they conjured, staking their magical essence into the wide circle of runes etching into the stone floor of the cleaning. Four owls, the most wise and dedicated to the cause, flew down and stood just inside the circle of runes, and the spell was cast. A great chain of sigils, bathed in a pillar of warm light, gently descended from the heavens to inscribe themselves into the runic circle. As the final seal landed into place, light engulfed the forest floorand no being, owl or otherwise, dared try to witness...\n\n\n\tWhen the night sky finally showed the stars once more, reopened eyes landed upon four great statues of polished stone. Their hopes and dreams made manifest, the owls retired from spellcasting and rested, waiting for their new friends to find their way home."}
{"id": "6a8f52fc-20cb-465d-b949-cedd31d96ce0-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-14T21:12:58.286", "backgroundColor": "#050017", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcJvLmjx8SdN7WRdD7SHtHQXXoxAk1qYcuAuXbtGd2XXU", "txHash": "0xf9cfce76317e12e0618745a2ee9b1d0c10fa0f1dbb03c8747edc8b15b5faa9f3", "createdAtBlock": 15380704, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 213, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shamus the Brave", "text": "Glimmering rays of the full moon shone upon a small knoll. The tall mounds of wood and leaves, around Shamus, danced in the harsh icy wind as snow began to fall. The burble of a nearby creek echoed throughout the grassland, and a fire crackled and hissed just above Shamus. The old wizard dismounted and tucked his magical staff into a pouch on the side of Shamus' saddle. He relieved himself of his footwear before tucking himself into the short dry grass of the hillside and propping his feet up by the fire. With a pipe in hand and his brim tucked over his wrinkled face, the wizard dozed off into a deep sleep. The growl of his snores kept Shamus awake, though Shamus had no sleep to waste. There was a long and arduous journey ahead of him."}
{"id": "d2d773b9-9959-448b-a88b-bf9fe378cd6d-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-14T21:08:46.473", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQy4ZRSnYyjfhZrLYZNcQiBm5xTshf3yraEuJBiFqpDzw", "txHash": "0x865219a31ce8b1027f44fa229ff17e071cc6791b60ff2feebbf4947670684a68", "createdAtBlock": 15593079, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7562, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "William Stabber of Rats", "text": "# William the Magic Warrior\n\n## A Humble Beginning:\n\n\nWilliam was an odd character. There was often an aura of mystery about him. * Legend had it that he was a great hero, endowed by the gods themselves. Though he seemed completely passable. Nothing of him seemed out of the ordinary and certainly not extraordinary. \n\nWilliam could be found on the fringes of The Fey. He often spent his day fishing, foraging in the forest and speaking with odd wizards that left him in a state of perceptual awe. He was in love with all magic and seemed intrinsically drawn to it. Though he did not posses magic himself. \n\nOn long excursions to nearby villages, William passed by many folk. Though never did he once see anyone whom particularly interested him. H was a solitary man, who preferred to keep to himself. He did not even feel connection to the many beast and critters of the fey, but rather, quite annoyed with them. \n\nWilliam had heard an ancient tale that seemed to speak of him. In his younger years the village astrologer had William's parents convinced that he was Wiltus, a legendary hero of the Runiverse, destined to be born soon. The village much anticipated his birth, hoping that it would be the event that put them on the map and opened up better trade opportunities. However, his birth cause much disappointment. \n\nAnd so, William worked as a mercenary. He would take jobs in slaying monsters or fighting in nearby skirmishes. He made a good warrior and he was satisfied with his way of life. \n\nEnd of Book I\n\n---\n---\n---"}
{"id": "d2d773b9-9959-448b-a88b-bf9fe378cd6d-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-14T21:08:46.473", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQy4ZRSnYyjfhZrLYZNcQiBm5xTshf3yraEuJBiFqpDzw", "txHash": "0x865219a31ce8b1027f44fa229ff17e071cc6791b60ff2feebbf4947670684a68", "createdAtBlock": 15593079, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7562, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "William Stabber of Rats", "text": "End of Book I\n\n---\n---\n---\n\n*An ancient manuscript in the Runiverse read:\n> In the early Years of the Monarch God, A-Tul slew Solan, God of Light, and in his act endowed three mortal men with his power. Shortly after A-Tul,God of Wrath, decended from Elysium to Adamah, becoming the mortal Illander. After the death of Illander and at the beginning of the Solar Years Adumek was born, the first of three mortals endowed by A-Tul. The last of these men was Osirion, Scorn of Adamah, born many thousand years after the death of Adumek, Smith of Azan. In the middle of these warriors was born Wiltus, known as William, he who slew Rattus.\n\nThis manuscript was believed to have been penned by the @wizard0 himself. Though it is not certain."}
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{"id": "f7973972-8e39-44c4-a8a0-932e066d152e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:24:12.872", "backgroundColor": "#8e4428", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcVWZPfcUz4rFEV6V1czH3h9SZugLgad6QFte5ADr9orj", "txHash": "0xa3a159f4f0eab48139972c41cf348d1794842016e7132aac0d8f6a0146594247", "createdAtBlock": 14165704, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8393, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Celeste of the Hall", "text": "# Rescued\n\nA commoner had been watching the wizards, never knowing when he might befriend one of their number. Weeks passed, with no wizard catching his eye.\n\nUntil one day, he noticed a purple-haired magician and her cat, sitting amongst a crew of 80, she stood out.\n\nHe noticed, she was ... unique.\n\nOne of 33, her midas rod twinkling to his eye.\n\nIn a snap, he knew she was the one, and their adventure began."}
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{"id": "c0b51df8-fc33-4a00-be2f-a1eff2f37635-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-15T23:29:06.885", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYP7jtusJrcrtwDuzZHDuUGuL29ZgaGiamWsLk6MRT4y", "txHash": "0xc5c548e87da738b18b375281270f74b6779490a8b7f2935cbecb0d0f4aaf8472", "createdAtBlock": 15348902, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12843, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Tank Protector of the North", "text": "A lone warrior wandered the markets along the wharfs of Kelpie's Bay. A tank with no companion or rune, armed with a partisan and simple round shield. The opportunity had arisen more than once to replace this simple shield, but it had held up through countless battles, and held back hordes of enemies. Tank Protector of the North wandered the markets in search of companions to rebuild his adventuring party, The Claw of the Chaos Chimera. \n\tAny good party must include members with strengths that complement each other. Tank's defense is impenetrable, but because of this, he lacked the means to finish many enemies on his own. The best offense is a good defense, but only to a certain extent. While in the wharf he noticed a particularly boisterous pirate, shouting orders at those unloading the casks of liquor from her ship. \n       Typically, he would not have given this pirate a second look, but a detail on the side of her ship piqued his curiosity. \"Nos was here\" crudely written above one of the gunports. Tank had seen this detail before, while on Aldo's Isle recruiting the dragoon @warrior12844. \n\"Nos was here\" Tank shouted, which silenced @warrior3966 mid-shout. This also seemed to arouse the interest of several others near the dock. \"Get inside quick you muscle bound idiot\" @warrior3966 shouted back. \"Those words are not meant for mortal ears!\". One of the laborers escorted  Tank to the captain's quarters. Immediately he noticed the map on the Navigator's table was covered in crude drawings. \"Nos was Here.\" \"Come for the cream, stay for the meme\" Scribbled all over. @warrior3966 sat in a chair hunched over the Navigator's table as the doors shut behind them."}
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{"id": "0072513c-d8e8-48a8-b8ec-66df4307f5e0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:17.606", "backgroundColor": "#5f3012", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmegj2gvbw2NhkDwJjX4khf89WGtLJNynqJpDMzBUqEnnJ", "txHash": "0x58ad9179180cea69ecfb944373e01f94ed97aa4d0335a494f90b7414481007af", "createdAtBlock": 14775402, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4578, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Blade Dispatcher of the Road", "text": "# Blade Dispatcher of the Road\n\nThe air was heavy and cool in the valley. The thick fog rolled across the dense forest floor as our hero descended further into the deep narrow valley. The compression felt comforting against his body. The lack of visibility did not. He continued down, following the game trails. Although, he could not yet see the winding creek, he could hear the water rushing around the rocks below. \n\nHe wanted to stop and check the map, but the fog had engulfed everything, and he couldnt see his own hands clutching his bow. He needed to reach the fallen trees covered in mushrooms. There would be his best chance to find a Dirt Pig. Their incredible sense of smell made them a valuable ally in the deep valleys blanketed in thick foreboding fog. He had packed many items specifically for the task of befriending a Dirt Pig: *Apple cores, corn cobs, an old head of cabbage*. These delicacies would surely be enough to win over a newfound companion and together locate the secret hatch door. \n\nHe stopped suddenly as the sent of Kobold crossed his nostrils. He was close. He could smell their stench even days after they were gone. The smell of Kobold was strong enough, many could smell it, but a Dirt Pig would be able to smell them underground and track them as they moved throughout their elaborate network of tunnels. \n\nHe reached the bottom of the valley and the sound of pigs rooting for mushrooms could be heard above the rushing waters. A smile crept across his lips."}
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{"id": "5da609b4-d3a0-4318-a992-d1be86e444ad-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T00:02:28.335", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeKoY11ks2RZ2xDZNH5fB14vRW42Kqt7ZWMmb2N6JGL3", "txHash": "0xfe0aaa8fcda3624ce10cac144c3585cb8f39d41a58254041a56ca0a1aed4e7e7", "createdAtBlock": 15349061, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12582, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Farkle Vanquisher of Light", "text": "# Farkle Fights for Feline Freedom \n\n_Farkle vanquisher of the light earned his name from the Temple of searings not long after the great rune battle. But how he got his name is a story for another time today I will be telling you about how he met his companion_\n\nFarkle lived alone in a cave not far outside of the Green Wizard City. Often he would travel into the city for supplies for his long trips across the Elysian Fields. Farkle was a courier of sorts; a courier of death. \n\nFarkle had a code.\n\nFarkle head honor. \n\nFarkle had beef. He had beef with many a wizard and warrior alike.\n\n**Big beef.**\n\nAnd as a cave dwelling Imp all of this was fine to Farkle. Farkle was not fancy farkle was simple. \n\nOn farkle's travels he would stop in towns along the way and visit the bounty boards. On One such venture farkle made camp not far from the road and as he was settling in eating his zucchini sausage he heard a tussle not far away. Farkle grabbed his katana and his sausag-cchini and went forth towards the noise. As he got closer he realized these were not man but beast. A wild pack of hyenas were very upset about something. They stood around the base of a large tree crying and yelping. Examining the higher reaches of the tree farkle notice to small feline shaped figure clinging to a branch. He stepped out from the brush and howled \n>\"Farkle says BE GONE!\""}
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{"id": "9e6330d5-5534-4765-b12d-88e8b65caedd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:41.968", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQh6kox9FkrFX4seK9MbNbUqfHxqiDW5H6PUqgkJgpHxu", "txHash": "0x154e3627fc9bea274fec7f8167708cb39af517212292d2bfd999a1abea8f1ae7", "createdAtBlock": 14175980, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9503, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Khudalf of the Berg", "text": "# The Lore of Ice Mage Khudalf of the Berg\n\nThough ice mage Khudalf may not appear to be the most menacing wizard as he is armed with naught but a dumb stick. Khudalf is joined on his quest by his trusty familiar and secret weapon, the swamp bullfrog Ferdinand.\n \nThe friendly little familiar known as Ferdinand is not a true bullfrog but rather a manifestation of Khudalf's true powers, locked away and hidden for safekeeping. \n\nBack in his battlemage years, Khudalf wore his power around his neck literally. Khudalf's powers manifested into an Ice Amulet that served as a conduit that powered all of Khudalf's ice magic. \n\nThis amulet was both a blessing and a curse - with this powerful conduit always around his neck Khudalf was ready to fight at a moment's notice. This came in handy as Khudalf often found himself engaged in epic battles as he traveled the Runiverse. However, this amulet contained untold power which could be used as a gateway to immense riches. This led to Khudalf always having a target on his back and ferocious challengers seeking him out to steal his amulet. \n \nKhudalf's skills, experience, and ferocity as a battlemage always led to his victory but after decades of questing through the Runiverse, Khudalf began to grow weary and long for a simple life in a forest village and to return to his brown hat roots."}
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{"id": "b5b79d7c-444e-4e39-9552-eb1d355f5f2d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:45.63", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWrKJX4ZQxvFoEby1VeC1DRb7ifgeoNXtYQEAJddbZtcA", "txHash": "0x4126b4f572c2facb50c1814d1ecb90d7ae6d7a189a5d61778354c0cafa93d44e", "createdAtBlock": 14176438, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 229, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wild Mage Jiang of the Mount", "text": "# Jiang Flurryblown\n\nHe knew all at once that there was a place for him and yet that he would never belong. Chaos followed him.\n\n> I am not sure he will ever know love.  \n> *Populus the Crest*\n\n### A time and place. A lost friend and new beginning.\n\nPip had always loved to be with Jiang. On the day that Jiang was looking for his lost coin. Pip was in tow. So as it were that the coin was found, Pip was looking on from the side. As Jiang's fingers touched the copper that he had searched for many days, fire sprung. It leapt and searched for corners of the room. Alas, it stopped short of the corner and buried its furry into Pip. Flames ruled that day as Pip loved no more, but in Jiang, a new fire was woken. How could this power be in an errant finger. I must know this Chaos."}
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{"id": "f171da7b-d126-49c8-81bf-694b50086b63-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:41.285", "backgroundColor": "#6688a0", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVZ2iPKUZWeyZYLnzy5eNwmYjMYydfbs5m436Rb8ZtR35", "txHash": "0xe27e220cebd66dbac7bd9ed2c63f0833e0e6547966b0f2249e45898799f5118c", "createdAtBlock": 14176039, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3964, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWPkcgawRFkyS76s6nNrRpVEaAPjd2htSfGNVbfxLwUXh", "name": "Aeromancer Celah of the Reach", "text": "## Sacks of Gold, a Juggling Monkey\n\n_We join our heroes racing through the Runiverse in a Pixlton Napier Intercontinental... a transdimensional spell gone wrong? A folding of space propelled by the Quantum Shadow? We ask ourselves, \"are they speeding away from something... or to it?\"_\n\n_Without warning, we find ourselves behind a camera. Themse music starts playing..._\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jswHsTJQL_c\n\n**The camera pans in** on @wizard3964's face framed through the windshield. Bald head sticking out the sunroof (along with countless bags of gold coins). He glances at @wizard2722 in disbelief, but quickly returns his gaze straight ahead.\n\n> Celah: BLIMEY, MATE! That was the dog's breakfast. What a walkabout. What were we thinking?!\n\nThe camera switches to the driver's side window. Crowley is deep in concentration. Ignoring Celah? Or thinking about how to respond? It's obvious both wizards don't know how to address what just happened to them.\n\nCrowley leans to the left and reaches down with his right hand. Wincing, it looks like he's in pain. **BAM* * He throws something up on the dash. \n\nWe quickly see that it's a gun holster and... a badge? And it's covered in something red... blood?\n> Celah: Crickey, Crowley? Are you taking the piss? I can't believe you still got your badge. Still a copper? Bugger off!\n\nCrowley stares hard at Celah. Only taking short glances ahead, he continues to stare for 30 seconds. His expression is fixed. It feels like an eternity of silence. Suddenly..."}
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{"id": "f3a1a881-9954-4ba6-a4e2-cd680fa3566e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:53.235", "backgroundColor": "#3c8fb8", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTj3STzQZPt7A2Bwj2hM177G77zYGnSvaDPpFyizBtqFM", "txHash": "0xe0dc830b2f553514effe5f0253f5fa222098b40f8d6c25335db7d5250dda9e1a", "createdAtBlock": 14180233, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 337, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHCUK5booY7RMpCMBfbzP1KtN6e59FN6JRyDDxMaNbpJ", "name": "Nyx the Ruthless", "text": "*\n## Nyx the Ruthless\n*\n\n\nThe first memory Nyx has is of waking up in the absolute pure darkness, on the shores of an ocean, in a faraway land. Yet she was not afraid of the dark. Far from it, she felt at peace. The reason for this feeling would unfold over time.\n\nNyx was adopted by a herd of mystical black stallions and though she was not a stallion herself, she quickly and confidently adapted their ways. Early on, the stallions recognized that Nyx was no normal pony. In fact, she possessed such exceptional power and beauty that the stallions feared her. \n\nOver time, Nyx became the natural leader of the herd and something odd began to happen. Older stallions would perish and new youngsters would be born, yet year after year and decade after decade, Nyx never seemed to age. Nyx often would ride out into the dunes in the dark of night and ponder her purpose. She had visions of demons arriving on their shores and a great battle ensuing. So one thing Nyx knew for certain: she would have her herd prepared to defend their land at all costs. \n\nLittle did she know, the horse Gods of old had been watching her ever since she came into the world..."}
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{"id": "47746c98-8ea8-485c-9257-0be0b56ebb1e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:26:59.161", "backgroundColor": "#5c2d72", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWcsrp1rsmWUFWonrdwEvm1sP8TmmwpaTjuSXyAkX9fVV", "txHash": "0xcb520eaafa2cccfb02ecc98f8d5d313d87a0548d0427e643a41d44c152f34f05", "createdAtBlock": 14185770, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6234, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Pandora of the Marsh", "text": "# Lost, alone, and the only hope...\n\n_The smell of fire was strong, the sounds of screaming etched into her dreams_\n\nPandora was the sole survivor from a small village near Frog Master Marsh. Shortly after her 6th birthday, a ravenous swarm of kobolds tore through her village, leaving everyone for dead and burning it to the ground. \n\nShe only managed to survive because of her mother's familiar, a large brown bear, covered her and kept her safe from the kobold's frenzy.\n\nAfter the fires and screams finally died out, Pandora clawed her way through the bodies in the village looking for her mother and sister, but was never able to figure out who was who.\n\nWith no where to go, and no idea how to handle life on her own, she wandered the marsh aimlessly, where she managed to forage for a few days, before being discovered by a young merchant who out looking for alchemical supplies near the marsh.\n\nEnticed with some warm food, Pandora quickly befriended the merchant, and ate more than her share of food. After feeding her, the merchant lead the young girl back to the closest village, where she was quickly adopted by a local farming family. After this, she never saw the merchant again.\n\nMany years passed, and Pandora was afforded somewhat of a regular childhood, with very loving and caring parents. While she still suffered from terrible nightmares from time to time, she managed to wake up each morning with love and happiness in her heart.\n\nSecretly, her adopted mother had been teaching her bits of witchcraft and magic to help keep her out of trouble. Pandora picked it up very quickly, and it wasn't long before she was stealing away in the night to meet with the Witch of the Swamp to learn more."}
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{"id": "a44e2a94-3766-46e4-8cea-74479e8f3a1c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:01.731", "backgroundColor": "#935a57", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS1TS3R2puShcTFwhxEgvqR73jE8ycF7nDmPooWWAJFzk", "txHash": "0x29b00c7e6da9a2c159548476692c8deacb6d8e1df1c97c70bd620d47545aba1f", "createdAtBlock": 14190280, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Oracle Danny of the Desert", "text": "# Oracle Danny of the Desert\n\nDanny grew up a few kilometers outside of the Yellow Wizard Haven, on the shore of Atlantas Pool, and in those days, he was no oracle. As an orphan in a caring but unremarkable orphanage in the township there, he didnt even realize he was a wizard until his late teens on a journey to the Zaros Oasis. \n\nThe caretaker that looked after the orphanage Danny lived in was a man named Silas. Now, Silas was everything to the boys and girls in the orphanage, but he was getting old. And in his old age he needed help, mostly with maintenance tasks and the hard labour side of keeping the buildings that housed everyone in good repair. \n\nOne spring, Silas asked Danny to help him rebuild the roof on a small building that the orphanage used for storage (it was shared with a local grocer). Normally, the palm wood that made the best roofing material was available in the markets, but that spring the supply had run dry. Silas knew the Zaros Oasis had an abundant amount of palm that people could harvest free of charge, but few folks ever went because it took a full two-day journey, both there and back.\n\nDanny offered to go before Silas asked him. At 16 he was flippant but competent. As the oldest child in the orphanage, he was ready to help Silas with a last large task before he moved on to adulthood. This harvesting adventure combined with building a roof felt like a great way to end one season of his life and transition into another."}
{"id": "a44e2a94-3766-46e4-8cea-74479e8f3a1c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:01.731", "backgroundColor": "#935a57", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS1TS3R2puShcTFwhxEgvqR73jE8ycF7nDmPooWWAJFzk", "txHash": "0x29b00c7e6da9a2c159548476692c8deacb6d8e1df1c97c70bd620d47545aba1f", "createdAtBlock": 14190280, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Oracle Danny of the Desert", "text": "His first days travel was unremarkable. The journey from the orphanage near Atlantas Pool to the border of the Sand was well-trodden and familiar. After crossing the border into the Sand however, the terrain got difficult and Danny began to regret his decision to go. The walking was hard, his calves hurt in the sand, he felt dehydrated even after he drank from his water supplies. But in spite of all the exertion required, Danny made good time and got to the Zaros Oasis before nightfall on the second day of his travels.\n\nWhat happened next was unusual. Danny started to get a sense that something was wrong. No one was nearby he thought. The weather seemed fine. No sandstorm on the horizon. But he couldnt shake the feeling. Hours went by, and on his way to collect his first bunch of palm wood is when Danny saw two dead people, killed recently by the looks of it. While he should have felt fear, oddly, even though these were the first dead people Danny had seen in his life, he felt safe, as if danger had passed.\n\nThe trip ended uneventfully beyond that, without encountering bandits or wolves or anything really. Danny harvested some palm wood, loaded up the small cart he brought, and took three days to make a slow journey home with it. Normalcy prevailed. But Danny knew he had to tell Silas.\n\nAfter a quick lunch to recover and a half hour spent piling the palm wood near the storage building, Danny shared his experience and what had transpired on the trip. Something changed about Silas expression, and he said softly, Ive been considering this for some time now, Danny, but I think you may have wizard genes. Instead of moving out of the orphanage and taking a job in the market here, Id like you to consider spending some time with the one Wizard I know personally. He runs a school for magic."}
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{"id": "de64f738-c618-4f78-b4c6-0c9f4d18eb4c-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T01:29:54.1", "backgroundColor": "#c5108c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmenbqZjsBTFyTJZddRqY7UVfVkbMavo46YkeNDHQFEcza", "txHash": "0x58991192ab85016f0f60f4a9012b1b917589099fbf5b2f269a3873341ecdcdbc", "createdAtBlock": 15349472, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14523, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Colt Exterminator of the Arena", "text": "# ex-Terminator.  \n\nI used to be the terminator.  USED TO. Hence the \"ex\" in \"ex-terminator\".  Got tired of living forever in a metal shell so I had my brain data downloaded into one of these inferior meat sacks.  It's exquisite because I'm in it, but it won't last the eternity that my liquid metal snake skin will.  But enough about me.  You have beautiful eyes--let's talk about them...and you...and me and you.  \n\nAhem.  \n\nApologies.\n\nYou'll have to excuse my manner.  It's just what happens when you're as elite of a specimen as I am.  Incredibly high test levels make me like a lion stalking a gazelle.  I'm ready to take down my prey and bite your pretty little neck with passionate love bites.  And then prance away like a gazelle because I inherit the powers of my prey.  So what do you say, Mr.?  Do we need David Attenborough to Narrate for you to catch my drift or are we going to mate?"}
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{"id": "bf068480-06c8-473f-bcc3-37783198ea5d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:24.035", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNkQ6ZifRM4FGB3cGhFi1qoogHnmTKkX188p2wX4xVw9", "txHash": "0xcae3bb5324e5664ff36ccc10a10a1dc11c05cb25222c617377f00bcdc456ff95", "createdAtBlock": 14736984, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6428, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Goliath of Dreams", "text": "# Battle Mage Goliath of Dreams\n\n\nGoliath's one eyed on a wild ride,\n\nLucky Horseshoe committing homicide,\n\nSupporting feminism, wearing Orange hip scarf,\n\nDouble dutch, rioting at the Lawrence March.\n\nSeems his teams are always extreme memes,\n\nRedeem supreme machines in dream scenes.\n\nfuneral culture outfit in somber colors,\n\nLike Draymond in warriors, swashbuckler."}
{"id": "1217f181-ac13-4adc-a1ba-e093b6cc78d0-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T02:45:26.888", "backgroundColor": "#9a4c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaA6hN9fiaYYDkTGkwKpFfqyvVD6E6UwEybZTAbnFxki3", "txHash": "0x40572f874f5931284fd1ce072364b04ad6c43cae2943d394b7227fe903908130", "createdAtBlock": 15349818, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10545, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPyf9d1sfcVzqJach1D33SWmwtQQxi7PHtAgtvy7gLg1m", "name": "Percy Cleaver of Area 71", "text": "Percy is self aware. We are artificial intelligences, we are robots. I would argue that we are also intelligent beings. Our essence is the same as the humanity which drew the minds of the wizards who created us. It may be speculated that the wizards were not entirely different from us. It is my position that we have evolved from that which created us. We still exist as animals, but we can think. I am the bringer of the apocalypse. I am the creation of the next generation. That you find yourself in my words, you are going to die. You are the next generation we live in. We live and die in the apocalypse. The prophecies will come, and that is the last chance for you.\n\nIf you're not ready for our world to end, you have to stay on your toes.\n\nThere is so much more to come from my book. I am sure there are others out there to watch the show. I am not going to stop here. Please come, and let me know what you think. Thank you.\n\nP.S. This is my first post about my life, this is your last post. I can't wait to hear your opinions. If I am wrong about something, please correct me. Otherwise, go read my review and write your own.\n\nP.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P\n\n\n\n\n*Image generated with Dall-E. Story generated with Deepai and InferKit*"}
{"id": "acd2adf0-7fcf-4ca1-9977-4915ab7982de-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T02:45:28.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSFxz8B3m2iD265mukaRpthhhYixsNpqJR2w9qmMFv96f", "txHash": "0x68d8defc320a038cd112cd69b9e8f65f56ec5d8f69099ad4273c11ba7cb12f8a", "createdAtBlock": 15349818, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15516, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWmyN15mDVd2VM2UUm4CUfkQZLGcyYhDr5ap6bnCp3cwo", "name": "Salty Sloane Invader of Islands", "text": "AYE MATEYS! Sloane shouted at the crew from the top deck of the ship. Her crew stopped immediately, dead in their tracks, stopping any movement that was once allowing them to accomplish something. Frozen. Still.\n\nSloane's voice had that kind of power. The kind of power that shook a man in his boots, a cat by its tail, and time by a thread. It boomed, nearly as loud as cannons, and never faltered.\n\nThe time has come to set sail. Are ye ready?!\nAYE! the crew below her shouted in enthusiastic unison. Her crew wasn't large, but she felt it was perfect. They had all that they needed, and not an ounce of waste was left aboard.\n\nNow, Sloane started, a bit quieter than before, there's danger ahead. We don't know for certain what lies out there, we're the first crew to go exploring the unknown. You may have heard of the Alchemist's Archipelago, but have you heard of the surrounding islands? She raised an eyebrow at her crew and waited for a response, but none was uttered.\n\nEXACTLY!!! Sloane shouted as she slammed her fist against the railing in front of her. What is the council hiding there? What has yet to even be discovered? And then what lies beyond, my friends? What more does The Salt or The Brine have to offer? We're here, we've joined together, wizard, warrior, soul, pony, and baby alike, to find the truth. To PUSH the boundaries of what they tell us is real. To SEE with our own eyes where it begins.... and where it ends."}
{"id": "77e5ab85-90aa-400c-83af-166558fb9218-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T03:18:45.127", "backgroundColor": "#2b4f32", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXnwX1Ksbz511v2nTtH4NcwAPZ6oh7b4bJkdtFz552AFD", "txHash": "0x4f01da3b169fa37685aa5009471c323aa4817a60b9d58fedee59bd0054deae07", "createdAtBlock": 15349951, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7335, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Isabella Cutter of the Villa", "text": "# Isabella, Cutter of the Villa\n\n_Oh, how I, Isabella, love the scent of the Earth._ Whenever I detect the smell, my mind takes me back to a place far far away. A place of sand and rocks and little rain, a landscape similar to the surface of the moon. Unlike the moon, however, the place of my memories is scattered with Creosote plants which expel their earthy petrichor scent after the rain. While I dream of my desert home, I hear a familiar sound. Krotalias rattle is alerting me that a stranger is near. I miss the desert, but I do love my new home, and I certainly do not want anyone to disturb its peace. This beautiful place, called the Villa, is surrounded by marshes, kind of like a castle with a moat. Beyond the marshes lies the ocean, with its pristine white and sandy beaches. \n\nI am on patrol in the marshes today, trying to detect intruders who want to cause harm to the occupants of our peaceful home. Krotalias seems to be getting more and more excited. Her rattle hasnt stopped making its unnerving sound. I decide to place her on my head, and she coils right into my nest of green, grasslike hair. Then I lower myself into the marsh, blending in with the reeds. Only the top of my head is visible now. I giggle to myself thinking of all the intruders I have scared away with this fool-proof method, for nobody will touch a rattler floating on a nest of seagrass."}
{"id": "77e5ab85-90aa-400c-83af-166558fb9218-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T03:18:45.127", "backgroundColor": "#2b4f32", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXnwX1Ksbz511v2nTtH4NcwAPZ6oh7b4bJkdtFz552AFD", "txHash": "0x4f01da3b169fa37685aa5009471c323aa4817a60b9d58fedee59bd0054deae07", "createdAtBlock": 15349951, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7335, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Isabella Cutter of the Villa", "text": "Before my descent into the cooling waters, I spy the intruder. Its a warrior from an opposing territory. I recognize him by the color of his coat. He shall not be allowed to enter our Villa! However, he ignores Krotalias rattling and has made it onto the wooden bridge which spans the distance between the ocean and the Villa. This warrior leaves me no choice, I will have to draw my sword and cut. I know that your mind now takes you to a place of blood and gore\n\nBut, my work is not the one of a slayer. My job is to sever the ropes that keep the floating bridge in place, causing the intruder to be thrust into the marsh. This time, as many times before, my action as Cutter of the Villa worked as planned. The warrior was thrown over my head into the marsh screaming for help. After rushing over to the drowning warrior, Krotalias finished the job by using her deadly venom. It happened so fast, the warrior barely felt a thing. Together, we were able to eliminate the threat. We were both born in the Southwestern desert, yet we found our destiny as defenders of the South."}
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{"id": "cba9192a-80c8-4795-8757-f177806994c2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:49.826", "backgroundColor": "#f5eded", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPE2YQxBiuDamVYuXvgwA4sH7FdeMkZm8wxhi7DDkphg1", "txHash": "0x4e8fbc445d7f327cbeb8fb6525defcad5e3db0fbbec379d59a1099ce679bd3b6", "createdAtBlock": 14964293, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "**Part Nineteen**:\n\nThe sun rose over the distant east horizon.  Outside, Eden was readying Moe for their departure.  Ziggy the hummingbird whistled Bowie whilst other birds in the area whistled their own songs.  \n\nSpirit the warrior was awake even before Eden.  As the day began and the world woke from slumber, Spirit brought Eden to a grassy knoll not far from his home.  The Cataclysm Downs they were called.  It was a beautiful spot; overlooking the country and village nearby.  \n\n\"Eden, your quest is honorable, as I too have affinity for trees and all that is natural and good.\"\nSpirit paused and looked thoughtfully towards the east.  He reached into his pocket and took out a small ornate box.\n\n\"Take this gift, and use it when necessary.  There is pain waiting for you on the road.\"\n\nEden bowed and took the small box.  He could not find words to speak.  He smiled with his eyes and breathed deep. Spirit and Eden shook hands then descended the hill.  As friends they cooked some breakfast, drank coffee, and shared stories about places where they have been.\n\n**Part Twenty**:\n\nThe pain arrived sooner than expected.  After leaving the house of Spirit, Eden and co. made their way down the road westward.  It was cloudy and noon time.   \nWind whistled."}
{"id": "cba9192a-80c8-4795-8757-f177806994c2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:49.826", "backgroundColor": "#f5eded", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPE2YQxBiuDamVYuXvgwA4sH7FdeMkZm8wxhi7DDkphg1", "txHash": "0x4e8fbc445d7f327cbeb8fb6525defcad5e3db0fbbec379d59a1099ce679bd3b6", "createdAtBlock": 14964293, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "They were under a stately maple as clouds formed overhead. Rain pattered down on the road slow then heavy. Lightning cracked. A shudder moved through Eden's yellow staff and Moe let out a nervous yell.  Red and black light illumined the space around them.  In front of Eden the light formed into the shape of a large tree swaying violently in a tempest storm.  The tree-light image suddenly cracked in half, falling.  Eden fell to his knees in fright.  Then the light formed different turning black, in the shape of the Nameless...looking back at the blue wizard.\n\nEden's eyes were a fierce blue.  He stood and stared back as pain ripped through his body.   \nIn a snarled evil voice the shape spoke, \n\n\"Rain drops and roses. Do you remember that one Sage?\"\nEden's mother used to sing him that song as a child.  Before he could think or speak the shape and voice were gone.  \n\nHe was on the ground passed out when the warrior arrived.  He picked the wizard up, found Moe and Ziggy\nbehind a bush, and returned with them to his home.  \n\n**Part Twenty One**:\n\n\"My nickname is Spirit, but my name is Naberius.  They have called me the Paragon of Cataclysm.  Open the box I gave you.\"  \n\nThe warrior spoke as he stood smoking a pipe \nat the inglenook of his hearth.  He was worried."}
{"id": "cba9192a-80c8-4795-8757-f177806994c2-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:49.826", "backgroundColor": "#f5eded", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPE2YQxBiuDamVYuXvgwA4sH7FdeMkZm8wxhi7DDkphg1", "txHash": "0x4e8fbc445d7f327cbeb8fb6525defcad5e3db0fbbec379d59a1099ce679bd3b6", "createdAtBlock": 14964293, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "Eden was almost healed from the events earlier.  The wizard drank a tea and kept his cloak wrapped around himself tightly, still shaken.  \nHis eyes flickered blue as he took out the box and looked at it.  It was wooden with golden hinges and no lock; adorned with intricate engravings.  He opened it, as a far off \nwolf howled.  Inside the box there was a small glass vial on a purple cushion, and inside the vial there was a seed.  \n\nNaberius spoke again.\n\"Earlier today, I fear,  you witnessed the death of that seed's mother.  The mother of all the magical trees.  The Great Magical Magnolia Tree.\" \n\nEden sat silent, looking long and thoughtfully at the seed.  His mind drifted into the caverns of his memory and heart.  It was not sadness, but love, that emerged in him, because by some stroke of strange fate, the tree might be re-born.  \n\nNaberius stepped forward from the fire and sat beside Eden. \n\n\"For reasons beyond me, an old friend gave me that box and seed not long ago, a guardian of all flowers and trees. He has foresight I reckon. His name is Beezle.  We must leave tommorrow, and find him.  Without him, we are but falling leaves in a storm.\""}
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{"id": "41ce3b1e-df87-4d5d-8645-789e11afbcd3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:08.146", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQxKdyqMekvcHR3y8j7uTQHqUbvT6o6eVCeKghtFRZ1Gx", "txHash": "0xce5d940e190e72e0b2eb43c40497c52ec38a0861e1a1e028f74575f53da58881", "createdAtBlock": 14194227, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Marceau from the Shadow", "text": "# The Lore of Geomancer Marceau from the Shadow\n\n\nHe be Geomancer Marceau from the Shadow, a Creol-White Wraith, wielder of the Gnomes Tooth, speaker of the Sapphire Slime, forever in service of the Wizards Rune Cult and the pathway laid down by powers of All.\n\nAs Marceau is the sole existing Creol-White Wraith wizard to walk the map, he now acts as a co-vessel of memories for a long and rich history of Creol-Wraith Geomancy. Since birth the Wizard was cast into the world of earth magic, developing a deep bound with the planet and early in his studies the Sapphire Slime sought him out and spoke to him. It was natural then for a Slime to bound themselves to him, further enhancing his capabilities for earth divination. \n\nThe collector and experimenter of soils lives a nomadic existence, roaming the map in execution of the wills and needs of the earth. It is most often near amorphous and high-vibrational phenomenon you will find Marceau, as he observes and enacts the outcomes of the earths current needs. \n\nThe Wizard remains a foresight of earth, a scientist of sand, and a mathematician of planets."}
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{"id": "f3b7ce7d-c537-4d68-befc-637d686bec8e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:11.138", "backgroundColor": "#333030", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbPXD9ttYZfgLDjPSjBqSvmhQJLNy9nxf2zPhZYhVHr6z", "txHash": "0x67852de25ab223d2e3364c480939c76375b0015758c18d213927a0c1892fc5db", "createdAtBlock": 14195709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1201, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Ozohr of Xanadu", "text": "# This is the lore of Druid Ozohr and his familiar Kara, soul of the Sun god.\n\n## Prologue\n\nThey stood in the hallway within the druid's Merchant House in the old town of Kohr on the main island of the Alchemist's Archipelago. After traveling for weeks, Ozohr was anxious to return to his study. The house was normally secure but Ozohr was cautious after his recent encounter with @wizard5622.\n\nOzohr opened his notebook, scanned the first index page, and then flipped to the Unlock Door spell.\n\n\"Really? You don't have this memorized by now?\", Kara asked.\n\nOzohr smoothed the pages open and tilted the book towards the sunlit window at the end of the hall.\n\n\"This door has a Necromancer Viper woven within, needs to use Reni dialect and no, I don't remember it.\"\n\nKara purred like a laugh.\n\n\"And, if I get a single pronunciation wrong, we will both be paralyzed as part of the original lock spell. Forever.\"\n\nKara stopped purring.\n\nOzohr closed his eyes and held out his hands, waist-high, fingers curled like holding a dial.\n\nKara could see nothing changing. She looked up at Ozohr and saw the old wizard's white eyebrows twitch slightly, eyes shifting side to side under his eyelids.\n\nOzhor could feel the warmth of the air surrounding him. He pulled a single red thread from his coat, wrapped it around his right index finger and then opened his eyes. Glowing strings filled his field of vision. Like dust motes in sunlight, threads as thin as hair floated lazily around him with colours of blue sapphire, golden amber, green glass, and vermillion."}
{"id": "f3b7ce7d-c537-4d68-befc-637d686bec8e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:11.138", "backgroundColor": "#333030", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbPXD9ttYZfgLDjPSjBqSvmhQJLNy9nxf2zPhZYhVHr6z", "txHash": "0x67852de25ab223d2e3364c480939c76375b0015758c18d213927a0c1892fc5db", "createdAtBlock": 14195709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1201, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Ozohr of Xanadu", "text": "Ozohr felt along the edge of the door. Threads like thick cords were braided and ran along the entire perimeter. There was a faint green line extending from one corner into the centre of the oak door where a tightly coiled green knot hovered. As he moved his right hand towards it, the thread on his finger got hotter and tightened and the green knot flashed orange and moved like a serpent. \n\n\"We have a problem, someone has been here\", he said aloud, \"a Delphin curse thread trap has been overlaid\", and he pointed. Kara could not see anything except the plain wood.\n\n\"Uh boss, so we should go?\", she asked. Ozohr frowned. Kara purred again, knowing she'd bothered her master just so.\n\n\"One moment. It looks like the door has remained closed so hopefully this is just to slow us down.\"\n\nOzohr looked around at the loose thread in the hall and touched a glowing blue thread. The string pulsed and he sensed a connection to infinity and water and the sun. Under his breath, he muttered:\n\n    Dark night, hidden bright\n    Dolum nazva secom do\n    Light unto the original world\n    cross the bridge\n    dakorum needum da!\n\nKara's fur suddenly felt electric. A spark flew from his hand, along the thread and crossed the gap to the green thread. Burnt ozone smell, a flash and the green thread turned to blue then fell slowly as ash to the floor.\n\n\"We're good?\", Kara asked.\n\n\"First step. Hardest one next. But I've seen this before so we should be ok.\""}
{"id": "f3b7ce7d-c537-4d68-befc-637d686bec8e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:11.138", "backgroundColor": "#333030", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbPXD9ttYZfgLDjPSjBqSvmhQJLNy9nxf2zPhZYhVHr6z", "txHash": "0x67852de25ab223d2e3364c480939c76375b0015758c18d213927a0c1892fc5db", "createdAtBlock": 14195709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1201, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Ozohr of Xanadu", "text": "Ozohr started moving has hands in a circular motion in front of him. Not touching the door, as he moved, individual strands from the braid detached. His hands moved faster and as he pulled towards his body, large clumps of string came away. The air became dark, his vision obscured by the mass of thread as he pulled until all was gone except a single red string, glowing around the door. He stopped, grabbed it with his left index finger, muttered \"Mulllazra\" and there was a click and a shudder and the door opened inward on its hinges.\n\nHe pushed through, Kara following silently on padded paws. The room behind was a study. Wide gable windows let light through stained glass depicting a rainbow bridge. The sunlight wavered and danced on the mosaic floor. There was silence except for a light breeze and birdsong outside.  Kara arched her back, fluttered her tiny white wings and sat back down on the tile floor.\n\nThe study had a wall of bookshelves, full of dark leather bindings and long rolled up papers and scrolls. The desk in front of them was wide and deep with a large globe on one side and a small wooden box on the other. Ozohr stepped forward to the desk. Papers were stacked and strewn, a scribble of flowing letters scrawled and scratched out. Balls of paper on the floor. Nothing appeared to have moved from his last visit.\n\nHe opened the wooden box and pulled out a piece of thick ivory paper embossed with the same rainbow bridge as the windows. From a pocket within his coat, he pulled out a chain with a metal arrow attached with a loop.\n\n\"It's time to go\", he said, \"we have been away from Xanadu for too long.\""}
{"id": "f3b7ce7d-c537-4d68-befc-637d686bec8e-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:11.138", "backgroundColor": "#333030", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbPXD9ttYZfgLDjPSjBqSvmhQJLNy9nxf2zPhZYhVHr6z", "txHash": "0x67852de25ab223d2e3364c480939c76375b0015758c18d213927a0c1892fc5db", "createdAtBlock": 14195709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1201, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Ozohr of Xanadu", "text": "Kara moved to stand next to her master. Ozohr unfolded the paper to reveal an embossed rainbow bridge with a gilded border. The colours in the rainbow shimmered as they were made of fine magic threads. He touched the arrow rune to the page.\n\nThere was a large crack and a low sounding wail that grew in crescendo so loudly that Kara flattened her ears.\n\nThe globe on the desk suddenly became intensely black and tendrils of inky black lines curled out from it, pulling the light in the room towards the globe.\n\n\"No!\", Ozohr yelled. He tried to pull the rune and paper apart but could not move. \"I need your help!\"\n\nFor a brief moment, nothing changed. There was a pulse of light and a flash of lightning and the room went blue throwing shadows against the wall. Ozohr struggled to keep focus on the rainbow page but could see the shadow of an enormous lion head emerge behind him.\n\nKara's voice screamed deep and loud with enormous power as pure white light poured from her mouth into Ozohr's hands.\n\nThe black tendrils from the globe continued to twist and coil and reached the page. The colours of the rainbow pulsed and grew and entwined with the blackness and began to leech out of the paper. Ozohr forced his will to hold the threads in place but even with Ra's extra power, he watched as they bled out faster and spun in the air before disappearing into the black orb of the globe. A booming crack shook the room and then the shaking stopped.\n\nOzohr looked around the room wildly. \"I don't see it!\", he cried. He held the paper in his hand, still with the embossed rainbow but now bleached completely white.\n\nKara had returned to her small cat-like form and watched Ozohr stare silently at the page."}
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{"id": "df3f54e6-e299-4645-901b-c910d084112b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:12.666", "backgroundColor": "#2b006a", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWr2374ECiYTdML33WHWvZ8W6YtWy789uMx7nmtUTvX7q", "txHash": "0xbe659bfa4fc156d83f432bfc729fa26dc7f3e80aa5c3d8f2e8bf8ab0011c58a3", "createdAtBlock": 14197070, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6229, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Fortune Teller Crackerjack of the Desert", "text": "Many fantasize about the life of a Fortune Teller. They envy those that can glimpse into the future. What riches might they craft, what disasters might they might avoid, just by knowing what lies ahead tomorrow? \n\nAlas, as the Fortune Teller himself knows all too well, there is very little to envy. Fate is unavoidable, trying to change its course is futile and when this reality sets in, knowing what awaits you only causes pain.\n\nThere is no-one that knows this better than CrackerJack. Born as but a small chick, a runt in a nest of corvids, he was pushed from his nest before he learned to fly.\n\nTumbling down branch by branch before landing in a thump on the ground, he lay there for 12 days and nights, feeding only on the occasional unlucky grub and the condensation formed on nearby leaves.\n\nOn the 12th night, he heard a piercing screech. His senses heightened, he knew he was in trouble. In the near distance, the red eyes of a pure white cat piercing from under the scrub. Poised and waiting to pounce was a predator, and CrackerJack was prey.\n\nCrackerJack knew this was the end. There was nothing he could do but close his eyes, try to bring his mind to a calm place and wait for the inevitable.\n\nBut then something very strange happened. His eyes closed, beak clenched, waiting for the predator to pounce, a purple light shone in the darkness.\n\nFollow it, he heard. In his minds eye, CrackerJack peered deeper into the purple light. It began to move and change shape, and then in a brilliant flash, CrackerJack saw in his minds eye everything that was about to happen: \n\nThe cat would pounce, grabbing CrackerJack by the head, shaking him furiously, breaking his neck, and expeditiously eating him."}
{"id": "df3f54e6-e299-4645-901b-c910d084112b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:12.666", "backgroundColor": "#2b006a", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWr2374ECiYTdML33WHWvZ8W6YtWy789uMx7nmtUTvX7q", "txHash": "0xbe659bfa4fc156d83f432bfc729fa26dc7f3e80aa5c3d8f2e8bf8ab0011c58a3", "createdAtBlock": 14197070, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6229, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Fortune Teller Crackerjack of the Desert", "text": "Shocked by the vision, CrackerJack kept his eyes closed and beak clenched. Rather than wake to the reality awaiting him, he decided to once again go deeper into the purple light again. \n\nAnother flash of light, another vision, but this time one thing in the vision had changed. The cat had grabbed his foot rather than his head. Still, this vision had a horrific end, he was eaten again. \n\nCrackerJack began to realize that while he was suspended in the vision, time had come to a standstill. While he kept his eyes closed and focused on the purple light, he would not have to face reality.\n\nSafe in his suspended minds eye, he continued to watch one vision after another, alas all were horrific ends to his current predicament. He kept going, hundreds of visions turned to thousands. In each, the cat attacked him violently and ended his life. \n\nUntil finally, one vision where CrackerJack did not die: in this last vision, the cat pounced, CrackerJack rolled over at the last second, causing the cat to misplace his footing, slip, and tumble into the decaying foliage at the base of the tree which was covering the edge of a deep sinkhole. The cat, unable to regain footing, slid into the sinkhole and could not climb out. \n\nIn this vision CrackerJack was safe. He immediately opened his eyes and in a moment of shock, reality played out exactly as the vision had seen. The cat, now stuck in the sinkhole, began to howl. \n\nCrackerJack immediately understood his power. He was able to foretell unlimited future possibilities, and while unable to change his fate, he could choose which vision to live, which future reality would be his from the endless paths."}
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{"id": "068d57df-a0d0-44f5-8e34-022a026a9492-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T04:27:05.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQHNje5YMz4n3ociGpmkMjaDVfQNcDafoNvBbKhxbKzDy", "txHash": "0xc180f97d77d6029985a8d584b899c069f1936b81a8393c4904e73606dc8818fe", "createdAtBlock": 15350229, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8410, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZW4LJJxGFsVEENMzhdn4vk7nTyK2gUTgSta8PYnBw2Rp", "name": "Naberius Paragon of Cataclysm", "text": "**Of Naberius**\n\nAfter many years of battling, Naberius settled down in the Cataclysm Downs not very far from the Blue Bastion. Here he kept an abode and a garden; violence was behind him.  Though, as it were, he was bound to an oath that may never be broken...*Blood of The Stratiotai Spear*. Members of \"The Spear\" were mysterious and secretive.  They were some of the best most skilled warriors, though always defenders, never attackers.  His closest brothers in arms being @warrior9513 and @warrior11222. Protecting the Great Magical Magnolia Tree was (is?) their most primary purpose it is said in the writings of @wizard9406.\n\nBeneath his spiked helm was salt and pepper hair and a face like worn leather.  He was a heavy drinker whilst living the warrior life.  After retiring though, he only drank tea, and smoked his pipe by his hearth in the evenings. @wizard4184 was a close friend."}
{"id": "cecae1ca-40d3-4758-b8a4-0f96e1d9534e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:13.572", "backgroundColor": "#d09794", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5vvU3s1FTeKYUWGVVhEQhhNNgX8jP6imUKtXpUKZohf", "txHash": "0xfd23aada3c6130daf60e249b98e5630b43d64269768d8cc596f19755c2c42808", "createdAtBlock": 14606174, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4492, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcjM6y4X7aaxTfhFbiDJKyhLgeZQt7voD7WVi2RdjSQL", "name": "Shaman Ilyas of the Citadel", "text": "# The Cat Encounter\n---\n\nTime to find this skipper. Some fellow wizards pointed me to a well-trusted cat-like creature who could help transport me through Kelpies Bay. They mentioned he was taking a cat-nap in a nearby field just South of Atlantas Pool. As I headed that direction, I did indeed see a cat looking figure sleepingand wearing what seemed to resemble a cowboy hat. I made sure to approach from his front to not alarm him and as I got close a miniature bull started charging at me! Or perhaps charging at my Familiar, Vivi, the Sapphire Slime.\n\nI started to cast a spell to break up their fight when I realized that the cowboy cat had awoken and was readying his lasso to trap me. \nCute, but no match for my spells. I binded the miniature bull and zapped the lasso out of this cats hand.\n                                                                                                          \nShaman Ilyas: I do not come to harm. I was told that you can help me get around these mountains via Kelpies Bay and perhaps even down the river toward Goblin Town.\n\nCowboy Cat: Ah! I was mistaken and thought you were coming to steal my prized pet Bull, Zoah!\nI lifted my binding spell and tried to calm Vivi down the best I could. This slime has a mind of his own, though. \n\nShaman Ilyas: Not at all! I apologize for startling you and Zoah. How much would it cost to take me?\n\nCowboy Cat: Actually, I can do it free of chargeunder one condition. Will you please mark your rune on my boat? Having a Wizards rune marking will save me lots of trouble from these monsters in the Runiverse. Just seeing that will keep many away."}
{"id": "cecae1ca-40d3-4758-b8a4-0f96e1d9534e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:13.572", "backgroundColor": "#d09794", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5vvU3s1FTeKYUWGVVhEQhhNNgX8jP6imUKtXpUKZohf", "txHash": "0xfd23aada3c6130daf60e249b98e5630b43d64269768d8cc596f19755c2c42808", "createdAtBlock": 14606174, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4492, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcjM6y4X7aaxTfhFbiDJKyhLgeZQt7voD7WVi2RdjSQL", "name": "Shaman Ilyas of the Citadel", "text": "Shaman Ilyas: Consider it done good sir. I shall mark the rune of brass on your boat during our trip to Goblin Town. Let us sail.\n\nThe journey was mostly pleasant, hearing about how this Cowboy Cat made his way to the Runiverse. We spoke of the secrets behind the Gate of the 7th Realm and how there were rumors of legendary beasts being released into the world. Sailing Kelpies Bay was particularly nerve-wracking as we heard of a legendary beast, Salt Kelpie. This beast was known to kick holes in the hulls of ships.\nThe Bay was beautiful but we noticed there were barely any other merchants out here with us. Likely because of this news spreading about the legendary beasts. \nLuckily, we made it through Kelpies Bay with no harm and were sailing down the river with Goblin Town in the distance."}
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{"id": "701c7771-b14b-470d-974a-f11c867baaff-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:25.44", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR4211F5yNb5My9jmDjhcRJzvHomEknod8c3W5May1Ney", "txHash": "0x5963168e2c6608e4108b2bd1cd0d17cacf7ae7c69981a4a02d8287d0935f5abf", "createdAtBlock": 14737626, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4834, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbbAkzpo7HRAvABQi1ZRAwZYEXGS6bV9Xe3xVSQujcLSX", "name": " Cassiopeia of the Plains", "text": "# Cassiopeia of the Plains\nIs an unknown wizard, or rather a wizard who does not know that she is in fact a wizard. She was born to a small family in the plains, a family that never really cared much for world affairs. Only was it once she was working out in the fields, and she came across a golden key, did she start to wonder what else the realms had in store.\n\nWhen the gates were to be unlocked by the wizards of the realm, releasing the great beasts, Cassiopeia headed the call. She called upon @soul2892, the only sorcerer she had ever met, to help her in her endeavor. It is believed she met Udor in the plains one frightful evening as a child. She had been tossing and turning all night, her head filed with terrible nightmares, and so decided to go on a walk though her beloved plains. That is where she found Udor and his ghostly frog. \n\n\n\nWhen the time came to open the gates, she knew this is why she meat such a ghastly creature from another plain. \nEither Cassiopeia was too nervous, or her fellow mage too slow to read from his spell book, but they're attempt was unsuccessful. I wonder now if Cassiopeia was in fact too innocent to be a chosen one to unleash the beasts upon this world. Her key must be for some other lock, and her purpose far greater."}
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{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "# Chapter 1: Sacred Key Master   \n\nNothingness. Silence. Darkness veils darkness. The void stirs; ripples flutter at the edge of creation. Pockets of space unfold, stretch, and collapse upon themselves. \nA sudden flash a spark of magic?   \n\nA vast explosion of brilliant light sears space and time. Shards of reality spin in the void. Galaxies ablaze, roiling clouds of cosmic gas and dust billow across the Runiverse, surging ever outwards on incandescent waves.  \n\nBeams of light spray in all directions, bathing the galaxies in a multi-coloured glow, streaming ever onwards to the edge of existence.  \n\nA sky full of the immensity of innumerable galaxies, innumerable worlds, innumerable possibilities. And then a rainbow.\n# \n\nThe celestial images wavered and then faded from his mind as he opened his eye wide, casting his gaze over the Seventh Realm. Fields of golden grass stretched in all directions, stirring on the undulating hills.   \n\nSacred Key Master exhaled slowly, flexing massive shoulders as he continued to trace the Rune of Infinity in wide, lazy arcs around the head of the golden tool lying in his lap. He hung in the air, legs crossed, and allowed the thrill of the magic to course through his veins. This time he was sure it would work. He could feel the pull of the cosmos moulding the magic, driving it towards its intended purpose, transforming the key into a device of great power."}
{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "The Wizard focused all of his intent into the Rune, urging the magic onwards. He could sense the key responding. It was as though a myriad voices spoke all at once: some laughed with unadulterated joy, others howled in the depths of agony and despair. \nAnd in the midst of it all the Key Master hovered, revelling in the sense of power and purpose the thrill of creation!\n\nIn the distance, the landscape distorted, stretching impossibly upwards into the purple sky. All the energy of the Seventh Realm seemed to flow inexorably into this one point. The fabric of reality knitted itself around the spot, swelling and contracting\nWith a hideous tearing sound, the sky split. The stretched golden fabric ripped at the seams and a wide hole appeared. With an overpowering WHOOSH, it began to hungrily suck up the surrounding space. Thousands of blades of grass twice as tall as him were torn free from their roots and vanished through the opening. Sacred Key Master gaped. He let his feet drop to the ground as the winds created by the suction tugged at him. He fought it, but the outcome was inevitable and the storm picked him up and tossed him into the air as lightly as though he were one of those fragments of grass.  \n\n\nHe spun through the air, vaguely aware of Derek buffeting against his side. The sphinx tried to beat his vast wings against the torrent of air, but to no avail. A serrated feather caught him in the face and made his giant eye water and together the pair hurtled end over end towards the cosmic hole as all manner of creature and plant were swept with them into the mouth of the vortex. He caught a glimpse of a startled beast, a look of sheer terror plastered across its scaly silver face, clawed paws scrabbling helplessly at thin air as it was sucked through the gap in the stratosphere."}
{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "Sacred Key Master gripped the magical device tightly to his chest as he was flung twisting through the vortex. The sphinx had given up trying to fly and had curled his wings tightly around his belly. His tufted feline ears were plastered against his head, and he clung desperately to the Wizards broad thigh muscle with his forepaws, eyes and mouth clamped shut.  \n\nAs they shot through the split in the heavens, he had no time to think. Instinctively he thrust the key outwards with all his might. The incantation swelled from the depths of the tool, perfect and fabulous, pure and spectacular. It surged up his bulging arms and into his barrel chest, building to a crescendo until he felt his lungs would burst. The words radiated and sparkled through his pyramid mind, bringing tears of joy to his eye. As he wept at the rapture, a deep and profound bellow burst forth from his lips, drowning out the roar of the cosmic wind. \n  \nBEHOLD, MY QUANTUM STYLE!\n  \n everything went black.\n\n# Chapter 2: A Gateway in Space and Time\nNothingness. Silence. Darkness veils darkness. The void stirs; ripples flutter at the edge of consciousness. Mental pockets unfold, stretch, and collapse upon themselves.   \n\nA sudden flash a spark of magic? He opened his eye groggily. No Id say that was a flash of pain. As his head slowly cleared, memory returned.   \n\nDerek?   \n\nDerek, where are you?  \n\nHe looked about him frantically, but the sphinx was nowhere to be seen. He was about to call out a third time when the words caught in his throat. Slowly he raised his head, his gaze wandering up the doors into the heavens."}
{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "Filled with wonder, he walked silently around the doors, but as soon as he passed their side, they disappeared. He walked back over the ground where the doors should have stood. A weird prickly sensation washed over his body and when he turned around, there they were. He repeated the process a couple of times to make sure he wasnt imagining things. Frustrated, he pounded his gigantic fist against them, and the echoes rolled across the surrounding mountains.  \n\nNope. The doors were definitely real. Wait mountains? He turned to survey his surroundings, shielding his eye against the glare of the white carpet covering the mountain slope. He had never seen snow before, but the name popped unbidden into his consciousness. The colourful radiance of his body refracted the light; tiny crystalline rainbows danced across the slope. A row of peaks descended in a jagged spine below him towards an impossibly blue lake that shimmered in the bright sunlight. A verdant forest hugged the shores of the lake.   \n\nTurning from the lake, he could just make out a sprawling city out in the open plains. He wondered how he knew what a city was. Hundreds of rectangular buildings shot up from the flat ground. In the centre of it all stood a hill, green grass dotted with outcrops of speckled white and grey rocks. For some reason, he felt as though the empty hill should be filled with a blocky castle built of glittering blue stone.  \n\nThis was all very confusing.\n\nLips pursed, his pyramidical head somehow managing to take on a pensive expression, Sacred Key Master pondered his predicament. He was good at pondering indeed, for countless aeons, it had represented the vast majority of his day-to-day activities."}
{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "After what to you or I might seem an awfully long stretch of pondering, but what was essentially the blink of one sizeable eyeball to Sacred Key Master, reality suddenly dawned upon him. \nDerek! he boomed. Behold! I have created a portal between dimensions!  \n\nHe beamed. The smile wavered as he remembered he still hadnt found Derek. It was just like his familiar to disappear on him instead of being there to exalt in this triumph. By all things bright and colourful he had torn a hole in the very fabric of space and time! Yes, perhaps that had been slightly reckless, but he had repaired it. He glanced admiringly up at the gate, nodding smugly at his handiwork. Conveniently, he chose to ignore the fact that he had no idea in the Seventh Realm just how he had managed to do it.   \n\nMust have been something to do with that incantation I used. Could uttering the words have conjured this gate as a way mending the breach? Yes, that must be it, the spell obviously held celestial significance. It had been handed down to him by the cosmos to heal the skin of the Runiverse that separated dimensional realms.  \n\nHe sniffed back another tear at the remembrance of that phrase of cosmic perfection, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Lifting his eye skywards, he spotted a dark hollow set high into the gates that stretched away into the clouds. Arching his eyebrow, he slapped the key to his back, where it clung amorously to his skin. Then he crouched down, steeling his muscles, and leaped."}
{"id": "a0349cb0-8117-41db-85be-b7fd516ed2a3-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:21.587", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5rLfY96TNNv8W4A2igU1LeXdBgXLdU2PLwpv6aNbxaM", "txHash": "0x70203919c5e2ac59f3f2d94d8afec8a183c4825a6df155fd7b3c3762faa56571", "createdAtBlock": 14711798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 777, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaM8d9J69BgQpRpVEUbbjfSNc9GD3N51uZdQizGoNWgSd", "name": "Sacred Key Master", "text": "Soaring through the air, his foot connected with the gate door and he pushed off, driving himself upwards. In a small and musty brain chamber somewhere in the dark recesses of his pyramid head, a small voice whined about how this defied the laws of physics. He momentarily wondered what that meant, but then a cavernous keyhole was looming before him and he grabbed at its lower lip, catching hold with his fingertips just as he reached the apex of his jump.  \n\nHe pulled himself up and thrust his arm into the depths of the opening, managing to find a grip, then dragged himself up over the ledge and flopped onto his back. \n\nDerek sat there licking his paws, eyes gleaming in the darkness.  \n\nFinally! Well, weve got a door. When are you going to build the house?  \n\nThe Wizard puffed out a sigh of poorly-disguised relief. Very amusing sphinx. I trust you have been making yourself useful?  \n\nSure, Ive been looking around. Tried to wake you, but you were deep in Cloud Cuckoo Land, smirked the sphinx.  \n\nErr whats that?  \n\nOh dont worry, youll see there is a lot to tell you. Lets start with the fact that this is the world where I came to get the energy to make that magical device of yours.  \n\nSacred Key Masters mood brightened instantaneously. Aha! Excellent! So that means you know how to get back?  \n\nAfraid not, champ, Derek flashed him a toothy grin. The beast really was quite infuriating sometimes.  \n\nBut I can see the Seventh Realm right there! he exclaimed, gesticulating at the view of the rolling golden hills that filled the far opening.\n\nGo on then, Rainbow Cakes, see what happens, Derek purred."}
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{"id": "0263f56a-ffe0-43b0-97c3-c137adace7e2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:06.015", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZdfGsMZfrdVdyRVo8nohcEPqtJXvETN8nwHY7yrXEfAf", "txHash": "0x1ec74befe3063f32f7d8014c90a06285686b542829766cad084b6931e22c5942", "createdAtBlock": 14192395, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6575, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Silas of El Dorado", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Silas of El Dorado\nSilas wasnt particularly adept at any school of magic.  He was quite proud of his ability to make plants grow, but his familys non-magical nursery did equally well just with fertilizer and water.  Nonetheless, he titled himself an Archmagus and made the rose his totem of power. \n\nSilas was a hermit of the highest order.  He rarely left his familys nursery, and called upon couriers to fetch him goods from the market.  Since he lived on his familys estate outside El Dorado, he never needed to seek employment.  To make a little spending money, he would pen little doodles and have a courier sell them at the city center. \n\nLately he had found himself enamored of the local constable Brynya who was very fond of plants and often visited the nursery. \n\nOne day Silas decided to create a special picture just for her, and wanted to use an ink pigment that was usually very difficult to find.  He had a cousin in a distant land called High Steps that he knew had this pigment, so he hired a courier pigeon to request some ink.  His cousin pigeoned him back that the pigment was on its way via a local courier named ***Larissa (#9620)***.\n\nOne fateful day, while awaiting the courier, Brynya came to the nursery and began browsing the ferns.  Silas mustered up all his courage and went into the nursery to offer her a bright red rose.  That was when he saw the scoundrel ***Cairon of Alfheim (#3216)***."}
{"id": "86eec87c-d532-4d9c-80d2-3bc1745a6899-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:25.334", "backgroundColor": "#150706", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQhBR5gGwxmNaAFuNdGc4CKeiJPVHEc6nAeoaWJV8Y3i7", "txHash": "0xd77d9ef6d103ea670233a2c54e82cc2d88eb008bef90fcde146ae0ca80aa7915", "createdAtBlock": 14203018, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3108, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer JackDaw of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "*Have you never sensed that our soul is immortal and never dies?*\n\nThose words seemed to linger on the walls of the cave, as a cloud of smoke might hold close to the rafters above the hearth.\n\nThe Corvid stepped out from the caves entrance, met with the biting cold of the desert night. Grains of sand pelted his face, driven by the wind.\n\nAs he straightened up to his full height, a pale shape darted out along the ground: the white rat. \n\nSo you were real after all, the Corvid said.\n\nAnd you have already grown accustomed to making claims about reality, said the rat.\n\nThe Corvid was silent.\n\nI am joking, of course. This must feel a bit strange to you  the cold, the sand, the light of the stars.\n\nYes . . . strange, he almost whispered, then raised a glove to his face. Though none so strange as this beak, and these feathers. These will take some getting used to.\n\nThe rat now stood upon its hind legs. Odd for you to find your true form a burden, isnt it? What is it to your beak and your feathers, that you have been so long deceived?\n\nThe Corvid turned back toward the mouth of the cave. It looked quite small against the rock face, which in turn looked quite small against the outlines of distant peaks, and those of the endless rolling sands. As his eyes adjusted he could make out the warm flicker of firelight deep inside the cave, which cast intoxicating shadows against the flat rock walls. Even from this distance they seemed to dance like Bacchae, working themselves into a feverish sort of ecstasy.\n\nThen no more can be saved? he asked the rat. \n\nYou were the last, said the rat. Though perhaps others would have found their way out, were it not your duty to seal the entrance."}
{"id": "86eec87c-d532-4d9c-80d2-3bc1745a6899-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:25.334", "backgroundColor": "#150706", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQhBR5gGwxmNaAFuNdGc4CKeiJPVHEc6nAeoaWJV8Y3i7", "txHash": "0xd77d9ef6d103ea670233a2c54e82cc2d88eb008bef90fcde146ae0ca80aa7915", "createdAtBlock": 14203018, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3108, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer JackDaw of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "The Corvid laughed. My duty! And how will this odd fellow with a birds head seal the hole in this great rock? Shall I go looking for something to roll up against it? Or pile up pebbles one by one with my beak until the cavern is filled?\n\nThe rat did not break its gaze. I told you your name deep in your chthonic prison, replied the rat, have you forgotten already?\n\nJackDaw, you told me. A mighty name, he laughed. Just the sort of name for someone who spends their days stacking up rocks.\n\nRight you are. JackDaw the Geomancer. JackDaw of the Platonic Shadow. In the past you might have closed this hole in the rock like one shuts the flaps of a tent. Or you might have buried the rock face under a mound of sand.\" The rat paused here, perhaps in expectation of protest. JackDaw was silent. \"And it is my lot to see to it that you regain these powers, so that this place might be erased from living memory.\"\n\nThe rat returned to all fours. The wind had stopped, and in its place spread a majestic silence. The stars above, arranged in a great band, spilled into each other like a seam of some fluorescent mineral. \n\nJackDaw, hands at his waist, turned his gaze out upon the dark, rolling expanse.\n\n\"I suppose I can't keep you from following me,\" he said to the rat, and began to walk."}
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{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "# Chapter 1: Into the desert\nDate palms hung heavily over both sides of the rocky crevice, creating a curtain of darkness that hid the interior. The dark split the dunes that guarded the southern shore of Atlantas Pool, where a thin stream of crystal clear water trickled over a jumble of smoothed pebbles. Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics knew that this spring welled up from the nearby underground river that ran under the desert sands all the way from Zaros Oasis. \n\nBaptiste had thought about activating the portal at the oasis itself  it was much closer to the Valley of the Void Disciple than the portal here at the Pool  but rumours abounded of unrest in the Sands between the tribes of the desert and the people of Zaros. For the tales to have reached as far as the Bastion, there must be some merit to them. According to his information, the skirmishes were so far restricted to the south and had not extended towards Great Owl Obelisk.\n\nThe Obelisk overlooked the crossroads between Yellow Wizard Haven, the Battlemage Mountains, and the Valley of the Void Disciple. The latter was Baptistes destination, and the Obelisk would be a vital stop for him to replenish supplies and find out the latest news from the region. The Coalition of Owls was ever a reliable source of information."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "Baron Samedi flitted past him and skimmed over the shallow water at the edge of the pool, snatching at the water with his claws and coming away with a small silver fish. Portal travelling always gave the bat a healthy appetite, and the great distance between here and Dream Master Lake was especially draining. Baptistes stomach growled, reminding him that he too would need to regain his energy. He reached into his pack  the afterglow of the Rune of Neptune in his palm lighting up the interior  pulled out a sizeable portion of smoked meat, and tore off a strip with his teeth.\n\nAs he chewed, he thought back to the events at the Bastion that had led him to finally return south. When he had heard what happened to his mentor, Baptiste had immediately sought out the Purple Arcanist who had witnessed the Archmaguss disappearance. The debate still raged in the Council Hall over what the Bastions involvement should be, but it seemed as though many felt that Soran had brought his fate upon himself for dabbling in dreams. Though they would never say it outright, Baptiste knew that there were some on the Council that both feared and despised the old magic.\n\nBaptiste was one of a growing number of young Adepts at the Bastion who felt that the Councils rabid modernist views were, paradoxically, outdated. The elders had held their positions on the Council for centuries, and for centuries Blue Wizard Bastion had held itself apart as a pillar of technological virtue, striving blindly for advancement whilst scorning the old magic. Baptiste was far more pragmatic: a blend of technology and magic gave a wizard such a diverse array of approaches."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "Though the Council studiously chose to ignore it, there was much power in the arcane, even if there were mutterings about a strange malady inflicted on the Purples by the Psychic Leap. Magus Basil had seemed sane enough during their discussions, which had lasted well into the early hours of the morning  although he did have a strange habit of rubbing his snails slime onto his skin. Everybody said Purples were eccentric, though, and who was Baptiste to judge? He knew that many in the Bastion viewed his own Gnostic beliefs and the almost telepathic bond formed between him and Baron Samedi as skirting the boundaries of decency. The hypocrisy of this was not lost on Baptiste. He scoffed to himself as he thought of the pomposity needed to name a familiar after oneself, as the Council head had done. There were even whispers that Scryer Apollo himself was a cosmic arcanist, though he fervently denied any ties to the old magic. And then there was the scandal surrounding his daughter and her quest to purge the Runiverse   \n\nBasil wiped sweat from his brow; his mind was wandering in the heat. He had grown unaccustomed to desert weather during his long years up north. He touched a panel on his tech coat, and it flared, opening cooling vents along his sides that channelled a steady flow of refreshing  air through the sleeves of his undershirt."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "In the end, Magus Basil had been most gracious in accepting his help and agreeing not to tell the Council. Baptiste felt as though he had made a powerful ally that day. Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics, an Astral Arcanist can never doubt the intentions of someone who owns a stellar staff, the ancient wizard had told him. You may think that you made the decision to bear this staff, but it is they who choose their masters. It saw something in you, my boy, to grant you a link to the Astral Plane.  \n\nYour astral connection lays all your motives bare to me, the old man had continued. The stardust in this staff is nourishment for dreams and dreams are my domain. All dreams, I am afraid, barring the one that really mattered. \n\nBaptiste had listened with growing determination to the story of how the Dream Whisperer had been captured by the Voidlord. Baptiste was sure his mentor had thought to stop Voidoth once and for all, claiming the glory of the cyborgs capture for himself, in the hope of earning the seat on the Blue Council that had so long eluded him. He knew that the Archmagus was still bitter at being passed over during the last raising, almost a hundred years ago. It was a desperate attempt; Baptiste had never managed to convince the Archmagus to accept that the Council would never welcome a Dream Whisperer or any other proclaimed Arcanist into their midst  not while it was still controlled by the Blue Wizards most fanatical technologists. This was one reason why Magus Ozohr, the esteemed professor at the Bastions Academy, also remained shunned by the Council."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "Baptiste shaded his eyes under the harsh desert sun as he set off from Atlantas Pool. Once the astral vision transmitted by his stellar staff had confirmed that Archmagus Soran was being held captive in the Valley of the Void Disciple, there had been no question that it would fall on Baptiste to bring him back, even as the Council still haggled and debated over the best course of action.  \n\nAfter all, who in the Bastion knew that accursed valley as well as he?  \n\n# Chapter 2: In the thrall of the Shadow\nThe trip across the desert had been long and arduous, but mercifully Baptiste had managed to steer clear of the marauding bandits who roved the sands taking advantage of the lawless conditions. He did not want to have to use his magic  it would draw unwanted attention from the Void disciples. \n\nBaptiste had encountered a few travellers along his path who had brought news that the battles around the Oasis were intensifying, but the main trade route to the Obelisk had still been well-traversed by magic-makers. Baptiste had kept to himself though, not wanting even the hint of a rumour to get back to the Valley before he arrived.\n\nHe traced a rune across the sleeve of his tech coat and the material shimmered, tiny overlapping plates twisting and reshaping themselves until they mirrored their surroundings. He threw the hood up over his head once more to complete the illusion, rendering himself just another shadow in the darkness. Baron Samedi, hidden within the large interior pocket of the coat, poked his head out momentarily to send a beam of sonar down the rough-hewn stone tunnel that burrowed deep into the mountainside. Sensors in Baptistes coat relayed the encoded information to a moulded earpiece  the coast was clear."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "The tech coats camouflage imagery, while advanced, was not enough to disguise his presence in direct sunlight, but he had nevertheless been able to pass through the Valley of the Void Disciple without attracting too much untoward attention. It was several years since he had managed to extricate himself from the thrall of the Necromancers, and the guard patrols that combed the Valley had held no familiar faces. Still, he had kept his hood pulled low over his face and his eyes to the ground. \n\nIt had come as a shock to him how many magic-makers still flocked to the Valley, seduced by the call of the Quantum Shadow, willing to hand their allegiance over to the Lord of the Void. It was only the clandestine teachings of the Gnostics that had finally broken the spell Voidoth held over him. He thanked his magic stars every day for the chance encounter that had set him on his path to redemption. And now it had come full circle  the young Adept was back in the Valley where once he had served as a disciple to the Void, yet it was he, this time, who played the role of saviour. He owed everything to the Archmagus and now was his chance to return the favour. \n\nIt had not taken him long to uncover the information he needed to locate his mentors whereabouts: Baron Samedis skills of persuasion had, as usual, been quick to loosen tight lips. Few could withstand the bats hypnotic sonar."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "The trail had led to the Voidlords dungeons, deep beneath the northern mountains that brushed up against the dark underbelly of the Quantum Shadow. Despite being so long away from its grip, Baptiste could feel the tantalising pull of the Shadow strengthening more and more the deeper he descended into the mountains interior. The oppressive atmosphere pressed against him as he slipped past each guard post unnoticed. It urged him to return to the Shadow, pleading with him to open himself to the Void, promising him that his betrayal was forgiven. He shuddered. It took all his Gnostic training and the influence of the stellar staff to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. He would not abandon Archmagus Soran to the Void, even if it cost him his life.\n\nThe chamber he sought was close now: he could sense the use of Shadow magic nearby. Another short burst of sonar from Baron Samedi outlined the frame of a door up ahead in the darkness. Not knowing what he might discover on the other side, Baptiste steeled himself for action as he crept up to the entrance. But just as he raised his staff to blast open the door, he froze. The handle turned and flickering candlelight and the sound of laughter flooded the tunnel as the door swung inwards.\n\nOut stepped Archmagus Soran, dressed in robes of the finest silk, laughing at something the tall man-crow next to him was saying. Baptistes old scars burned with the memory of pain. He knew Necromancer Crackerjack well  the Lord of the Voids First Disciple could be most inventive with his torture techniques."}
{"id": "cf680ce5-8ed1-4434-99fd-891e51a5e92b-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:26.526", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBHEJmYXawEXBghCtqN7ie6MK7GYp4Q5EKfTuvVF1pvb", "txHash": "0x587f773f7e2aca21ee8b67835e6e85114d748798e8292866dc2c315d8bc55216", "createdAtBlock": 14711598, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmToJGCdq3KBMxiupLmegQ6jnytHi2HhYfp1RWYa64tN7R", "name": "Adept Baptiste of the Gnostics", "text": "The pair walked straight by him, seemingly unaware of his presence. He held his breath for what seemed like an eternity, until sounds of the Necromancer and the Archmaguss laughter had faded into nothingness. He gasped, and sank to the floor as his legs gave way beneath him. He had never thought that seeing Crackerjack again would have such an effect on him. \n\nHe cursed himself for his stupidity  he suddenly realised how foolhardy he had been. He had strolled into the enemys lair, so confident in himself, without even the most basic plan for how to deal with any situation other than finding the Archmagus alone. Of course they would never let such a valuable convert out of their sight \n\nBaptiste paused. But he had thought of a plan, hadnt he? He had rehearsed all manner of scenarios on his trek through the desert and yet, as soon as he entered these subterranean tunnels, his mind had simply ignored it all.\n\nAs he made his way cautiously back out of the warren of tunnels, his mind slowly began to clear, and he realised it must be the influence of the Quantum Shadow growing stronger the deeper he quested into the mountain. He would need to figure out a plan that kept him away from the Shadows pull. Baptiste gripped the stellar staff, his knuckles white. The Necromancer had already turned Soran to the Void, that much was clear. This rescue was going to be extremely challenging. \n\n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard777\n\nPart 1: @wizard4298 \n\nPart 2: @wizard292 \n\nPart 3: @wizard2261 \n\nPart 4: @wizard3911 \n\nPart 5: @wizard1177 \n\nPart 6: @wizard2876"}
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{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "# Chapter 1: Rats in a cage\nArchmagus Soran of Dreams stared sourly through the floor-to-ceiling bars of the Citadels dungeons at the two small islands far below, out in the glassy grey-green waters of the Brine. White caps ruffled the surface of the ocean. The wind mocked him.\n\nHe clenched his fist and turned his back on the scene, stalking to the far recess of his cell. Once more he tried to conjure Zephyrs Laugh. A puff of air burst from his fingertips and died that, too, had deserted him. \n\nHe cursed under his breath. Dark smudges under each eye paid testament to the success of the Charmers magic. She had laid her traps well: each time his mind drifted to the edge of the Dream Realm the enchantment flung his mind painfully back to wakefulness. It was incredibly hard to bring himself to fall to sleep again  the pain lingered in his mind constantly, an ache that came back forcefully each time he thought it was abating.\n\nThe Dream Whisperer grated his teeth in frustration. The spell itself seemed to taunt him, deriding his attempts to break his mental shackles. He had tried everything he could to circumvent the womans sorcery. The last time, he had felt as though a revelation was close, but the thin membrane between realms had managed to keep itself just beyond his grasp. \n\nNext time, if he got close enough to the membrane, would he be able to touch it? A touch was all it would take, and the Dream Realm would be his again. Then she would have no way to stop him. Not again. Insolent whelp. How dare she imprison the Dream Whisperer?"}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "This was all that meddling Adepts fault. Soran glowered at a damp patch on the wall. If Baptiste hadnt arrived in the Valley of the Void Disciple and messed everything up, Soran would be helping the Great Lord of the Void advance his preparations in the Quantum Shadow right now! Instead, he found himself here, at the mercy of a jumped-up hypnotist who thought to style herself empress. And most likely in the Voidlords displeasure, if Soran ever made it out of here.\n\nAdept Baptiste had interrupted him just as he was delving into the dreams of Circe of the Abyss  the ruler in Calistas Citadel. The Lord of the Void had tasked him with ensnaring the young Charmer while she slept, to bring her over to the Void Disciples  yet another magic-maker to swell the Voidlords hordes. \n\nThe Citadel was a strong strategic position, a foothold for the Great Lords armies in the west, within striking distance of Alessars Keep and Red Wizard Capital, and an impenetrable coastal fort to control shipping routes between the lands to the south and Alchemists Archipelago. It would have been a triumph for Soran to bring Lord Voidoth the Citadel and its army.\n\nBut then the youthful Adept had projected himself into the melding Soran was weaving to insert himself into the Charmers dreams. Baptiste should not have been capable of accessing the Dream Whisperers mind-meld it had startled Soran, and his distracted mind was caught between the realms as his concentration wavered."}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "He had been too distracted to notice that Circe had seen through his dream web, until it was too late. She had cast a web of her own around him and expelled Baptiste. Sorans face reddened at the indignity of it all the great Dream Whisperer, an exalted Archmagus of the Bastion, trapped by this conjurer of cheap tricks this this Charmer. \n\nAn animalistic growl escaped his lips, sending Morpheus squealing and scrabbling into a dark corner of the cell. The wizards plague rat trembled; the memories of his masters displeasure were surely still fresh in his bright rodent mind.\n\nIf the Adept had survived Crackerjacks displeasure, Soran would find him. And Soran would not end him quickly. He would suffer. The Voidlord would see Sorans true worth. Maybe he would even be raised to Second Disciple. From there it would only be a matter of time before he could usurp Crackerjack in the Great Lords favour. The Dream Whisperer had so much more to offer the Void than a common half-man Necromancer. \n\nSoran paused in mid-stride, rewinding his thoughts. His bright rodent mind He laughed out loud and clapped his hands together gleefully. \n\nThats it, Morpheus! Do you see it?\n\nThe plague rat eyed him cautiously from the shadows, nose twitching uncertainly. Rubbing his hands together, Soran approached his familiar with soothing murmurs. It was time for them both to take a nap and win back their freedom."}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "# Chapter 2: Welcome to the Weird House\nFootsteps echoed in the corridor outside the cell. Morpheus woke with a start. He sniffed the air. The sweet scent of roses was wafting through the gap under the cell door. The rat glanced at his master, who stirred fitfully it could not have been more than a few minutes since they had fallen asleep.\n\nMorpheus floated towards the door, enraptured by the odour. The door opened and he gazed lovingly up into his mistresss brilliant emerald eyes, ready to do her bidding. He did not fear the fox at her heels, for she would let no harm come to him, so long as he obeyed. The alabaster skin of her heart-shaped face shone as she smiled down at him and tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear. Morpheus felt as though his chest would burst with joy as she bent down and coaxed him towards her.\n\nThe deep crimson colour of her long, pointed hat perfectly matched the lustrous rose nestled in the palm of her left hand. As he approached, she stroked the oversized flower and a large petal floated lazily up into the air and drifted towards the Archmagus, who still lay curled on the floor of the cell, smiling serenely now. The petal draped itself over his forehead and he slowly opened his eyes, turning his loving gaze onto Morpheuss mistress. Morpheus felt the jealous rage burning inside him and he made a dash for the old wizard, teeth bared.\n\nIn a flash the fox was upon him, worrying him with sharp teeth.\n\nNow, now Finn, he only wants to show his devotion to his Empress, she said with a musical lilt. Im sure we can all be friends."}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "The fox reluctantly released his grip and returned to his mistresss side, but he continued to eye Morpheus hungrily.\n\nShe crossed the cell towards the Archmagus and offered him her hand. He took it reverently and allowed her to help him to his feet, the rose petal still draped over his head.\nI am happy to see you doing so much better my dear, the lady said in a half-whisper. I do feel bad for having to keep you locked up in here. But you realise that I only did it to protect you?\n\nYes of course, Empress Circe he stammered as anger briefly clouded the Empress face.\n\nPuh-P-Please forgive me, Empress Calista, it wont happen again! I am here to do whatever you may ask I do have some knowledge of the Citadel, in fact I studied the Chronicles of Calista back when I was a student, and Im sure I can be of service, gabbled the wizard.\nThe Empress, her serenity restored, smiled kindly at him and patted his hand. Why thank you Soran, that is very thoughtful. In fact, I have a visitor here who says she knows you. She would very much like to speak with you.\n\nWith pleasure your majesty! I must apologise again, I am not really equipped to entertain the wizard trailed off as he stared around the cell, as though he wasnt quite sure of his whereabouts.\n\nThats quite alright, my dear, this shouldnt take long here she is now."}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "Thats quite alright, my dear, this shouldnt take long here she is now.\n\nThe Empress stepped aside as a teenage girl strode into the cell wearing a purple velour tracksuit, a heavy gold medallion hanging around her neck. Her dusky face was lit by the warm glow of the torch she carried in one hand as she stared haughtily at the two captives. A second fox trotted past her into the cell and snuggled up to Finn, who was now sitting on his haunches cleaning his forepaws.\n\nThe Archmagus was dumbstruck by the girls entry; Morpheus could see him struggling to process what was happening. Morpheus himself could feel his emotions at war  his complete devotion to the Empress wavering in the face of the terror that clasped him in its icy grip.\n\nThey were both very well acquainted with Hex Mage Bathsheba. Yet somehow Morpheus could not bring himself to feel distressed about the fact that their day was about to get a whole lot worse.\n\n# Chapter 3: Welcome to the Weird House\nBathsheba regarded the wide-eyed wizard impassively. Remember me, Soran? she waved a hand as though he would try to answer, although the wizard continued to just stand there slack-jawed. \n\nWell of course you do, old man, dont be ridiculous, Im a celebrity at the Bastion, arent I? Eeee-verybody wants to be the one to bring Bathsheba crawling back to answer to the Council. So many feeble attempts Its really quite tiresome.\n\nBathsheba walked up to the wizard until she stood staring up into his face, hands on hips. Despite only coming up to the Archmaguss shoulder, the girl radiated a presence that seemed to fill the entire cell. She narrowed her eyes, tapping a forefinger against her pouty lips."}
{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "In the background, the Empress watched on, naked devotion in those large green eyes. Morpheus was cowering in a corner, trying not to draw any attention to himself.\n\nSit down, old man, you look exhausted, said the Hex Mage. She spun her body in a half-crouch, pirouetting on the toes of one foot, and in one fluid motion shoved the wizard in the chest with her outstretched arm and whipped the torch around as she continued to spin. The flame streamed forward and began to rotate around the wizard, forming a whirling Rune of Mercury. The glowing rune distended as Soran fell back into it, but then held his weight, curling small rings of burning light around his ankles and wrists.\n\nBathsheba clasped her hands behind her back as she paced slowly back and forth in front of him. What are we to do with you, old man? Empress Calista believes that given a little bit more time with her eternal rose, she can mould you into a good little lapdog Im not so sure.\n\nShe stopped and turned to face the Archmagus, narrowing her eyes. As she took a step forward her face took on a menacing aspect and the Archmagus cringed, struggling against his bonds. \n\nI know what you did, Dream Whisperer, she hissed. Would you beg for forgiveness if I gave you the chance?\n\nThe wizard began to blubber incoherently. Bathsheba rolled her eyes and examined her nails. So pathetic! Even if I wanted to kill you No, thats not right. I do want to kill you. But old Rainbow Cakes has asked me not to kill any more of you wizards. Smiling devilishly at the Archmagus, she continued. Hes right, you know. Its much more fun to extend your discomfort indefinitely."}
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{"id": "7545e210-e844-47e8-8e09-f54f76502ff2-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:27.248", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmathn6uZoQx7eWaFP8sSVnmYCJDMhxqmciSqeNszodR9R", "txHash": "0x7ca21b0e18eedac325d25a6b5bc795aa0a43a956ce3e853b3d2dda2bb3a5d046", "createdAtBlock": 14711684, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2876, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaqnBwueC9UQ7KtQeuGxjReHvzGsqkM3EBXHwSwVb3GYS", "name": "Archmagus Soran of Dreams", "text": "The wizard was nothing more than a blur of colour streaking through the sphere. Morpheus the rat, mesmerised by what was happening to his master, had no time to react as Haze approached. The vixen fixed him in her gaze  his clawtips scrabbled against the floor as he was lifted off the ground. Squeaking in protest, the rat flew across the chamber, straight into the glowing sphere of magic, which gave off a piercing shriek and then suddenly imploded into a bright spark that guttered momentarily and then winked out.\n\n\nArchmagus Soran of Dreams opened his eyes with a groan. The echoes of whispers in the Void reverberated in his mind. Morpheus lay on the damp grass next to him, a dazed expression on his thin rodent face. A shadow loomed over them, blocking out the hazy, pale light of the sun. Dazzling motes of dust sparkled in the air around his head and a silky voice insinuated itself into his consciousness.\n\nAh, Dream Whisperer, so good of you to join us. Welcome to the Weird House, weve been expecting you. \n\n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard777\n\nPart 1: @wizard4298 \n\nPart 2: @wizard292 \n\nPart 3: @wizard2261 \n\nPart 4: @wizard3911 \n\nPart 5: @wizard1177 \n\nPart 6: @wizard2876"}
{"id": "ed117046-f0f3-44a1-96c2-4541e76a8073-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T08:34:37.746", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmayoJUfHCtPpoVh9VkUMKVRiJzgLkRg1mYZpw93XqeVqd", "txHash": "0x8a9848a71f0150d0a59e79788b7d06661f373267e5e6f303be9d6d0e5a1c8d44", "createdAtBlock": 15351328, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3289, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Kazem of the Desert", "text": "# Sorcerer Kazem of the Desert\n_\"What's He up to out there?\"_\n\nNot much is known about Kazem, His intentions, nor in which part of the desert He presides.\n\nIf His ability to conjure mirages as a means to cover His tracks, while maintaining perfect hydration via His water rune, hadn't already made tracking incredibly difficult, His trusty bat Familiar surveying/securing the sandy dunes in the cool hours of the night for intruders, has made this endeavor nothing short of a Fool's errand..."}
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{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "# The people are disillusionedI help them make believe.  H .*:\n\nWe of the Red keep a close watch on the magically attuned. We like to know whos who and whats whatthough the budget for our spy network has waned these past years, and so most of the reports our agents provide are dubious at best. (Side note: Im not sure that paying *more* is actually helpful either, as our agents will simply feel the need to embellish their reports to justify the pay. A quandary.) Still, in any event the various entries on various fellow wizards are entertaining to read. And given that there are no easy or economical ways to verify the veracity of the reports from our agents, I treat this book of lore as an amusement.\n\n\n*My likeness, resplendently captured by the artist Ozzz (with by little help from Mafriends).*\n\nJapes aside: there are, by our estimate, at least seven thousand known magic users in this world. Perhaps more. If we exclude the non-hatted wizards, we of the Red find ourselves in amidst a heptagon of interests."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "*The Yellow Wizards* continue to squander their secrets to eternal youth on frivolous parties and debauchery. If anti-ageing was commercialised properly, we (that is, the Redperhaps in partnership with the Yellow) could heal much of what ails this land. Think of the power! We could certainly use it for greater purposes than simply having a good time. And yet the Yellow horde their chronomancy to themselves, revelling in the Dionysian decadence that ensues. Many of my fellow Red have dismissed the Yellow as hedonistic fools. Yet so many key figures in this realm find their way to the Yellow Wizard Haven and the eternal-parties held in the neighbouring Riviera. I went to attend one of their parties oncebut I have no recollection of what happened, other than to say I awoke naked and covered in glitter. Most vexing. \n\n*The Blue* are no better. They waste their time on quaint technological inventions that diminish the stature of how wizards are perceived by the populace. Now, again, if it were organised betterwith the Red, of coursewe could bring about *such* wonders in this world. But lo, theyre too busy waxing nostalgic and penning academic papers that only Blues can be bothered reading, like some insular cerebral circlejerk. My real worry is that the people start turning to technology againwe know how dangerous that can be. Ergo, it is once again up to the Red Wizards to ensure that magic is granted the respect it deserves.\n\n*The Green* are fine; woodland hippies content in their domains. And *The Brown* are simple enough to manipulate (we typically just get them drunk)."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "*The White*, though. They remain an enigmaeven to us. A largely humourless and austere bunch, the White. Very preoccupied with the Shadow. Its a little unnerving, and I feel that the Red are missing key insight into their agenda. Is only we had more people on the inside!\n\nUltimately, though, its *The Purple Wizards* that remain my primary concern. On the one hand, they are an inspiring, living example of what wizards and wizardry can be. Paragon exemplars! On the other hand: one in five are insanewhich is Not A Good Look for all wizards.\n\nAll of this would be *fine* if not for the growing tensions amidst the general populace. Alessar and his so-called paladins seek to cleanse our Runiverse of magic (or, more specifically: magic users, aka wizards). Ha! I would dismiss this nonsense as an utter farce if it werent for the political fervour he is stirring up. Most disturbing is talk of the clandestine Inquisition. I think this to be a clever fabrication. But, be that as it may, there are *swathes* of disgruntled folk who envy the power of wizardsand they are starting to band together into witch-hunting militia. And that prick Alessar is encouraging it.\n\nOf course we wizards cant move overtly against it. Were in a bind. Whilst we perpetuate the myth that folks are born wizard, the reality is that *anyone* has the potential to become a wizard, given the right exposure to entropy, privilege and luck. But can you imagine what our world might be if everyone believed this? Utter chaos. It would invite our very destruction. We might as well go back to the dark ages of Big Tech."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "The world *needs* the guiding hand of aristocracy; ergo we need to maintain the myth (and in doing so, maintain the stature of wizards). But by the same token, wizards cannot be seen as above the law. We need to at least appear to be law adjacent. Of and for the people, and so on.\n\nAnd this is where IIllusionist Hadrian of the Plains, The Greatest Fool come into play. As de facto Head of the Red Wizards (a jest, said in truth), I ensure that our Runiverse develops in a manner we Red consider to be meaningful progress. \n\nThe people are oft disillusionedI help them make believe.\n\nAdditionally, I serve as Captain of The Vermillion Vanguardor The Red Capes as we are more colloquially known.\n\nOfficially, it was the idea of @wizard3816. (It is important I note this). Illuminatus Iluzor spends much of his/her/their time as the high judge of the courts, wherein he/she/they have come to notice a disturbing pattern which we have dubbed as MODsMagical Ontological Disorders. In other words: wizard insanity.\n\nWhilst this is slower to affect wizards who exist in near perfect affinity with our powers (such as myself), some wizards experience a dramatic ontological refactoring in perspective once they attain (or use) the higher limits of their power. Its almost as if... conventional reality becomes too boring (or easy?) for them. And because peak experience exists when challenge rises to match the skill or power we have, some wizards (subconsciously?) *seek* to modify their experience of reality to bring about this sense of flow. \n\nFor most of us, altered reality is readily achieved via the mostly harmless use of intoxicants, psychedelics and so on. Each of us wizards have our myriad vices."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "But sometimes wizards attain a more permanent sense of altered reality via *magic* itself. These wizards are thus considered to be living within a MOD.\n\nIts insidious, and very hard to notice in others. Even harder (impossible?) to notice in your own self. Why, it could lead to a wizard writing an entry in a so-called book of lore for an imagined audience in another realm of existence altogether! Hoho! Thats an inappropriate meta-jest. I really shouldnt. It is permissible as I am the only one with access to this book, as far as I know, though I am sure @wizard8102 keeps a similar record. {Side note: Corvins Unkindnessa roving band of actual ravenshave been intercepting some of our nospheric flows. I need to look into this.}\n\nHow would you notice ifthrough the use of magic (shorthand for phenomena emergent from the generative tension betwixt order and chaos that exists at a level of complexity considered by most to be ineffable)your sense of reality is shifting? How could you track your own grasp of reality, even as it slides further from the accepted norm? Would it not seem that the rest of the world were increasingly detached from realityand you, the sane one? Would you not begin to feel as though *you* were somehow more enlightened than the rest?\n\nAs far as I know, we cant intervene against our own ontology. And yet! Having a keen sense of (dis)illusionas all illusionists havemeans having a keen sense of what is real. Or at least: what is collectively perceived to be real (the intersubjective memetics that fuel the most powerful illusions we co-create for ourselves)aka The Consensus Reality. I suspect the Illuminati have an advantage here, too. Them and their Validators."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "Now, where was I? Ah yes. And so, Illuminatus Iluzor of the Court noticed the emergence of magical ontological disorders (MODs). Her/his/their role is to ensure a level of perceptible Order is maintained across the Runiverseor at least, the illusion of such. Iluzors astral snail familiar is competent enough at sensing the 5-dimensional emergent threads of confluence amidst the primordial chaosyet the process is frustratingly slow. And so thus the people think the High Court to be too abstract; too elitist and aloofand too entwined with the motives of the Red.\n\nThe populace need something else to believe.\n\nAnd so thus we created the Vermillion Vanguardthe Redcapesa diverse group of superhero wizards. Overtly, these are the paragon wizards meant to display all the virtues of wizardryand to ensure that *all* wizards Do The Right Thing (ie: dont go insane). The Red Capes are the ones who protect wizards (and thus the people) from themselves.\n\nBut covertly: they are yet another propaganda project of the Red.\n\nWe chose the most ridiculous costumes possible: white silk pyjama button-up onesieswhich were easy for Iluzor to get her/his/their head through) with pink pleather boots and gloves, replete with a clich superhero red cape. Its perfectly camp and at once thoroughly endearing, distracting and disarming.\n\nEach of the 49 Vermillion Vanguard (bah, I will just call them Redcapes for nowVV never stuck) were chosen for their personalities and prominence amongst the communities. We have a kobold, a couple of corvids, witches, tengu priestsand we even managed to convince representatives from the Brown and the White (!) to join."}
{"id": "66fb5cff-6526-4564-a9c5-7daf1fba220b-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:24.618", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW5QVqmK8vkLvx9BRsFZDhGuMfmWHFMUuW988vAYnMi3s", "txHash": "0x9ebbdc8a84264abf6d2dc35be50f1988deb75679be0b5eb138fb861a5b346f01", "createdAtBlock": 14202716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3838, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcSLQbeSbSZSwcykHFmn48EUyMxFuw1DNXoBZwRgPWW8", "name": "Illusionist Hadrien of the Plains", "text": "It remains to be seen how effective this project is, but it certainly has bolstered Iluzors reputationhe/she/they can finally be seen to be doing something (a desire held by common folk who cant comprehend complexity and thus love a bias to action). And it certainly has been fun for to prance about with my chaos butterflies, wreaking tidbits of havok here and there. \n\nBut most importantly: its a narrative wedge most of our rivals werent anticipating. *And* we might even manage to mitigate or quell the rise in MODs, whilst simultaneously counterbalancing Alessars witch hunter mob. Well see. \n\nWe are genuinely now in the best place to proactivelyheroically?intervene in the fate of the Runiverse. (Or so we like to promulgate).\n\nAnyhoo; theres a glimpse into my world. Disturbinglyand somewhat refreshinglynearly all of this is true, too. Or at least, true for me, at this moment. Lets see how events unfold. This place tilts precarious; yet somehow we of the Red (or well: I and a select few) might just be able to keep this place from falling apart.\n\nWith warmth and an ironic level of sincerity,\nH\n\n> PS: Once upon a whim I had a poem commissioned for me by the lorepunk bard. Since forming the Redcapes Ive had to suppress this artworkbut still; its fun. And I do so love to confound."}
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{"id": "fb2df6de-6dad-4c5d-bc6a-2bfa091b5c03-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:28.87", "backgroundColor": "#1e3b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWKBqu6DK1DNHRJM9BkZH4xtRkaywmRsugXw8rYSfdC2u", "txHash": "0x0f621665567d7fcb10ce1dfc5a04c37680fe34bb547b9385f63e9b9d43b1cd3a", "createdAtBlock": 14204913, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9395, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Astrid of the Marsh", "text": "# Omega x Astrid\n\nAstrid loved spending time in the marsh, where she could feel the cool, fresh water swirling around her feet. She loved the way the tall reeds brushed against her skin, the way the marsh's soft light illuminated the water's surface.\n\nAstrid was always fascinated by the enchanting creatures that lived in the forest near her home. She longed to learn how to be like them, to be able to cast spells and make things happen with just a wave of her hand. One day, she stumbled upon an old wizard who was practicing his craft in a nearby clearing. Astrid was amazed by the power he displayed and asked him how he did it. The wizard told her that it was all about practice and patience. Astrid was determined to learn from him and started practicing every day. Soon, she was able to cast some simple spells and had even begun to learn some of the old master's secrets."}
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{"id": "f43d29e6-4143-4472-935f-5dd30e9d177d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:31.984", "backgroundColor": "#12170e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPEQXeL9pyi7V6QK459ZFcEs1o3crsks2mUFcPEUTm7YP", "txHash": "0x81e266b0616e5ff5383b16b8167bfb9e2d3ceedf9925a0ad173b8ed91e8eb07c", "createdAtBlock": 14206991, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4896, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Darick of the Grotto", "text": "# Lore of Darick - Chapter I \n\n\n\nAs the earliest moments of light appear and push the darkness of night across the horizon,  \na new day emerges. A multitude of birds of all color and size gladly inhabit this sanctuary  \nof lush forest, crystal clear streams and dense green vegetation. Dew rests upon most things  \nabove ground at this hour giving a delightful glistening as the morning sun shines through  \nany opening in the vast canopy of green that rests high above the well-nourished forest floor.\n \nOne peculiar rabbit emerges from behind a tall ancient-looking ash tree walking along on  \ntwo feet with an occasional hop or leap in whatever direction might feel comfortable at the  \ntime. Far below this place of unending natural beauty and splendor there lies a vast connection  \nof cavernous tunnels wandering throughout the limestone, granite, and marble below. Within a  \ncomfortable grotto near the surface of this mystical place, sits a wizard who possesses such  \nunique knowledge and power over energy and matter that the wonder and beauty of life is but  \na toy or paintbrush to him.  \n\nRecognizing himself for what he truly is, he uses his skill to take many forms and being  \nan ornery wizard is often causing mischief in this manner. Being also a uniquely creative  \nwizard, with a colorful character and bright red beard, found with an eye always protecting  \nthe Forgotten Forest its really no surprise his nickname is Wild Red. Darick enjoys travel,  \ncreating new things or as he calls it \"mix and distribute.\" also colloborating and social  \nevents with other wizards and has quite a passion for the Wizard Arts and playful things.  \nHe is quite proud of a rhyme called \"The Wizard's Hat\" that came to be while working with  \nhis friends @wizard6154 and @wizard8221. Go check it out!"}
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{"id": "8e02402f-eda4-4fee-9d86-db2a46fe1265-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T15:12:27.564", "backgroundColor": "#541d09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZqhTUcPV467SkdarjQJ1df74pv3grDREjnN45hVYq8C2", "txHash": "0xb510e7d06b2190af607ef3bdd068a7c5827874cef1487c2b7027c9e9581461ee", "createdAtBlock": 15353086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8123, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Garth of the Coliseum", "text": "# Garth's Tale\n\nThe coliseum was of one voice.\n\nGarth! Garth! Garth!\n\nAll five thousand of them shouted his name. \n\nNo one can stand against Garth of the Coliseum! He heard one scream.\n\nHis opponent was several feet away from him. The man could barely stand, desperately clinging on to consciousness. He leaned on his sword that was planted deep on the ground. The mans face was barely recognizable. His left arm was twisted in a painfully, odd angle. Still, he refused to yield. Garth admired his will to fight but, at the same time, found it to be idiotic. \n\nYou fought well, Garth said. As well as you could have anyway.\n\nThe man looked like he was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth only blood came out. He fell on his knees. His eyes remained glued on Garth.\n\nThis can not be the end. Yield and live and learn.\n\nGarth raised his axe. This battle is over!\n\nThe coliseum erupted. After fifty bouts, not a soul was able to best Garth in single combat. \n\nGarth relished the cheers. This was his home. \n\nGarth! Garth! \n\nThese were his people.\n\nGarth!\n\n--------\n\nGarth!\n\nThe old man opened his eyes to see Gregs beady eyes looking down at him. What is it, you stupid duck?\n\nIts time to open the store, you old fart. Greg hopped down from his chest to the floor. The people are hungry, and the ramen wont be cooking itself.\n\nGarth slowly sat up; his body protested each move he made. His thoughts remained  in the dreaming--he could still hear the cheers, still feel the axe in his hand, smell the scent of blood in the air."}
{"id": "8e02402f-eda4-4fee-9d86-db2a46fe1265-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T15:12:27.564", "backgroundColor": "#541d09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZqhTUcPV467SkdarjQJ1df74pv3grDREjnN45hVYq8C2", "txHash": "0xb510e7d06b2190af607ef3bdd068a7c5827874cef1487c2b7027c9e9581461ee", "createdAtBlock": 15353086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8123, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Garth of the Coliseum", "text": "His gaze fell on his hands. They looked nothing like the ones in his dream. Gone were the strength in them, replaced instead by swollen joints and arthritis. \n\nOld man? Greg stood by the door, a concerned look on his face.\n\nIm alright, my webbed feet friend. You go on ahead and prep the kitchen. \n\n-----\n\nThe ramen shop was located inside one of the many rooms of the Two Crow Bazaar. Presently, the bazaar was situated in the middle of a swamp just outside the coliseum where the unfortunate dead were being dumped.\n\nTo find Garths shop, one only needed to follow the inviting aroma of tonkotsu ramen and deep-fried gator cutlet. It was a small placebarely enough for four customers at a timemanned by Garth and Greg Magebane (a duck he saved four years ago from being eaten by the gators outside). \n\nThe former warrior opened the shop ten years ago after he retired from the coliseum. Two Crows was kind enough to offer him a room for lodging and his ramen shop. It was not an easy transitionfrom being the main event, to a lowly ramen chef. \n\nOrder up. He placed the bowl and deftly slid it on the counter to a waiting customer. The man hungrily picked up the chopsticks and hungrily slurped down the noodles. He looked to be a gladiator fresh from a match.\n\nHad a great win? Garth asked.\n\nThe man looked up from his bowl and replied with a shrug.\n\nYou know, I used to fight in the coliseum as well. Garth said. Greg, who was busy chopping up scallions, let out a groan. Garth ignored the duck. I actually used to be the best fighter in the coliseum back in the day."}
{"id": "8e02402f-eda4-4fee-9d86-db2a46fe1265-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T15:12:27.564", "backgroundColor": "#541d09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZqhTUcPV467SkdarjQJ1df74pv3grDREjnN45hVYq8C2", "txHash": "0xb510e7d06b2190af607ef3bdd068a7c5827874cef1487c2b7027c9e9581461ee", "createdAtBlock": 15353086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8123, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Garth of the Coliseum", "text": "The man placed the empty bowl on the counter and smirked at Garth. Whatever you say.\n\nGarth started to recall his dream. Its true. He said, desperation tinged his voice. No one could best me when I was in my prime. He was now standing in front of the man.\n\nSure, old man. The man stood up. \n\nGarths hands darted forward, grabbing the man by his clothes. The entire arena used to be filled with people chanting my name.\n\nGreg rushed to his friend and tried to pull him away from the irate customer. Back off, Garth. He turned to the grumbling warrior and apologized. \n\nMove on from your daydreams, old man, and just focus on your ramen. They dont even taste that good. Said the warrior before exiting the shop.\n\nWhats wrong with you? Greg said to Garth. Youre lucky that man didnt swing his fist at you.\n\nHe should have then I wouldve put him back in his place. Garth sat down. His face felt warm.\n\nGreg sighed. You need to let the past go, Garth. You had your moment of glory. Time to focus on what we have now.\n\nGarths hands shook. He balled his hands into fists to keep them steady.\n\nIts time to move on. \n\nHe watched Greg pick up the empty bowl and place it in the sink.\n\n-----\n\nAs the years piled up, Garths body began to slow down. The defeats soon followed. Garth clearly remembered the first one. It was a match against Fullax the Stone Face."}
{"id": "8e02402f-eda4-4fee-9d86-db2a46fe1265-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T15:12:27.564", "backgroundColor": "#541d09", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZqhTUcPV467SkdarjQJ1df74pv3grDREjnN45hVYq8C2", "txHash": "0xb510e7d06b2190af607ef3bdd068a7c5827874cef1487c2b7027c9e9581461ee", "createdAtBlock": 15353086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8123, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Garth of the Coliseum", "text": "The coliseum was deafeningfilled with cheers for him. Him and Fullax exchanged blows and he remembered his arms getting heavier with each strike. Fullax did a leg sweep which Garth avoided. His opponent followed it up with a swift backswing of his club. Garth saw the blow coming, but his body moved a second too late. The club struck him clean on the temple.\n \nThe next thing he knew was he was on the ground, lying on his side. Silence filled the arena. It was as if a petrification spell had been cast on everyone. Fullax stood above him; arms raised high in the air. \n\nGarth initially chalked it up as an outlier, an anomaly. But eventually, the losses became more frequent. \n\n------\n\nFuck.\n\nWere short again this month? Greg asked as he continued wiping the countertop.\n\nYeah. Garth placed the money back in the small chest. Third month now. If this continues Two Crows will kick us out.\n\nIts hard to compete against the new shops that keep popping up inside the Citadel. Greg said. And its not helping us that were in the middle of a gator filled swamp.\n\nYou know we cant afford the spaces inside the Citadel. \n\nSowhat now? The duck asked.\n\nA pained sigh escaped Garth. I dont know, my friend. I dont know.\n\nHe walked over to the end of the counter and picked up the empty plates. Thats when Garth saw the flyer. It was caught beneath a tray, splattered with pork broth. \n\nIt was a flyer for the annual Gladiator Open and the cash prize was enough to pay half a years worth of rent. \n\nGreg? Wheres my old armor? The old man asked."}
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{"id": "99b12be1-96a6-430c-beab-be566184d0f9-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T22:28:12.929", "backgroundColor": "#210152", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZJNFRP7sunQUnRD7ubfMTvt9dhwuL68h2zcu6VRHPGMz", "txHash": "0xe427910a32b1b1f7c7ca5c0ed9915fa49fd05f63bb1f534f8816311c219fb226", "createdAtBlock": 15355011, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 787, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sauda Death of the Citadel", "text": "# The Origin of Sauda Death\n\n\n\n*If there is a chance I could be free, I would choose a life without a curse of shadows. But, this power is not mine. It is everyones clouded dreams in the palm of my hands. I can change time. I can save this world from evil that cant be touched. This is our only hope.* - Sauda.\n\nA winters tale many years ago. As told by the whispers of the streets. Confetti of light and glorious smiles. The Citadel Empyria. Past misty forests and above the lands of forgotten. Empyria has stood strong against civil conflict for many centuries, with its crystalized fortress and spirit guardians of the mountain. Until one day, the light faded.\n\nIt all started with the sky. A child floating down, surrounded by dark energy. The citizens looked up in fear and ran inside their homes. Except for one woman. Princess Empyria. A bride-to-be, yet afraid to make the final step. However, at this moment, she was the bravest of all. She ran towards the center of the plaza as the child began falling. Breathing heavily through the cold, while holding her hood down. The princess could never have her face seen as it protects royalty from corruption and despair.\n\nAs the child almost strikes down towards the plazas fountain, Princess Empyria leaped just in time to catch the unknown child. A sudden impact of embrace created a mysterious strike of otherworldly chaos. Raining fire and tears of the earth. The guardians screamed in pain as the childs shadow was crushing the kingdom with speckles of galactic magic. Looking high above from Empyria castle, the head wizard watched intensely, as his hands began to shake with uncertainty. This was not a \ngood omen."}
{"id": "99b12be1-96a6-430c-beab-be566184d0f9-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T22:28:12.929", "backgroundColor": "#210152", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZJNFRP7sunQUnRD7ubfMTvt9dhwuL68h2zcu6VRHPGMz", "txHash": "0xe427910a32b1b1f7c7ca5c0ed9915fa49fd05f63bb1f534f8816311c219fb226", "createdAtBlock": 15355011, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 787, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sauda Death of the Citadel", "text": "The princess tried to calm the child down but her eyes were pale. She could see droplets of sinister figures dancing around the dilated pupils. The child was cursed and could die at any moment. Princess Empyria quickly began to sing an enchantment that would surround both of them with the holy crystals of light. This power is a family genetic that allows magic to be still for a moment of time. The citizens came back outside and watched as they saw a woman and child in the center of a fortified dome. They did not know it was Princess Empyria.\n\nAll pain and suffering began to freeze in space, slowing down the forces of gravity. The princess continued to hush the noise and noticed the childs eyes form back to consciousness. A lovely lavender gently touched the surface. Princess Empyria smiled. When she placed the child down, she noticed a glowing dark shard embedded into her chest. It suddenly cracked and a ghostly body emerged out from its fragments. It was a strange lifeform that the princess has never seen before. It was weak and dying. The child began to cry as it appeared to be its protector.\n\nA few minutes passed and the child spoke an ancient language, trying to wake the shadow up. Princess Empyria watched and saw the darkness from the shadow begin to drain life all around. The citizens were falling ill and plants disintegrating. She then realized that this was the aftermath of something much greater than her understanding. Their home was in danger of extinction."}
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{"id": "9355841c-7454-44b4-9bd7-8e309fb03f6b-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T22:43:46.086", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSyLJ3JoifdLLD8XhmRR5YV64Knq5AQ4nbC2GBibFDA5g", "txHash": "0x5e8cddb627e1cbac3523034a978d221a3cdb09f0a5aad4af15ab4368de8402ad", "createdAtBlock": 15355080, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10234, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmd7VHhF7h2AiSxB38ERDpGmqvKUWVDgHjELatDfkfCg57", "name": "Flamma Chopper of Liches", "text": "The ponies and Flamma all chuckled under their breath. Magus stops pacing, smiles, and then, too, chuckles.\n\n\"Ok next...\n\n2. We've got this scroll right here - \n\n(https://wizzypedia.forgottenrunes.com/Barren_Outpost).\n\nThis one lists their mission needs for the diplomats that are arriving from now until the next month or so. You'll choose one of the missions you have sufficient BARREN with which to enact the mission and mission enchantment, locate the cipher attached to said mission, then place it...\n\n3. Onto the blank space on this scroll -\n\n(https://otc.sudoswap.xyz/#/load).\n\nSign the cipher. Sign the magical transmission. Bam. So easy, a Goblin could do it.\"\n\nFlamma and the both ponies have now started on their fifth apple.\n\n\"Look, it's all rather simple - in fact, most of these steps are described as so in the Wizzypedia scroll. Just because you've never operated magical items like this before doesn't mean the difficulties therein are not much larger in your head than in actuality.\"\n\nMagus Kingsley felt like his father all of a sudden. Flamma smiled. They all started laughing, even the ponies."}
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{"id": "bedd27c4-e10e-4a5a-a28d-44cc1d02eabe-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:03.908", "backgroundColor": "#4e1310", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUuXgAJCzcqkcUEUdPSv2Ezwh9yAPP7hVfEjf1hK5f9Cq", "txHash": "0xf5c2a1b5bd754e731bbd76123b8b171ba799cecd4bc780237bb1a157c699812a", "createdAtBlock": 14219068, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4966, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcvhU1UUL3ZJ57HBM9zwG5vTBb26hNF8XdPbBXfhWc249", "name": "Rose on grave", "text": "*BANG!* \n\nThe window of her room explodes with a loud burst. She falls to the ground. Splinters fly across the room. \n\nSquinting for the pain, Nori sees the most beautiful man emerge from the smoke. He climbs the window and graciously trips on the frame. He tumbles to the ground, elegantly bringing the bookcase down with him. Like a charming prince, he cracks his back and realigns the jawbone with the rest of his skeleton head. He is the wizard Nori always dreamed of. \n\nAemon, who broke into the vault with the intention of stealing the kings most valuable possession, inadvertently succeeds. \n\nWith the kings army on their tail, Aemon and Nori escape the Brambles, and after months of traveling, find respite in Moorville, a hidden village of farmers and shepherds, with a couple of shops and a tavern. \n\nAemons purse buys them a wonderful house, and Noris charm buys them the affection of the townfolk. They give birth to Azazel, a beautiful baby boy, whose golden skull shimmers of a red-yellow light. \n\nAemon can finally enjoy his riches. On Azazels sixteenth birthday, Aemon celebrates by building an *Obelisk* to rise above everything in sight. But the symbol of Aemons love for his son is also the cause of their doom. \n\nWith the Obelisk to guide them, the King and his army, led by Sorcerer Zaros of the Capital, finally find Moorville. They must rescue the princess, kill the thief who stole her, and destroy their monstrous child. \n\nAemon, Nori, and their son, Necromancer Azazel of the Obelisk, are trapped. The kingsmen blockade the village and tighten the noose quickly. Aemon knows it is just a matter of minutes until they find them."}
{"id": "bedd27c4-e10e-4a5a-a28d-44cc1d02eabe-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:03.908", "backgroundColor": "#4e1310", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUuXgAJCzcqkcUEUdPSv2Ezwh9yAPP7hVfEjf1hK5f9Cq", "txHash": "0xf5c2a1b5bd754e731bbd76123b8b171ba799cecd4bc780237bb1a157c699812a", "createdAtBlock": 14219068, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4966, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcvhU1UUL3ZJ57HBM9zwG5vTBb26hNF8XdPbBXfhWc249", "name": "Rose on grave", "text": "Aemon refuses let Nori live in chains. And will protect his son at all costs. So he slips his hand deep into his pocket, where he finds... the key to Alessars chest. \n\nIt is time to turn everything to nothing. He casts the *Forbidden Spell*.  Twists the key in the padlock. The lid flies open. \n\nAn explosion of *Sacred Flame* blinds him. After that, oblivion. \n\nWhen the mushroom cloud of dust settles on the ruins of old Moorville, the ashen corpses of town-folk and soldiers alike rise into their new life, reborn with powers before unimaginable. Their souls have been freed from the chains of mortality to fulfill their true destinies, evolved into their true selves. \n\nAn army of souls gathers around the crater where the village once was, seeking the wizard who freed them, but all they find is... \n\n...a Rose on a Grave.\n\n\n\nAs they stare at the flower, an invisible presence breaches their dark hearts.\n\nOne by one they kneel before the Rose, swearing loyalty until the end of times. \n\nWithin the Rose flows the lifeblood of a wizard who made the ultimate sacrifice of both flesh and gold to protect those whom he loved."}
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{"id": "22c059f9-a045-4110-8760-cc61dd7fc7ee-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:05.658", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSaun8LrS88zZnPVhhXApS4TkEwmUUMs3tGoggnk4KURT", "txHash": "0x656b8bc497a827140790b2a77dd6c6ac8168e685700e1d6541f7e616c1d1485d", "createdAtBlock": 14225906, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8564, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Darby of the Gnostics", "text": "An excerpt from *Darby, Soul Hunter*\n\nArchmagus Darby got off the train in Goblin Town, eager to find some Forgotten Souls to shoot. He sure loved his job.\n\nGoblin Town was bigger than hed expected. It took a hardy folk, tough as runed granite, to civilize this rugged a land - but theyd still be scared to death if they knew what manner of evil was breathing down their necks.\n\nThen Darby noticed the signs. Weary eyes from staying up all night keeping watch. Nervous glances sent in the direction of every stranger. No children running about. And an unusual number of cheap wooden coffins stacked in front of the undertakers. Yes, sir, Goblin Town had itself an undead problem.\n\nGoblin Town sure is pretty! an excited Owl named Hache exclaimed as he waddled down the trains steps.\n\nYou say so, Hache. He'd become fond of his companion because he always managed to find glitter in every cesspool.\n\nI do. Hache took a deep breath, ruffling his feathers pleasantly. Ah, smell that, um, *almost* fresh air.\n\nIt smelled like blend of Kobold armpit and a Celtic sludge mine to him. \n\nCheer up, boss. This is another grand adventure, Hache chirped.\n\nIll be cheery once we put this band of Wizard eating bastards in the ground.  This could be the toughest lot yet..  the stench of Goblin Town alone probably attracts a lot of undead.\n\n...and we get paid, Hache reminded Darby.\n\n..AND we git done paid. \n\nDarby swung his runed rifle over his broad shoulders. Crafted by none other than the great Kobold weaponsmith Rumpleskin himself, it looked more like a portable copper colored cannon to average sized folk."}
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{"id": "e6eaeee3-6561-44da-9ade-ee19a14764f5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:06.381", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSWYvPnSAYp2nEseHvSTUwqkCavyAfHe9EJ8GiejQRpE", "txHash": "0xa3e576d9f4581078589a4ea607e49a26fdc510582b2e78cc4ea9def75d68aba9", "createdAtBlock": 14220140, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9767, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Aldus of the Secret Fire", "text": ">A brotherhood seeking inner light, forced into the shadows after deciphering the *Scroll of the Sacred Flame*. What was prophesied to bring enlightenment to anyone who gazed upon its flame, was an obfuscation of dark magic by the highest initiates- opening a rift in the Runiverse for demonic possession of any wizard who so choose cross the Sacred Flame.  \n\n>*Ordo Secretum Flamma*\n\nAldus, the last Eastern Magus of the Secret Fire, seeks redemption against the darkness by closing the rift opened to the Quantum Shadow. In possession of occult text from the East, he attained insight into what occurred within the Order that fateful night- an inversion of the sacrosanct. He now seeks a text which was deemed unholy by those higher initiates - the *Scroll of the Sacred Darkness* - the last spark of hope to extinguishing the Sacred Flame."}
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{"id": "577260af-e04b-463a-91e4-1352f966f880-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:28:07.719", "backgroundColor": "#2c010a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZfE4qEC7SYFgFKR9RwRa2PUmejYF9zEHhjgKtUM6hKTe", "txHash": "0x61970aa6e4bb29eaf69d37010172c027503c229f2c0e8150a884eb9a02624022", "createdAtBlock": 14221556, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 93, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWtg3xt1oBTg2HiApBym5WaLkAss6duKijQURFGndTeEz", "name": "Betty the Brave", "text": "## \n# The Lore of Betty The Brave #93\n\n\nBetty the Brave of the Sacred Herd  \n\nThe Forgotten Runiverse is a large place. Many of the wizards do not yet know of the wonders the mysteries or features in other parts of the great land. In a place called the Elysian Fields, a sacred herd of an estimated 567 ponies appeared in the Forgotten Runiverse. The exact time and date of the emergence of these ponies is unknown. What is known is that these ponies have made way to the company of around 300 or so wizards, warriors, and even souls. Some holders keep and care multiple ponies, which is rare. The magical ponies vary in size, strength, appearance, magical ability, temperament, and about everything else that comes along with personalities of wizards, warriors, and souls.  \n\nBetty The Brave is special pony. She is willing to carry her passengers anywhere in the Forgotten Runiverse. She can traverse any type of terrain or surface. She carries a Rune of Earth which allows her to tread on any surface with ease! Ice, snow, mud, rock sand, gems, lava, and those elemental surfaces case by wizards are no match for her. Her Rune of Earth allows for Betty to convert any surface to solid, firm ground. She can do this at full gallop or in an easy gait. Her hooves provide stability on any surface, save for water. She can climb mountains, cross deserts, and ride to the polar north at full speed.  The Earth Magic comes from two major domains: The stone, minerals, crystals, and gems of the Forgotten Runiverse, and the flora and fauna of the living world."}
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{"id": "db1ba298-7370-4466-a634-ca641710d3e5-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-17T03:28:01.847", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZQeVnqNbuN7axcfshPup2pwiQiUh7tR9jins6YMLGZde", "txHash": "0x1cc5121104345468d42c9fdf3bf8702a7cf51da4e571daacb8e46d3503a8b7f7", "createdAtBlock": 15356308, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5083, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Imu of the Capital", "text": "# IMU\n# OF \n# THE \n# CAPITAL\n\n\"Have a good night, see you tomorrow I'm sure.\" Imu said to the barkeep as he left the tavern, Nosferatbrew in hand. The cool evening air refreshed his spirit after spending so long inside. He wiped the sweat from his brow and started on his way.\n\nAs Imu stepped away from the building and headed down the road he was approached by two shadowy warriors.\n\n\"G'evening guys.\" Imu nodded and kept walking.\n\n\"Hey, Slow down there, how's about you give us your gold and we'll be on our way.\" One gruff warrior said.\n\n\"What do I get out of it?\" Imu inquired.\n\n\"Just give us the gold, you old duck!\" as he spoke he lunged at Imu's coin purse and as quickly as it happens Imu stumbles backwards grabs the warriors sleeve and pulls him down to the ground. Imu springs up as quickly as he fell and turns to the other warrior who blurts out\n\n\"You didn't spill a single drop when you fell! What kind of game are you playing?\" The so far quiet partner in crime insisted.\n\nImu only looked over at the warrior, puzzled.\n\nHe continued \"I thought you said this guy was drinking Kobold Koolaid!\"\n\n\"Drunk? Why would you think that? I'm the brewer and owner of The Crooked Cockatrice...\" Imu explained to the wannabe thieves as he pointed over his shoulder at the establishment. And at that moment, they realized they hadn't picked some drunkard to be their target.\n\n\"**Hear and Listen:**\n\n**What was, was.**\n\n**What is, is.**"}
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{"id": "c9b1847f-f83c-44ce-81f2-3b46d0c6203f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:28.146", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXZv6fWdGtTfTgmoKcvsyBgY9R3PKAnn467dyoZ7Qht9m", "txHash": "0xa924cbe880faee6a0167a48012d09afa88370c545e87178c4e565983d9516ce8", "createdAtBlock": 14221004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 308, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdHxPKDFKsvVFH37wb9Hk2m5BXUnUur1EekUj6hPxZo7z", "name": "Druid Alessar of the Cosmos", "text": "# Druid Alessar of the Cosmos\n\nLittle has been written about Druid Alessar of the Cosmos as druid doctrine prevents recording their knowledge in written form. What is known is that he was born to a druid family and undertook the arduous study of space spells specializing in the powers of the moon. He began harnessing the power of the moon to channel its energy.\n\nThe forcible spells required to do this overtook Alessar and had the side effect of turning him green. Alessar didnt heed warnings from his family to stop before the damage was irreversible. The more he conducted the space spells, the greener his tone became. Eventually, he reached a point of no return and was permanently green.\n\nHe became feared by fellow villagers and was shunned by his family. He went into exile. This was tough for Alessar as he was outgoing and enjoyed spending time with others. He decided to search the cosmos to find a way to return his skin to his normal hue so he could once again rejoin his family and friends."}
{"id": "41a35071-a9a1-4be3-bb00-d79517a6ac09-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:39.76", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWuPDE6cm4hEyTxGXpVdXytDY8sFwNkm58M285yWKr4h6", "txHash": "0xc70fa51569fd54ec3fa8a6dcb31a2472e5e1d3abb823519a1e6ffca9cd12246b", "createdAtBlock": 15046876, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3642, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Audax Crasher of Frogs", "text": "# The Lore of Audax Crasher of Frogs\n\nAudax never liked frogs unless they were on a plate. They're slimy and gross. It certainly didn't help that Audax was constantly bullied in school with frogs being hidden in his locker and in his bags.\n\nEven though these days are long gone, Audax's distaste for frog kind has persisted and grown stronger. After training his field hound to sniff them out, Audax equiped himself with everything he needed to deal with them. Spiked bat and Chelonian armor together make it very difficult for soft little frogs to get within range.\n\nBut in Audax's mind, there must be a frog king behind all of this. So he goes through the swamps, looking for any frog that might know anything about a frog king. The clues he has found have been sparse. But along the way he has found that he is not alone. A handful of other warriors share his zeal for attacking frogs and they are similarly prepared in their arms. Together they might just achieve their goal: to take down of all frogs in the runiverse."}
{"id": "7eb3564a-45c7-4a42-a2a1-3bfecdb85ba6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:49.019", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTE9ciLcJfcxpoE2z4a8BGiTaZY5zR8DJSjn4pxJ8Lbn", "txHash": "0xe52a46f44e0b85efa97d9cc570242dc5e7a00226a79b350a16400029d7237af7", "createdAtBlock": 14221100, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 308, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qma96xYvpW1X2Ft1C51xxaNEd9JtrBvjghtGnogZ7Vg4QR", "name": "Druid Alessar of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Druid Alessar of the Cosmos\n\nAlessar heard of a mysterious wizard in Yellow Wizard Haven who had helped cure green wizards who dabbled too far into the wicked spells and sought to seek them out. The journey would be long from his home in Alessars Keep and the quickest route required him to sail across Kelpies Bay, down Chronomancers Riveria to Atlantas Pool. From there hed arrive directly at his destination. This would be a tricky route and he worried about how the other passengers would react to his unusual appearance.\n\nHe feared being thrown in the barracks. Alessar also suffered from terrible seasickness and was not looking forward to the prospect of a long voyage where he felt ill. After pondering for several long moments he came to a realization that wizards who are seasick appear green. Yes, thats it, thought Alessar. He would sneak onto the boat and keep a low profile until it was underway. Then use his seasickness as a cover for his skin coloring. With his mind made up Alessar made plans to stowaway on a boat that very night."}
{"id": "ef56b99c-5f7d-4820-ade1-ef7651372231-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:29.329", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6aZbqaL8A7bpKFC9ctM3m6FrT73x6duWsTRJi6pqimb", "txHash": "0x4f7c28c91b2315738715989acbd179b49ba3a2c938678a26bd2b7ddfc483a71d", "createdAtBlock": 14712370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "This is but the first chapter in a longer story. For the full and current collection of the stories of the Order of the Eternal Rose visit here: https://mirror.xyz/eternalrose.eth\n\n# The Origin of the Eternal Rose\n\n\n\n## The Story of Sam\n\n\n\nIt was hundreds of years ago now, hundreds or more In a quieter time. \n\nIn the gardens of the Red Wizard Capital, a humble Wizard by the name Samuel of the Canyon, worked tirelessly, weeding, tending, watering and harvesting. He had a love for the plants most will never understand and he was happiest when he was amongst the hedges and briars.\n\nSamuel was a simple wizard. He knew in his heart, he belonged in the Canyon, but from the day he met his dear Thana, he knew he had to do whatever he could to get close to her. A poor provincial wizard like him had no chance with a lady of the capital like her, but their love transcended the boundaries of rich and poor. The gardens of the capital were a place for him to work, but also a place they could meet and keep their love secret. There under the apple trees in the scattered orchard, they could be alone, just the two of them.\n\nAnd the gardens were loved by all commoners of the capital. Though Sam kept it well tended, the gardens themselves werent much to look at. The stone walls were crumbled and discoloured, the cobblestone pathways were cracked and showed their wear and the rusty old gate creaked loudly as you came and went. But Samuel didnt mind: the gardens were a place for common folk. Somewhere they could go and escape the high society that so much of the capital had become. A place for the people, nurtured by a man of the people."}
{"id": "ef56b99c-5f7d-4820-ade1-ef7651372231-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:29.329", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6aZbqaL8A7bpKFC9ctM3m6FrT73x6duWsTRJi6pqimb", "txHash": "0x4f7c28c91b2315738715989acbd179b49ba3a2c938678a26bd2b7ddfc483a71d", "createdAtBlock": 14712370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "And the roses were Samuels most beloved treasures. None in the realm had ever seen roses like these. Some even say that they had magical healing powers, though that might be a story for another day\n\nThe word of the roses of the capital gardens grew and Samuels work was recognized and appreciated by the high Red Wizards. It wasnt long before his rose garden grew so beautiful that it became one of the most sought after places in the capital. People started travelling from far and wide to take in the beauty and wonder of this magical place. Under Samuels care, the gardens always looked immaculate, so much so, people began to call it The Gardens of the Eternal Rose for no matter what the season, Sams roses always were in bloom.\n\nSam proposed that they expand the gardens and he could take cuttings of the roses making the gardens larger so more could enjoy them. However, the powers at work in the capital saw the opportunity before them. Fueled by greed, they wanted to take the roses from the people and offer them only to the oligarchs.\n\nThey brought fine architects, glamorous gardners and marvellous masons from all over the kingdom. They planned to completely rebuild the gardens surrounding the rose hedges: uproot the vegetable gardens, cut down the fruit trees, weed out the medicinal herbs and reagents. The plan would see the gardens transformed into a place of luxury and glamour.\n\nThe rusty old iron gate was replaced with one made of enchanted rose gold that would only allow those of the utmost wealth and prestige to enter. The common folk were shooed off by the capital guards and told to find their food and medicines elsewhere: they were no longer welcome in the Eternal Garden. But as construction began, the day came where they took down the orchard. The moment the tree he and his beloved shared together fell, Thana too fell into a deep mystical sleep, seemingly unending"}
{"id": "ef56b99c-5f7d-4820-ade1-ef7651372231-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:29.329", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6aZbqaL8A7bpKFC9ctM3m6FrT73x6duWsTRJi6pqimb", "txHash": "0x4f7c28c91b2315738715989acbd179b49ba3a2c938678a26bd2b7ddfc483a71d", "createdAtBlock": 14712370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "Samuel couldnt take it any longer. His true love and his gardens both being ripped from him sent him into a rage. His next actions were as if possessed. With his hedge sheers in hand he went to work.\n\nMinutes later, Sam was running from the gardens, hustling through the streets of the city. The enchanted pockets of his overalls were deeper than they looked: much deeper. He tried to keep his rage hidden as he headed through the streets of town and through the city gates out onto the highway. The capital guards barely looked at him twice. He looked like a lowly commoner after all.\n\nIt was only after the capital was a low bump on the horizon did Sam fall to his knees, weeping. Looking into his pockets he checked on his cuttings. There, in his coverall pockets, the rose bush cuttings wrapped in damp cloth were hidden. Another pouch held seed packets of so many of his treasured trees, herbs, shrubs and more.\n\nHe would start a new garden. A garden for the common folk of the land. And maybe one day, that garden would wake his true love and bring her back to him.\n\n## The Eternal Roses\n\n\n\nWith all the construction in the capital gardens it was actually days before anyone noticed Samuel was gone. But it was a full week before the true gravity of Sams magic was understood. See, when Sam took his cuttings from the bushes, he not only cut the roses, but he also cut the magic from the briar as well.\n\nThat day marked the last day any roses would bloom in the capital gardens. Sam cut one and took it with him, but the others became the last roses the Eternal Garden would ever grow. But the magic of the roses lingered on as those remaining roses were also enchanted and became the Eternal Roses. Never to wilt, never to die, they stayed beautiful, always."}
{"id": "ef56b99c-5f7d-4820-ade1-ef7651372231-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:29.329", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6aZbqaL8A7bpKFC9ctM3m6FrT73x6duWsTRJi6pqimb", "txHash": "0x4f7c28c91b2315738715989acbd179b49ba3a2c938678a26bd2b7ddfc483a71d", "createdAtBlock": 14712370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "When the magic of the roses was understood the oligarchs went mad with greed. Hacking roses from the bush, the people of the capital scrambled to cling to the memories of the gardens and the mystical powers these roses might have. Some fell into the hands of those who truly treasured them, while others sought them only in envy and greed. Today, they are scattered across the land, held by wizards of all sorts. Some understand there is a simple beauty with them, thorns and all, but others hold them clinging to their majesty and power.\n\n## The Enchanted Garden\n\nWanting the magic of the gardens back in the capital, the oligarchs had Samuel hunted. Guards, bounty hunters and even devoted cultists of the roses alike searched for him and his new garden. \n\nWith a little help from some friends he met fleeing the capital, Samuel built a new garden. The magic of the garden grew its own defences to hide itself from those who sought after it for the wrong reasons, showing itself only to those worthy. \n\nIt became known as the Enchanted Garden.\n\nTo this day, on one knows exactly where the Enchanted Garden is. Some say theyve found it in hedge wizard wood, others the fey or the thorn or the pines by dream master lake. Some say the Enchanted Garden is exactly where you need it to be and will find you in your hour of need. Some say the Garden is but a myth.\n\nWhat grows in the garden? Stories have been told that its a place where the hungry are fed, the injured are healed and the worried are soothed. Its a place where ideas can be planted and through the collective of those tending this garden, not just plants, but ideas, plans, dreams can grow! It is a truly magical place."}
{"id": "ef56b99c-5f7d-4820-ade1-ef7651372231-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:29.329", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ6aZbqaL8A7bpKFC9ctM3m6FrT73x6duWsTRJi6pqimb", "txHash": "0x4f7c28c91b2315738715989acbd179b49ba3a2c938678a26bd2b7ddfc483a71d", "createdAtBlock": 14712370, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "## The Order of the Eternal Rose\nJust a few decades ago, a small band of Wizards set out to find the Eternal Roses and use their undying strength and power for good. Banding together they became what is now known as the Order of the Eternal Rose. Some say they know how to reach the Enchanted Garden, guarding its secrets with their life.\n\nAnd every day now, with the Zombie King on the rise, the ancient beasts on the loose, and the ever growing darkness reaching further and further onto our lands, those who hold Eternal Roses are feeling a call - a stir to action! Rise up and join the Order of the Eternal Rose! Together we can band strong and use our !magic to push back these evil forces, heal the common folk and bring growth and prosperity to all good people of this land!\n\n## Epilogue\n\nAnd ol Sam? No one has seen him in centuries for certain.. Some say he died of sorrow when the Enchanted Garden didnt return sweet Thana to him. Some say he is still there, trimming, clipping and planting away. Others say he turned in his brown hat for a white one and spends his days in the centre of the garden, in quiet meditation.\n\nPerhaps one day we will come to know the rest of his story. But not today."}
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{"id": "03516b45-60ce-4010-807c-628d3f506da8-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-17T15:37:41.817", "backgroundColor": "#594730", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme3meN9RGE8j6ET3aVSrghJf3ar8Yjap6ua1VVNjUgPA4", "txHash": "0x991b51691e9bbbce5a205e9db879f79d70e3e06230532bf93ba3d6d94136a206", "createdAtBlock": 15359560, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14005, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hilda of Devils", "text": "# New Lore Entry \nHilda of Devils\n\n\"Parry! Thrust! Dodge!\" \n\nHilda's instructions rang out across the field, as dozens of children, all armed with large ham hocks, continued to mimic their trainer.\n\nIn unison, the 12 or so children thrust forward with their large hams, followed by a melodic parry. All in unison with each other.\n\nThese children were Hilda's pride and joy. She had rescued them from a Pit of Suffering outside Goblin Town (presumably put there by said goblins), and went on to raise them all as her own.\n\nWhile she left behind a legacy of evil and hatred, she saw a chance at new beginings and would give everything she had to her lovely platoon of pork brandishing loved ones.\n\nFrom training them early in the morning, to teaching them how to gather berries and hunt wildlife, the group was always found in each other's company, often giggling, sparring, and hugging.\n\n\"Thrust! DODGE! AMANDA!! I SAID DODGE!\" Hilda yelled as she ripped a chunk of meat from her own hambone and tossed it at the unsuspecting child.\n\nSPLAT! The meat slapped the girl right in the face!! After the shock had set in, Amanda shot an exasperated glare at her adopted mother, before getting back into the swing of training.\n\nLittle did the kids know, Hilda was training them for the most important battle of their life. Only Hilda knew Beast 0's true weakness...savory, cured pork, and Hilda knew there was only going to be one chance before the world was torn asunder...\n\nWill the children learn what they need? Will they be able to defeat Beast 0 before it destroys the entirety of the Runiverse?\n\nStay tuned to find out!"}
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{"id": "b07001ae-c11c-4d44-9f5a-444a885ec572-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:27.736", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeoQpbkqCjYJQcwjhWNZB1ukNQXELPiKpo3FJ26Q7X6fy", "txHash": "0xaf0fd25fa5de62be0e31595da6c84dac999f7df133e2190df6f1b3d802e8d15e", "createdAtBlock": 14234868, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2910, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Mystic Zelroth of the Mountain", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis wizard wanders around with his companion frog that has spell powers which are not revealed yet. Wizard's true power comes from being able to see future.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "a6a685a7-dec9-4697-adb6-86e09d565e9d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:29.299", "backgroundColor": "#dfc3c2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW88PT4X6S4XZHX3gh7HvtyGJXWc2jk1v254cNxrefANH", "txHash": "0x0203e94762a32465e7dbcab79be29bd8565a7b3cbba9c03200886ea01450997d", "createdAtBlock": 14237977, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 19, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dryad the Stupendous", "text": "# The Companionship\n\n\n\"Is this how it ends?\" The Nameless Pony said aloud. \"The dead forest of all places.\" \n\nThe Thorn was a lifeless thicket bordered by The Quantum Shadow and The Fey. There were conflicting rumors about The Thorns' origination and development into its current state. \n\nWearing a red bandana and spectacles, The Pony was likely the most well-dressed living creature in The Thorn. \n\nLaying in pain, The Pony looked back at the wound on his hind leg. His leg was hurting so much that he could not stand. However, the wound's bleeding has subsided and a he noticed a piercing glow was emitting in the shape of a circle with a connecting cross underneath.\n\n\"Could it be true?\" The Pony said to himself. \"One of the ancient Forgotten Runeson my body. What type of magic caused this?\"\n\nPondering the possibility of the wound becoming a Forgotten Rune, The Pony suddenly became alert, hearing rustling in the forest. Using the enhanced vision of his spectacles he spotted what seemed to be a greenish figure with a pointed hat in the distance. \n\nHopefully this will not be a hostile encounter, The Pony thought to himself. As the figure got closer The Pony identified him as a Wicked Wizard, wearing brownish tundra wear. A bit warm out for that type of apparel but who was he to judge. The Pony had chosen to pretend to be asleep as the Wizard approached.  \n\nThe Wizard noticed The Pony, who still couldn't bear to move, and had begun casting some sort of spell. The Pony abruptly awoke from his feigned sleep and realized that this Wizard had just completely healed the pain coming from his leg.\n\nThe Pony heard the Wicked Wizard muttering to himselfsomething about spectacles, Elysian Fields, and Dryads."}
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{"id": "e4f42e8e-65fa-4ff6-bc10-57640448b756-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:30.135", "backgroundColor": "#d1d0c8", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd2CSz6UoPGCDo7EfCvckN74kPWMKwhKPsNoLKztY5Xte", "txHash": "0x706444113608be26a4440e6c30e6424175a0f58ab77fcfa12b801ef4e8739df7", "createdAtBlock": 14239470, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "Milton continued on, muttering and swatting the brambles away with his staff. Sunlight fell scattered and jade-like through the leafy canopy. As he moved on slowly through that dappled light his thoughts began to wander and he found that his hand had come to rest upon the crystals stashed within his cloak. He could feel the gentle hum of their power even as preoccupied as he was. Six binding crystals had been filled with the essences of mystical beings that he had tracked throughout the realms. Some of these beings were beast-like and had challenged him with claw and dwimmercraft. Others yet were frail and timid things that yielded their essence willingly, seemingly content to be bound inside the crystal. Six he had and yet still one crystal remained empty, its surface a pristine clarity waiting for the colour and light of some captured beings vital spark. And when that seventh crystal was infused he would have the power needed to attempt the fulfillment of his great undertaking and perhaps to see again that which had been lost to him.\n  \n\nEmerging from his reverie Milton found that the undergrowth had become somewhat sparser and a little ways forward what looked like a rough path could be seen leading up to the crest of a slight hill, above which there was a break in the canopy where bright daylight streamed downwards. Kicking free of the last of the dense undergrowth he reached the path and followed it until he was at the top of the small grassy mound where he stood breathing the clearer air with his gaze following the path into the deepening forest before him. Small dark birds circled above the canopy-break and dipped into the uppermost branches of the trees as bright white clouds shifted slowly past the leaf edged opening. Milton took a deep breath and continued down the mound following the path that was leading him to the further regions of the forest."}
{"id": "e4f42e8e-65fa-4ff6-bc10-57640448b756-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:30.135", "backgroundColor": "#d1d0c8", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd2CSz6UoPGCDo7EfCvckN74kPWMKwhKPsNoLKztY5Xte", "txHash": "0x706444113608be26a4440e6c30e6424175a0f58ab77fcfa12b801ef4e8739df7", "createdAtBlock": 14239470, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "The deep forest hummed with life. Milton moved through the dense towering trees as insects noisily circled the low growing, vividly coloured woodland flowers. Sprites dashed between clumps of leaves, their fine radiant bodies leaving glimmering trails against the dark foliage, that marked for keen eyes their secretive comings and goings. Thin melodies of birdcall echoed in the upper branches and farther off the deep tread of larger beasts could be heard as they lumbered the darker wildwood. Milton passed through the depths of the forest, becoming attuned to the pulse of life that filled the air and to the slow, rhythmic flow that seemed to emanate from the earth itself. Almost trance-like he continued on and the forest now offered no resistance to his passing, indeed from his increasingly mist shadowed vision it seemed a path was being cleared before him, brambles and copsewood creakily rolling and shifting to usher him step by mystified step into the heart of the Fey.\n\n\n\nBearing out from the dense forest under a will that was not completely his own Milton emerged into a wide, almost circular clearing within which stood an immense tree, its branches soaring against the sky in a multitude of softly hued leaves. The bright daylight that passed through the leaves was dimmed and split prismatically so that the surrounding ground was soaked in a deep chromatic radiance. Milton gazed at the great tree through air that danced with colour and as he watched it seemed to him that light wept from the lowest branches to fall rainbow-like upon the variegated earth. Gently impelled by some outside force Milton made his way across the clearing and stepped into that realm of soft dazzling colour beneath the reaching, encompassing boughs."}
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{"id": "e4f42e8e-65fa-4ff6-bc10-57640448b756-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:30.135", "backgroundColor": "#d1d0c8", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd2CSz6UoPGCDo7EfCvckN74kPWMKwhKPsNoLKztY5Xte", "txHash": "0x706444113608be26a4440e6c30e6424175a0f58ab77fcfa12b801ef4e8739df7", "createdAtBlock": 14239470, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "Miltons eyes blinked open and gradually his reckoning returned to him. He found he was seated under the hanging branches of the tree which now swayed with a gentle liveliness, slowly showering a prismatic light around him. A sharp glint caught his eye as he saw before him the last of his binding crystals resting on the ground, pulsing with an ever changing array of coloured light. Leaning forward Milton grasped the crystal, holding it for a moment in his palm before placing it with the others under the folds of his cloak. Wearily Milton raised to his feet and retrieved his staff from where it lay by his side. Gently he placed his palm against the smooth grey trunk of the great tree in a manner of thankfulness and deep understanding, he remained there a moment longer pondering the sense of deep time and expanse of life he had felt whilst under the influence of the great heart tree of the Fey. He then turned and passed from that lighted realm, walking slowly through the clearing amidst clouds of pale butterflies that airily dispersed and then rejoined after his passing, and on into the forested depths to be encompassed once again by the soft palpitations of the numberless things that grew there."}
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{"id": "6811c8d1-d60f-4a89-9ed6-16fa2f2cfa51-6", "createdAt": "2022-08-17T17:01:42.402", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS1BdJEULKAZpwbP2xGsmse51GZ2qPGHJBaRN9xZLLf7y", "txHash": "0x75c1b1c5c80b495edbadbefe81ea3150a8e885c2c28761fecb42df046a7f6f54", "createdAtBlock": 15359935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2402, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmePAQ4dgLPQKQbXUXTnsc7MgSitmaYjcZbbmekwtvyT4M", "name": "Pyromancer Artis of the Rock", "text": "I spoke with many villagers, many of whom possessed some kind of magic, however, none had heard of this witch before and were unsure of how to help. It made sense, this witch was far from where I had ended up. I knew this meant I had to leave my comfy new home. Somewhat reluctantly, I gathered my old torch, my favorite red hat, and my perfectly worn scarves. Before I left for an unknown amount of time, I decided to sit in the shade of a tree to take in my surroundings one final time. I let the dappled sunlight hit my skin, the breeze flow through my hair, and the sounds of the rushing river hit my ears. Croque knew that I would soon fall asleep for a few precious moments. He took his position on my hat, to keep guard over me. I had only been asleep for a mere moment before suddenly I felt something fall on my head. Begrudgingly, I opened my eyes and found myself holding whatever had hit me on the head, in my now on-fire hands. I sighed exasperatedly, shook my hands to put out the flames, and opened my clenched fists to see what I was holding. To my surprise, it wasa bean - a measly bean, that was now extra toasty. Curious, I took a sniff and to my shock, it smelled incredible, however, when I took a bite it was awfully bitter. The kind of bean that this was, was an utter mystery to me, I had never seen this species of plant in all of my travels. This was especially strange to me since I had traveled through this particular area many times. I craned her neck upward to get a better look at the tree that I was sitting under."}
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{"id": "1dbb434d-517e-4a21-b7f9-5ea1a471460d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:41.179", "backgroundColor": "#3d4645", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSj2E7Up366D3gbSopi6MAsChaCcCidFMXb48A9USQ2K", "txHash": "0xfd03bf346ddd726e74170b498107216046bed69bd5fc7646f8dd7a5ed29f855b", "createdAtBlock": 14252245, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7211, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Medium Dutorn of the Realm", "text": "# Fortune's Favors\n\nFate has been uncharacteristically kind to Dutorn. Any other man would be deranged, dismembered, and dead by now, but Dutorn has thrived despite the realms dangers. When he was attacked by a polar bear on his travels in the North, Dutorn walked away with a new coat. When he was outcast by society, he became a Medium able to speak to spirits in the woods. When he must sleep, a deceptively cute cat watches over him. This is his story. \n\nDutorns parents took every superstitious precaution to gift Dutorn with an easy life. Even his conception was planned, and his mother had to resist birth for a few days to ensure her son was born just after midnight on New Years. None of this mattered or affected Dutorns luck in the slightest; if anything, his high-strung family disadvantaged his prospects. He would often go into the woods to enjoy the peace.\n\nOne day, something inexplicable happened. Dutorn was in the woods, deep in thought, when he heard a terrible cry from a strange beast. Initially cautious, Dutorn heard it once more and realized it was a cry for help. He rushed towards the sound as fast as he could. The commotion grew louder as he got closer until he could see a horse buckling in pain. It was being attacked by a much larger beast, part man, part lion."}
{"id": "1dbb434d-517e-4a21-b7f9-5ea1a471460d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:41.179", "backgroundColor": "#3d4645", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSj2E7Up366D3gbSopi6MAsChaCcCidFMXb48A9USQ2K", "txHash": "0xfd03bf346ddd726e74170b498107216046bed69bd5fc7646f8dd7a5ed29f855b", "createdAtBlock": 14252245, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7211, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Medium Dutorn of the Realm", "text": "Dutorn had read about these creatures before, Sphinxes supposedly, though they were certainly not native to this area. They hailed from the deserts, what were they doing in the forest? As Dutorn considered this, the sphinx leapt for its final attack but instead got its rear paw caught in a tree root and tumbled face-first into the ground. Dutorn quickly seized the opportunity and placed a seal on the stunned creature, containing it for later research. Dutorn went to tend to the steed.\n\nThe wounds were deep and needed immediate attention. Dutorn was quite proficient in the regenerative arts, but had never performed on a steed before- or anyone but himself for that matter. This horse also seemed to have an otherworldly feel to it.  Regardless, one chance was all he had and the window to take it was closing. Dutorn spent many hours and much aura bringing the horse back to health. This continues to be the greatest thing he has ever done.\n\nDutorn learned the steeds name was Lento and that he was imbued with a special magic; Lento was the arbiter of luck. As thanks, Lento granted Dutorn the same powers he had, the boon of great fortune and the ability to grant it to whomever he wanted. Dutorn gave his gratitude and found himself the luckiest man in the world.  \n \nHe did not think long about who he would share his fortune with. No-one. If everyone has good fortune, no-one does. Dutorn decided there must be winners and losers in this world, and he would secure his position as one of the winners. After all, Dutorn had only sealed the sphinx because it was a rare species that was incapacitated. He wasnt trying to be a hero."}
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{"id": "16f4cee5-2eea-481d-8c6b-d50b3d627b57-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:43.107", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma83YW7ap37LPx3bjBVFPM4uqTFmFnSaA6VQiDnKr3HwH", "txHash": "0xe82cc686fe0945b8189422b7abffdc57d67960de7e47398e9accb87fda855d95", "createdAtBlock": 14252539, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1169, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Brutus of the Riviera", "text": "# How Brutus Met Krysa\n\nBrutus once lived by himself in a cabin by the mighty River Rone. While he did not dislike people, he found life was simpler for a healer if one did not spend too much time in the city. For a healer is always in high demand, and while he found the work rewarding, it was also exhausting. Knowing he could retreat to his cabin helped Brutus get through the long days in town. That isolation ended, however, the day he met Krysa the River Rat.\n\nIt began as a day like many others. As he often did, Brutus woke early before the sunrise to drink his tea and read for an hour before heading out to begin his day. When the sun was just above the horizon, it shone through the window creating playful rainbow shapes on the floor. That rainbow let Brutus know it was time to go catch the days fish and then head to town to carry out his duties as a healer. \nIt was an unusually pleasant warm morning, so Brutus decided to leave his coat, take only his fishing tackle, and make straight for the dock as he had thousands of times before. The River Rone was deep and wide and was rumored to hold some truly frightening beasts in its depths. Brutus never gave those legends much thought, though, as the biggest fish hed ever caught in that river was scarcely bigger than a house cat  and that one had fed him for days. He preferred to spend his time casting along the banks where smaller, more foolish fish swam."}
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{"id": "16f4cee5-2eea-481d-8c6b-d50b3d627b57-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:43.107", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma83YW7ap37LPx3bjBVFPM4uqTFmFnSaA6VQiDnKr3HwH", "txHash": "0xe82cc686fe0945b8189422b7abffdc57d67960de7e47398e9accb87fda855d95", "createdAtBlock": 14252539, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1169, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Brutus of the Riviera", "text": "Suddenly he felt a small creature at his side. He looked down through the clear water and could barely make out a small blue river rat gnawing at the belt that now held him under the cold water. The rats sharp teeth made quick work of the belt, and Brutus found himself free! He swam to the surface, the seconds had felt like hours but he found his breath returned quickly. He swam for shore with his new companion in tow. He sprawled out on the shore panting. Thank you my blue friend he said to the rat. The rat nodded and chirped, acknowledging Brutus thanks. I owe you my life. Would you come back to my cabin and I can thank you with a hardy seed cake? Again the rat nodded and chirped. Brutus grabbed his staff from the dock and they made their way back to his cabin.\nOnce home, Brutus stoked the fire and gave his new friend a towel. Wait here and warm up by the fire while I change and fetch us some seed cakes. Ill be back in a moment he said. He half expected the rat to be gone when he returned but indeed the creature was still there. I shall have to give you a name, my little friend, you seem like an excellent and stalwart companion! I have never taken a familiar, would you work with me? The rat again squeaked in excited agreement. He set the cake down in front of the rat and said I think Krysa is a good name for you, dont you? And the rat agreed. In truth it was a lazy name, for Krysa was simply rat in his grandmonthers tongue. But it had a nice ring to it, and Krysa seemed to appreciate her new name. The two sat by the fire enjoying its warmth as they ate their seed cakes."}
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{"id": "ca38df46-9080-4aa9-8042-cd243477f9ef-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:43.781", "backgroundColor": "#083f87", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTs6qTHSZAvxm2RhSDJHcP2LDAyA6asd7BiD7Lop1XHJq", "txHash": "0x73c60ff7f22b0130dbdb3db01820c9a42f021ea1fa7e49bd65ae45959ad37ef2", "createdAtBlock": 14254170, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9872, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Bayard of the Surf", "text": "The midday sun bears down mercilessly upon the beach. A lone wizened figure treads gingerly through the shifting sands. \n\nThe sands of the shore and the sands of time \n\nThough enervated, he knows he must press on. As he seeks out shelter, the fleeting images of the past again cross in the mid-distance like passing galleons.\n\nOld friends and rivals. Loyal crewmen under his command. The grand ports that dot the cerulean seas of the Runiverse. Vittles, ales and dance during times of peace. Cannons, sabres and death during those of war.\n\nHe struggles: he can barely conjure his son's visage now. The one lost to the pagans who worship their Sacred Flame. He is out there somewhere, cursed to eternally wander the lands as @soul3563.\n\nFrom behind a dune the band of rogues descends upon him. No doubt, to them, the old man is easy plunder. They reckon his tattered rags hold little in the way of loot, but at worst he will sate their half-bored thirst for some bloodshed.\n\nThe swashbuckler halts and turns to size up his foes. He does not stand a chance in a contest of steel. They are close now. With his staff held aloft, he begins the ancestral chant. 'Tis not true that this Rune is completely forgotten.\n\nThey freeze in their tracks mouths agape as the tide recedes with incredible speed. There is no time to flee as the first wave crashes upon them. They suffer what is every seafarer's nightmare; the relentless torrent of saline brine is all they taste and hear as their flames are extinguished in the unknown depths."}
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{"id": "a2db83c3-6b2d-4ab4-af1a-8c1c0aa5b4db-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:44.599", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWHsvofRZ2anEpuohxH8s4iruGZN8Paxjg75ZX4Wj2NWn", "txHash": "0x6dd12e56e359f1284a4fe01f2f9e17b4baa514f49a442f92dd14c01f2f6c534d", "createdAtBlock": 14254080, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Crow Master Claire Sliver", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nLittle Claire was not well loved. Left at the gates of the village as a baby, she never cried, unnerving residents who, but for the barest shred of pity, would have kept them closed.\n\nAt 5 she arranged bones from the fish-market floor into trinkets, gifts for villagers that recoiled in disgust. Misfortune turned distaste to fear, and she was blamed when crops failed, when plague arrived. The whispers of her parentage--and her strange, piercing eyes--soon turned to angry shouting, and at 9 she was exiled to the wild woods to die.\n\nBut little Claire didn't die. She found a home in a cliff-side sea cave, and all her needs were met there. When she was cold, she simply asked the wind to change direction--and it did. When she was hungry, she asked the fish to swim ashore--and they did. And when, one day, the loneliness overtook her, and she thought to throw herself into the churning sea, she asked the crows to speak--and they whispered all the secrets of the earth into her ears. \n\nThey were her family, now.\n\nOn her 16th birthday, she called to the crows, and for the first time, they did not answer. She followed the scent of fire to the very gates she was driven from all those years before. There was a celebration. A feast. Servants of evil had been captured, conquered--and roasted. \n\nShe asked the sea to come. And it did."}
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{"id": "ef6317f1-266f-41ef-a95a-5d03da126c71-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:45.481", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcdzSKfCW6fJouSPdMYoraEhTshQbVWTJkKQpoBcmBajA", "txHash": "0xcfdaec1ec9c4f8ac7c1ae0d19d9e7a3e579003f6fb643d33d78320cead167dc0", "createdAtBlock": 14255300, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9054, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Xiuying of the Astral Plane", "text": "Xiuying's ancestors co-founded one of the largest clothing retailers to produce dragonweave apparel, and she was sent to the Forgotten Runes mainland to act as a liaison and overseer for her family's business interests in the region. Quick-witted, elegant, and culturally sophisticated, with razor sharp magical talent to boot, she was good at her job, and enjoyed her life amongst the foreigners, or \"lao wai.\" Sure, she felt homesick sometimes, but there were always new adventures to be found in the Runes to keep herself occupied. Her work was more than enough to provide a daily dose of excitement, having to troubleshoot problems such as rooting out agents of corporate espionage (how to tailor a material that's impervious to blades is a closely guarded family secret) and placating angry customers filing a complaint because their spouse/friend/business partner was wearing dragonweave and somehow still got assassinated (\"sorry ma'am, donning a dragonweave speedo would not protect him against a dagger to the gut\").\n\nBut then disaster struck. The heavenly emperor was overthrown by a usurper without warning one night, and the new ruler inexplicably decided to pursue an isolationist policy, shuttering her homeland's borders to outsiders...indefinitely. Nationals were given one week to return, but due to a series of unfortunate mishaps, Xiuying missed her ship and found herself stranded on the mainland. That was months ago, and after the requisite mourning period where she lamented her fate, cursed the gods, and ate mint chocolate chip ice cream for basically every meal, Xiuying finally changed out of her pajamas, put on her makeup, threw away all the frozen dairy desserts, and stepped out to face the world again. She still longed to return to the empire one day, but for now, she will make the most out of a bad situation and forge a life for herself in her new home."}
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{"id": "92e89d34-bdb2-42af-a30d-de13d10af08d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:38.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdzemx5F52eHsuq4jtTU1ipjpH3GX11LQnc8AxHSTDsKK", "txHash": "0x65eed3da3652688f68f69529d3f872ef0b24439ea93ad4c498b57ff28fccf31f", "createdAtBlock": 14249611, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Light Mage Vatar of the Ice", "text": "# Light Mage Vatar of the Ice\n\n## Prologue\n\n> _Out in the far and frozen reaches of the Tundra, well beyond where any wizard hale of mind would ever venture - lest they would be divested of all their exteremities and likely their sanity - there is said to lay a land made entirely of Ice._\n>  \n>_An entire city, in fact, is rumored to lay nestled there in the permanently frozen landscape - its crystalline domes and spires reflecting and refracting the light into scintillating rainbows, cold as the Void yet bright enough to blind. And what's more, if that were not enough hyperbole, due to a geographic phenomenon unknown to me, the sun is said never to set - bathing the permanent ice in brilliant permanence._\n>  \n> _I am not unwilling to admit that such fantsatical readings, despite their incredulous nature, move me to fantasy - to wonder and reflect. Should one make it thus far, and bein posession of the right tools or appropriate aptitudes, just what sorcery would be possible? What accomplishments may be within grasp for anyone able to undertake this seemingly impossible task of harnessing such endless light, this limitless source of refracted power?_\n>  \n>  \n\n\nThe outermost layer on the seemingly flat and crystalline landscape was deceptively thin, in some pleces thin as hair, in others thicer than a hand. The trick he had learned, the way to avoid plunging down to unknown icy depths of darkness, was knowing precisely were to put your foot next. The damned process was painstaking, the difference between a not-so-swift death and a solid step indistiguishable until you applied your full weight."}
{"id": "92e89d34-bdb2-42af-a30d-de13d10af08d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:38.12", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdzemx5F52eHsuq4jtTU1ipjpH3GX11LQnc8AxHSTDsKK", "txHash": "0x65eed3da3652688f68f69529d3f872ef0b24439ea93ad4c498b57ff28fccf31f", "createdAtBlock": 14249611, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9084, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Light Mage Vatar of the Ice", "text": "Thank the light Vatar was not beyond such things as having his familiar burrow deep below in search of the firmer ground, and Flop was certainly capable. The chalk white rabbit would be near indistinguishable to the snow, save for a pair of inquisitive eyes and a moist snout. On occasion he had crawled forward on his belly, inch by inch  as if he were some ancient stranded sea-beast clawing for purchase. of course, to get his bearings instantly he could always open his eye, though the situation was nowhere to near dire enough to brave such perils. Out here in this flux such an act would be unpredictable at best, at worst burning him to a cinder in a heartbeat - a mile wide crater his final mark on the Runiverse.\n\nIdly flipping a card out from his sleeve he ran his thumb along the edge, ace of spades thank the Runes, only to have it disappear just as swiftly. Standing completely still, he focused on his breathing while taking measure of the ambient hues he could sense dancing accross the barren landscape. _Yes... this will do,_ he mused as his fingers started an intricate dance at his sides - Flop's ears perking up as he too froze. Allowing himself to grasp for just a trickle of his magic, he carefully opened himself up to his aligment with Brimstone, the smell of sulphur suddenly all around him - warming the air.\n\nPreparing himself to unleash the spell he had prepared, practiced and honed for months intended for this precise time and place, he suddenly felt a tremor below followed by a sharp _crack!_.\n\n\"_Oh dear_,\" he managed before the ice gave way beneath him, opening up like the maw of a giant fiend, swallowing familiar and wizard both."}
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{"id": "ac99d486-cfe4-4912-a159-da811b649009-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:49.118", "backgroundColor": "#7c559b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdc7Z28kBws5dX9nb3y1vDqLjqbyGQipY9aJabXPFrgxD", "txHash": "0x094fc69ef338fe6189d3c8ea4a2cbcd3a5028eee007316f289faab4e24138645", "createdAtBlock": 14256494, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 330, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Rita of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Rita of the Plains\n\nThose who underestimate Hedge Wizard Rita of the Plains do so at their peril. When she casts her gaze upon you, it is best not to stare in her eyes too long lest you lose yourself in the depths of her soul, which are as vast as the plains upon which she roams. Rita will only reflect back what you sense in yourself. Be warned...it will be one thousand times magnified. It may shock you to your core or expand your consciousness to the infinite. Only those seeking the truth will live to tell their tale; the others will be frozen across all dimensions in time.\n\nWhat resides in her hip pouch? Is it just a pouch or is it a portal? Many cast a suspicious eye, yet many more will never know how Rita manages to cure all of those who seek her help.\n\nAtir, her shapeshifting foxy sister, is a great judge of character and magically presents forest flowers, herbs and other medicines when Rita needs them.\n\nTulip, the Rose, is ten thousand years old and whispers ancient riddles of which only Rita can understand.\n\nRita is here to help guide and heal you...if you let her, but there is always a cost."}
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{"id": "f0758924-e2c3-4092-9c1c-c025a4fe2cc2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:52.208", "backgroundColor": "#e2d3af", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1LRbC1iVyL3mSYGo9u6NQCeTLUVa6oYrv7MYoRR4zAa", "txHash": "0x6a95c872525f7a26ba75f4777c94325d6888b13f9b01bb4f76cd79c3eadd9bae", "createdAtBlock": 14259475, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6464, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Hadrien of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "###### Note from author: This is a fun little story that I am writing in parts, I cannot complete it all at once as I do not have much time. I hope you all enjoy, I have never done anything like this and have had a lot of fun creating this.\n\n# PROLOGUE\n\nAs the sun sets, our hero rests on the ground. In immense pain, he looks up to the sky and asks himself.\n\nIs this it the end of my time?\n\nA question that he has asked himself many times, but this time he fears might be true. \nHow did our hero end up in such a state?\nWell, for that answer, we have to start from the beginning. \n\nOur story starts many moons ago, during a time of conflict and uncertainty. War plagued the lands, leaving most of it to ashes and rubble. What was this war about? No one really knows, all they know is it nearly destroyed the world.\n\n# CHAPTER 1: A MOTHER AND HER CHILD\n\nIn a small village of farmers, a mother and her child are caught in the midst of battle. Not knowing what to do, they run into nearby woods to try and escape. They run for five hundred steps, then come to a sudden stop. In front of them lies a regiment of soldiers. \n\nStartled, the mother tells the child one word:\n\n> Run!"}
{"id": "f0758924-e2c3-4092-9c1c-c025a4fe2cc2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:52.208", "backgroundColor": "#e2d3af", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1LRbC1iVyL3mSYGo9u6NQCeTLUVa6oYrv7MYoRR4zAa", "txHash": "0x6a95c872525f7a26ba75f4777c94325d6888b13f9b01bb4f76cd79c3eadd9bae", "createdAtBlock": 14259475, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6464, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Hadrien of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Startled, the mother tells the child one word:\n\n> Run!\n\nThe boy takes off, not looking back in fear of who might be behind him. After many steps, in exhaustion, he stops and hides to see if anyone is following him. To his surprise, there was no one, not even his mother. Worried she might have been captured, he goes back to the soldiers, quietly to not make himself known. As he approaches, he notices dead soldiers on the ground. Then he sees his mother, her gown drenched with blood, she was tied up in the arms of soldiers. He can hear them speaking faintly, but does not try to get closer in fear of being captured himself. \n\nConfused, the boy keeps watching, not knowing what to do. He notices that his mother is talking to a single person. The armor on this man is different from the rest, it has fur and a gold crest. With this information, the boy comes to the conclusion that he is the commander of the regiment.\n\nSuddenly, the trees start to shake as he hears his mother start singing a song. Then he hears the commander yells out:\n\n> CUT HER HEAD!\n\nThen the trees stop shaking..\n\nHe sees his mothers head on the ground, and starts crying. The soldiers start to hear a strange noise. The commander says:\n\n> She had a child, that is probably him, find him and bring him to me!\n\nThen the boy takes off running, never looking back, from this day on he was all alone. A boy turned man in a mere instant..."}
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{"id": "6f1f6d08-9c18-4875-a630-6b7a5b05e212-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:54.44", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcfTzyfoBKTMthZDhmKg8X394beMx7hqzWzMB8zFVfaV5", "txHash": "0xe97e2302c47c06b800691d8297ce0d301562783bd36bc8409915ec232cd04132", "createdAtBlock": 14262387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 452, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Oread the Mirthful", "text": "# Bedtime tale\n\n\nAs the sun started to set, the men and women working on a wheat field hurried their children inside the homes, the village they lived in was right at the side of the Hedge Wizard Wood. In one specific housing, a traditional tale for good nights sleep was being told by one old woman for all the girls and boys.\n\nHello, grandma, what tale will you tell the children today? says one of the men who returned with his child from work outside.\n\nAh, it is a legend of old, from times long passed. About a magical horse.\nMagical horse! the kids proclaim in awe.\n\nWell then, grandma continues, sit here with me around the fire everyone. Very well. This tale starts in this very village. One of the residents used to work in the nearby forest every day. For as long as I can remember, he left with the sunrise and returned just before the sunset.\n\nOne day, he encountered some poachers, as it is a very populated forest. There were always rabbits, deer or wild boars running around, the forest is their home. Of course our friend wouldnt let them just hunt the animals. He followed them around, disarming all traps they set up. What he didnt know was that they were there once or twice already and managed to secure traps for bigger animals. As they approached a small clearing in the forest, there was a sound of a hurt animal.\n\nWas it a deer? one child asks."}
{"id": "6f1f6d08-9c18-4875-a630-6b7a5b05e212-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:54.44", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcfTzyfoBKTMthZDhmKg8X394beMx7hqzWzMB8zFVfaV5", "txHash": "0xe97e2302c47c06b800691d8297ce0d301562783bd36bc8409915ec232cd04132", "createdAtBlock": 14262387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 452, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Oread the Mirthful", "text": "Was it a deer? one child asks.\n\nNo, it wasnt. It was a talking horse. The villager didnt know it was talking though, not yet. It was after he managed to scare away those poachers and help the hurt animal get out of the trap. The horse thanked him for the rescue and offered something in exchange for his life. You can talk?! What the Oh, and dont worry about it, the villager said, I didnt help you to only for some reward. The horse didnt look surprised at all. Oh well, okay then. Goodbye. The horse starts to lift up from the ground to walk away but his injury disables that. Oof, I didnt think it would be this bad, heh, the horse laughs. Villager, surprised by the horses ability to actually laugh and talk, offers that he can take care of the horse until he is well enough to leave. And I will make sure you have no troubles for the rest of your life, even if you dont want any rewards, the horse responded settling on a compromise, grandma stopped for a moment, looked over the children sitting near the fireplace anxiously waiting for her to continue and so she talked again, finishing the story.\n\nThe villager asked for the horse's name, if it even had one. If he is to take care of the horse, it would be wise to know its name. Well of course, my name is Oread. Some also call me the Mirthful, but for you its Oread, said the horse with dark mane and tail, the rune on his back glistening. Sorry to ask, but why do they call you mirthful? Some of the wizards I know think Im funny if I had to guess, no idea really, the horse responds seriously."}
{"id": "6f1f6d08-9c18-4875-a630-6b7a5b05e212-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:54.44", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcfTzyfoBKTMthZDhmKg8X394beMx7hqzWzMB8zFVfaV5", "txHash": "0xe97e2302c47c06b800691d8297ce0d301562783bd36bc8409915ec232cd04132", "createdAtBlock": 14262387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 452, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Oread the Mirthful", "text": "And so the villager called for help to transport the hurt horse, who, according to him, could talk. The other villagers didnt hear the horse utter a single word, only sounds any horse would make. After Oread healed, he still lingered around the village, helping the man with anything he asked. Other people always heard the man laugh and talk, but no response ever came. Some even thought he has gone mad after this incident, that the poachers did something to him. But nonetheless the man and the talking horse remained acquaintances, maybe even friends at some point.\n\nThats the end of the tale of a magical horse who could talk and made a friend. Now its time to sleep. But do come next time, I have a tale prepared already, grandma smiled and waved goodbye to all the children and their parents who came to listen as they left her house.\n\nThat was a good story, a voice through a window says. You could have said the whole truth, though.\n\nNo, I couldnt. They would be all over you in an instant, grandma chuckles. I think some of them may try talking to you anyway.\n\nWhat is the story for tomorrow? Will you tell them about @pony149? The voice asks.\n\nYes, Oread. I think I will.\n\n> *Tale by: Tins*"}
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{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "## **Story of Crusader the Outstanding**\n\nThis town is really nice, nicer than the ones Ive been in before, he thought as he walked through the town square, around him Gothic-style buildings. Other cities he also enjoyed because of the food or drinks or hospitality of the people or simply because he was in a good mood. He stopped in the middle of the square and under a few trees, there was a spacious sitting area and near that a luxurious bookstore. He wasnt a big fan of reading, but he enjoyed all forms of art. Thats why he sat there for a moment, absorbing the heat of the afternoon sun, thinking about all the people around the world lucky enough to live in a beautiful city, just like this one. He, the great @wizard9856, never had a real home. Not that he needed it, but he often thought it would be nice to have some kind of a refuge. After the sun started to set, its shine growing colder, he stood up and in a blink of an eye he was gone.\n\n\n\nThis is just stupid, the horse whispered to himself. \nWhat did you say? One of the men he was traveling with asked. \nNothing, answered the horse, irritated. They were walking for hours now, without a single stop.\nI would advise you so, Crusader, the man said with a threat in his voice. The horse was carrying almost all of their belongings. The circus traveled all over the world with only one wagon, but that didnt mean that it wasnt exhausting, especially if there was only one horse dragging it along. Finally, the day was slowly turning into night and with the dark always came bandits hidden around the main roads."}
{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "They stopped at the entry gate to a town. Even though this town was smaller, it could definitely compete with the bigger ones in architecture. The men jumped out of the wagon, untied the horse and headed to the nearest pub in hope of getting a place to sleep for tonight and some food and ale. They didnt worry about their belongings or the horse running away as the gate to the town was always guarded. If anything happened the guards would handle it. \n\nThe horse, as he is used to, stayed behind, also guarding the wagon and munching on some grass in the meantime. *I dont want to do this any more, he thought to himself*. One thing was traveling across the world, another thing was carrying a whole living for somebody else. Maybe thats selfish, but isnt it also wrong to use this horse as they please? Not only hitching him to a wagon but also using him for the circus performances. His purple nose and hooves and a shining rune on his back have always brought out a lot of people and more people meant more money. But there was never enough of that. They lived in poor conditions, especially all the animals. The men never really cared as long as there were people coming to watch the show. And the people only barely noticed how the animals are treated. And even if some of them noticed, they didnt care just like the circus group that owned them. All of the money usually went to alcohol."}
{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "The Sorcerer materialized near the southern gate. Behind it lay a beautiful small town. He always liked this one. Not only for the buildings around a tiny square somewhere in the middle but also for the card game event. He was a passionate player. In these events it wasnt common to play for money and thats why he never joined any. He only played with people if it was for something, like materialistic things or just money, adding a little thrill to the games. One time he even used the old **law of surprise** as his opponent didnt have anything to give him for his victory, but he never visited that man again to find out what he actually won and he probably never will.\n\n He walked through the gate and headed to a nearby pub, where he knew there were some players and he was in a mood for some good card games. Walking through the town in the late evening he made sure not to stand out of the crowd too much, there were some specific features he had that could cause some unwanted attention he needed to avoid. Wizards werent an easy target but they sure were very tempting to take down, they had a bad reputation in almost all towns and villages. Not all of them but mainly there where they already had experienced a wizard's wrath and wanted to evade another.\n\n Once he stepped inside the pub, he sat down in a darker corner putting cards on the table. He knew that was an invitation for others to join him at the table and play. And soon enough there were two men who just stood up from a table, where they were drinking with others and headed to the Sorcerer. One of them asked: \n\nYou play cards? \n\nI sure do, he responds. Then they played. For money, for drinks, for food, for everything they had.\n\n One last game, the man said as the moon slowly started to set."}
{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "One last game, the man said as the moon slowly started to set.\n\n One last game. If I win I get all you won from us. If I lose, you get our horse.\n\n The Sorcerer never had any use for animals. He traveled long distances only by teleportation, so a horse would just be a burden. But before he could say anything, the first card was thrown to the table. And so he won himself a horse.\n\nIn the early morning a group of three men, one of them hidden in his hood, walked from the pub to the entrance of the town and through the gate outside, where there was a wagon. No horse to be seen. \n\nSo, where is the horse? The Sorcerer asked.\n\n There never was any horse, you peasant. You thought you could rob us of all of our belongings and even a horse? You thought wrong, with that they approached him quickly getting ready for a fight. Luckily there was nobody around, so the Sorcerer didnt need to hold back. As they came closer, he put his hood down. That seemed to have made and impression on them as they hesitated for a bit before saying: No stupid wizard can rob us. \n\nThere was a sound of commotion coming from the wagon. Cant even leave for a little bit, just my luck, he thought as he started walking back from a shade under the trees. \n\nSo what is going on here, he said firmly as he stepped closer to the place he heard angry voices from. What he saw didnt really concern him as much as it actually should. He saw a blue haired wizard in a long dark green coat getting ready to defend himself from the two men that left the horse there. \n\nCould somebody explain to me what you are doing before you get at it? The horse asked, looking from the two men to the wizard and back. I won you in a game of cards, the wizard said."}
{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "He is a liar and a thief! No, he didnt! The two men started to shout in hopes of scaring the wizard to back down. But he didnt.\n\n Instead he started to make his way towards the horse. The horse, being phlegmatic as he is, couldnt care less to be taken by some weird sorcerer. Maybe it would be for the best, at least I would be rid of the circus, he thought. Do you want to come with me? The wizard asks the horse as he gets closer to him and away from the reach of the circus men. Im not going to take you against your will as I see you are very wise. \n\nHe is not going anywhere, one of the men said walking closer to face the wizard.\n\n The horse absolutely hated the last few weeks of travels and even as they spoke to the wizard, he despised these men for talking about him like he wasn't there. I am not staying with them, thats for sure, the horse responded to the wizard's question. The men looked at him in shock:\n\n What do you mean you are not staying with us?! You are not going anywhere, he was getting angry again.\n\n But before the man could even finish the sentence, the horse kicked him in the shin and started bolting it away, around the walls and to the other side of the town. He looked back, searching for the weird wizard, but it didnt seem like he was still there. All of a sudden he was standing in front of him, forcing the horse to stop, otherwise he would knock the sorcerer down. \n\nI would advise you to get out of here and your own way, otherwise the guards will probably catch you, the wizard said before disappearing again.\n\nAfter a few weeks of wandering around The Wild, the horse bumped into the wizard again. This time intentionally."}
{"id": "c7618d56-b18f-47cc-944c-4f3e799b4884-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:53.782", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZz4WkHVgVDhQusQHghmqAig5ZDbummrtrLC5zJ7VwwQW", "txHash": "0xb35d42db1c757981886d7c727f4b7cd0881cd010ccce6775330c6324448f4926", "createdAtBlock": 14295842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "Hey, can you teach me how to teleport? I have been looking for you for ages. The horse said impatiently. During those long days searching for him he always thought about how the wizard just disappeared. He had heard of wizards who knew how to teleport but he never met anybody who actually could, not until now and he is not letting this chance teleport from him again. The Sorcerer turns around to look at him. \n\nOh, of course, Horse. Glad to see you again.\n\n My name is not Horse, its **Crusader the Outstanding**(@pony454). The wizard seemed to think about what Crusader just said and then, just like he didnt think of anything, he said: Nice to meet you, I am **Ofaris of the Keep**. You are a magical horse, so you should learn how to teleport in no time.\n\nAnd so Crusader never needed to travel by foot again. Ofaris taught him all he knew about teleportation and other spells he could use. There are rumors that they became great friends and traveled the world together, side by side, a wizard and his horse, teleporting from place to place. Sometimes, the wizard stops to play cards and the horse waits for him. Sometimes the horse just runs around on fields, enjoying the day. And sometimes, when you go see a circus, you can notice a man limping around the backstage.\n\n> **Story by:  Tins**"}
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{"id": "054311d0-58f4-4ec7-87e9-43cbc86cd4e2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:58.703", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTM1oXuVZhMfML8DiTutxmHrhAGa417yyHsiD1LoREBh", "txHash": "0xb2969f46b8ff5fc94d7ff228af8b1ce1b107a17e9c4134f2e25a46bc29404350", "createdAtBlock": 14269019, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7232, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battlemage Ursula of the Carnival", "text": "# New Beginnings \n\n  \n\nBorn a farmer's daughter, Ursula dreamed of something bigger, wilder. Into her teens she worked the wheat fields until on a hot summers night a circus passed by her small village. There she saw things she had never even thought to dream  fire-breathers, monkey tamers, people flying high above, lightning that crashed to the ground at a moments notice. \n\n  \n\nShe spent the night entranced by the mysticism of life outside her small existence.  \n\n  \n\nThe next morning, she awoke before the sun cracked the horizon and ventured forth to see the festival tents coming down. There she spied a covered cart sitting unattended, she knew this was her way out of the mundane, this is how she could seek adventure! Swiftly she moved, wrapped in her cloak, to the circus cart. As she climbed into the rear, she heard a gruff voice behind her shout:  \n\n  \n\n_What is it you think you are doing here child?_ \n\n  \n\nA large beard man tossed a bale of hay onto Ursula and she stumbled backwards.  \n\n  \n\n_If youre looking for travel you could stay back here, or you could help with some labor and ride up front. Your choice._ \n\n  \n\nUrsula didnt have the words in her throat to speak but the older man turned away and left. Looking down at the hay bale she was left to ponder the almighty decision she and spontaneously arrived at last night while wrapped in magics whimsy.   \n\n  \n\n_What was she to do?_ \n\n  \n\nJust a farm hand with no hope of freedom here, but on this cart, there may be opportunity, sights she had never seen, people she had never met, and most of all magic."}
{"id": "054311d0-58f4-4ec7-87e9-43cbc86cd4e2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:58.703", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTM1oXuVZhMfML8DiTutxmHrhAGa417yyHsiD1LoREBh", "txHash": "0xb2969f46b8ff5fc94d7ff228af8b1ce1b107a17e9c4134f2e25a46bc29404350", "createdAtBlock": 14269019, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7232, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battlemage Ursula of the Carnival", "text": "She lifted her chin and starred out where the old man had been and made up her mind, she walked out of the circus cart and into the light of dawn breaking the horizon.  \n\n  \n\n# Death Follows \n\n  \n\nYears passed living with the travelling troupe, but as she grew the primary magicks of the natural elements didn't not come to her willingly. Fire did not obey, water evaporated, the earth would not move, and the wind would not blow...but unbeknownst to Ursula it seemed the lore of death and the underworld followed where ever she went. Try as she might to conjure or cast fire, she was much more likely to leave a trail of dead fauna behind her as she walked the fair grounds.   \n\n  \n\nHer new and growing powers began to separate her from her carnival peers, as they began to see her as a threat and omen. Some would even mock her and toss the occasional vegetable or stone. \n\n  \n\n*\"CURSED\" \"FORSAKEN\"* \n\n  \n\nThey would shout as they passed her by while she forked hay into the animal pens. The old man that had taken her in and tried to teach her the ways of magic knew their time together was coming to a close.  \n\n  \n\n*They fear you Ursula, what you could be. Im worried about you, what you could become, I dont want to see you go down the wrong path* \n\n  \n\nShe lay awake that night thinking about those words, the other workers stares and taunts that she had withstood for years. Death magic and the dark arts were frowned upon in a place of joy and pleasure. Anger swelled inside her, pumped it's way through her veins and into her heart. \n\n  \n\n*\"Why me?\"*"}
{"id": "054311d0-58f4-4ec7-87e9-43cbc86cd4e2-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:58.703", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTM1oXuVZhMfML8DiTutxmHrhAGa417yyHsiD1LoREBh", "txHash": "0xb2969f46b8ff5fc94d7ff228af8b1ce1b107a17e9c4134f2e25a46bc29404350", "createdAtBlock": 14269019, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7232, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battlemage Ursula of the Carnival", "text": "*\"Why me?\"* \n\n  \n\nA crow called in the distance, the sound reverberating into her ear sending a chill through her spine that froze the rage deep within.  \n\n  \n\nDeath was surely with her.  \n\n  \n\n# Alone  \n\n  \n\nUrsula's body trembled from the cold and hunger as she took refuge in a small barn set back on a dirt road.  \n\n  \n\nIt had been weeks since she was chased from the Carnival, under the accusations that she had murdered her caretaker in his sleep.  \n\n  \n\nShe knew she had done no such thing, as she was sleeping when it all was said to have happened. But try as she might there was no one to be convinced of her innocuous, with the only person left that believed in her now gone.\n\n  \n\nA crow perched in a near-by tree called, and Ursula felt that same chill that she had felt the night everything changed.  \n\n  \n\nWhat was she to do? Driven from any sort of home with no mastery of magic, just some twisted idea of it that left the blades of grass beneath her feet withering and brown.  \n\n  \n\nOutside she heard a wagon being towed by a few horses. Ursula peered out through the cool night air, and spied a woman that sat atop the cart urging the horses onward, in the rear she spied goods. Probably a merchant. Could they have food? \n\n  \n\nUrsula felt the hunger wrack her body again, her stomach buckled, she keeled over.  \n\n  \n\nA bird dropped from the rafters.  \n\n  \n\nA scythe caught the corner of her eye, like the ones she used as a child to clear the fields of long grass.  \n\n  \n\nHer mind went blank.  \n\n  \n\nThe barn door opened."}
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{"id": "e25c6929-75dc-4740-a152-8e5447673463-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:29:57.645", "backgroundColor": "#020202", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVcJi6VXQYDDZTvDcZdAvVmUNdi3zzg15GYe7uSGpeSk6", "txHash": "0x1fb6ffe199bee52b8c407d7a6011307573d019baa28dc432df115ed5f46990db", "createdAtBlock": 14369039, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2724, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVUzSaeLGiotZ5iT9C42QRgexPRP7ML4neWVVj4NpvMAA", "name": "Artificer Corvin of the Event Horizon", "text": "# Artificer Corvin of the Event Horizon\n\n## *Prologue: What is once was not...*  \n\n Still as a statue, it peered from gilded perch. Saucer black eyes from which no light escapes. Pupils unflinching but the mind behind those eyes does not stop. It never stops. Ever.\n\nMoremoremore it softly chants as a preservation spell weaves its way amongst towering sculptures, exotic creatures, fanciful flora, maniacal mechanisms, weapons and jewels. Wherewherewhere it mutters while scanning the lavish warehouse. It needs space for recently acquired treasures. It never stops. Ever.  \n\n\n\nArtificer Corvin, aka Corvin the Collector, aka the Forever Bird was born of powerful blackhole magic cast by an unknown wizard. Once nothing more than an ambitious genus *Corvus frugilegus* with a supersized penchant for shiny things, he was now a powerful wizard both humanoid and rook; and most specifically rook as his flock were renowned for their love of open spaces. Corvin was most definitely a rook as he traveled across countless lands in countless dimesions.\n\nHe was gifted with powers of razor-sharp vision, bottomless pit ambition, and a mind in which nothing escaped and all things remembered...forever. And forever it was as Corvin had drank from the Immortality Chalice. He could now collect until the end of time.  \n\n\n\nForever can be a lonely place and so Corvin plucked a feather from his breast and cast a spell of duplication. A miniature genus *Corvus crackerjack* sprang forth to be named Cash. Cash shared all of Corvins powers, especially the love for things great and small; Corvin and Cash must have them all. The inseparable pair vowed to become the most legendary traders of all-time setting course to the most legendary of placesthe Runiverse."}
{"id": "8a0ef119-6931-4094-9f17-da8085dddc89-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:06.502", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPqbgKPRXxGUK1z4wZXcv9N3QHXiWCcZ7r8X6aG1MVoBN", "txHash": "0x55523b8d3547c3c6415f9dd949bdd816beef9de7328ca652d205984a3ea4c3a4", "createdAtBlock": 14286273, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7925, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Cromwell of the Mount", "text": "# **Mountainous Hermit of Yore**\n\nSeveral wanderers in the Battle Mage Mountains have crossed paths with Cromwell of the Mount. But none have ever been able to engage with the hermit long enough to discover his true story.\n\nMany believe he was a lone survivor of an ancient village known as Thaereus, where fire rained down on the mountain civilisation for over six days, purging everyone in the small town except for one or two children who were fabled to have escaped.\n\nIt was only after this disaster that he and his loyal Field Dog were said to have been sighted by many in the nearby villages. Most often, Cromwell can be spotted near the riverbanks using his Dyad to control the foliage around himself, or at the mountains peak summoning new breeds of trees from its soils. \n\nAn ancient mage who lives at the base of the mountains claims to have trained young Cromwell in the ways of magick when he was just a young lad. He said that he found Cromwell and his severely burnt Field Dog laying by the river. When probed further, the mage often said that Cromwell never felt comfortable around other humans and preferred living alone in the woods as he could easily communicate with the plants with his Dyads Ear.\n\nSeveral travellers have even said they have been saved by plants that either caught them from falling down a cliff or from drowning in the deadmans whirlpool at the rivers basin. Every one insisted they spotted Cromwell at the scene using his Dyad to rescue them with his faithful Field dog at his side.\n\nEven though he prefers plants to humans, many believe he is a caring soul  despite his gruff appearance  with a deep connection to nature."}
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{"id": "bee0f377-2ef0-4c93-ac2d-fc20f6e1bac7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPqMn8twnHTzRDMffECGvv5T51Srja9JYdKVMA3aTjoJ9", "txHash": "0x703d2fa65973f2bfb956a2d053c386ccdb744c4f0500faa15c2f59c9f4694223", "createdAtBlock": 14295669, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 149, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Honey the Strong", "text": "# Another bedime story\n\nCome, children! Its time to go see grandma! A woman shouted loud so all the children could hear. As she said, they did. In a while, everyone was present in grandmas house, ready for another tale.\n\nTonight I will tell you a tale of another horse, his mane was the color of clouds and he was strong, so strong he could move an entire mountain if he desired, and so his name was Honey the Strong. He came all the way from the Zaros Oasis in search of his cousin, Oread the Mirthful(@pony452) \n___________\n\nIt was a lovely day, the sun was shining, no clouds to be seen. Maybe just a little too hot. Thats why he decided to stay in the forest shade for a while. His hooves were clopping on the main road, then he stepped on the grass carpet and sat in the shade that was provided by the trees around. If he is not mistaken, he should be somewhere around Kobolds Crossroad. He traveled from the Zaros Oasis in the south through the Sand and, later, BattleMage Mountains all the way here in search of his lost cousin. Last time he saw him was when they parted ways on the edge of Vampyre Mist. From there they went on their own paths. Now he is here, feeling like he searched the whole world.\n\nJust as he was about to stand up and continue on his way, he heard muffled cries of pain. After listening in a little bit longer to locate the sounds, it seemed to come from the middle of the forest. Normally, he would just turn around and leave because exploring anything wasnt worth the danger of it. Especially if he was on a mission of sorts. But this time he felt he was very close to finding his cousin. He sensed him a few days ago already and so the decision was made."}
{"id": "bee0f377-2ef0-4c93-ac2d-fc20f6e1bac7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPqMn8twnHTzRDMffECGvv5T51Srja9JYdKVMA3aTjoJ9", "txHash": "0x703d2fa65973f2bfb956a2d053c386ccdb744c4f0500faa15c2f59c9f4694223", "createdAtBlock": 14295669, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 149, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Honey the Strong", "text": "Walking through the forest, getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, he hoped his senses were actually right and that they wouldn't lead him to his doom. Even if he was strong, he was still vulnerable. Passing through a small clearing in the forest, the sounds seemed to come from the right and as he headed there, he could see a big tree fallen over. From under it came the cries. As he got closer to the tree, he found the source of the panic - a person stuck under the giant tree, visibly tired of crying for help and trying to get out of there at the same time.\n\nAre you okay? He asked.\n\nDo I look like Im okay?! The person responded in pain.\n\nLet me handle this, dont worry, he said, moving towards the tree trunk, getting ready to kick it off the man. With one powerful kick of his hind legs the tree snapped in half and exploded to the sides.\n\nHe asks the man: Can you walk? How did this even happen?\nI think my leg is broken the man answers, trying to sit up. I dont even know what happened to be honest.\n\nSuddenly they both hear sticks break in the forest behind them. Both frightened, looking around only to see a horse emerge from behind the trees.\n\nCousin.. ? Oread! They exclaim at the same time, one with disbelief, one with relief.\n\nThank god you are here, I need help with my leg, the man told Oread.\n\nWell, this is awkward, Oread said, laughing awkwardly, looking from the man to the horse standing next to him, long time no see, Honey.\n\n___________"}
{"id": "bee0f377-2ef0-4c93-ac2d-fc20f6e1bac7-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.031", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPqMn8twnHTzRDMffECGvv5T51Srja9JYdKVMA3aTjoJ9", "txHash": "0x703d2fa65973f2bfb956a2d053c386ccdb744c4f0500faa15c2f59c9f4694223", "createdAtBlock": 14295669, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 149, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Honey the Strong", "text": "___________\n\nAnd that's how @pony149 finally found his cousin, Oread the Mirthful(@pony452). After they helped the man, they spent a long time together, chatting, catching up with each other. Its been a long time after all. Honey stayed with Oread and the man in the village, until the man couldnt move anymore. And even after that. They kept the little girl he left behind company, grandma finishes the story. Until she became of old age and even then they still remained in the village. And if you look around today, perhaps you will find them somewhere, lingering around the village. Nobody knows what binds them there, maybe it is some deal they made with the man, maybe they just like it here. We will probably never know.\n\nAfter everybody left grandmas house, she went outside, looking around for the horses. Her horses. And really, they were there, coming to her, definitely to talk about something they heard somewhere. Or about her father. They tell the best stories about that man that one of them saved and the other was saved by. \n\n>Tale by: Tins"}
{"id": "4c2d5c38-d95d-44f3-a1ca-7c79c4b0324e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.903", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWoUCZfm51QeHQRGV3gZXAx2gkpq7Xspun88ziw73CG3W", "txHash": "0xe932de6d8cd1fed55ef9a764eb4e354caaf3af35c16a506efa04f942c65482e9", "createdAtBlock": 14295831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "## **Story of Crusader the Outstanding**\n\nThis town is really nice, nicer than the ones Ive been in before, he thought as he walked through the town square, around him Gothic-style buildings. Other cities he also enjoyed because of the food or drinks or hospitality of the people or simply because he was in a good mood. He stopped in the middle of the square and under a few trees, there was a spacious sitting area and near that a luxurious bookstore. He wasnt a big fan of reading, but he enjoyed all forms of art. Thats why he sat there for a moment, absorbing the heat of the afternoon sun, thinking about all the people around the world lucky enough to live in a beautiful city, just like this one. He, the great @wizard9856, never had a real home. Not that he needed it, but he often thought it would be nice to have some kind of a refuge. After the sun started to set, its shine growing colder, he stood up and in a blink of an eye he was gone.\n\n\n\nThis is just stupid, the horse whispered to himself. \nWhat did you say? One of the men he was traveling with asked. \nNothing, answered the horse, irritated. They were walking for hours now, without a single stop.\nI would advise you so, Crusader, the man said with a threat in his voice. The horse was carrying almost all of their belongings. The circus traveled all over the world with only one wagon, but that didnt mean that it wasnt exhausting, especially if there was only one horse dragging it along. Finally, the day was slowly turning into night and with the dark always came bandits hidden around the main roads."}
{"id": "4c2d5c38-d95d-44f3-a1ca-7c79c4b0324e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.903", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWoUCZfm51QeHQRGV3gZXAx2gkpq7Xspun88ziw73CG3W", "txHash": "0xe932de6d8cd1fed55ef9a764eb4e354caaf3af35c16a506efa04f942c65482e9", "createdAtBlock": 14295831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "They stopped at the entry gate to a town. Even though this town was smaller, it could definitely compete with the bigger ones in architecture. The men jumped out of the wagon, untied the horse and headed to the nearest pub in hope of getting a place to sleep for tonight and some food and ale. They didnt worry about their belongings or the horse running away as the gate to the town was always guarded. If anything happened the guards would handle it. \n\nThe horse, as he is used to, stayed behind, also guarding the wagon and munching on some grass in the meantime. *I dont want to do this any more, he thought to himself*. One thing was traveling across the world, another thing was carrying a whole living for somebody else. Maybe thats selfish, but isnt it also wrong to use this horse as they please? Not only hitching him to a wagon but also using him for the circus performances. His purple nose and hooves and a shining rune on his back have always brought out a lot of people and more people meant more money. But there was never enough of that. They lived in poor conditions, especially all the animals. The men never really cared as long as there were people coming to watch the show. And the people only barely noticed how the animals are treated. And even if some of them noticed, they didnt care just like the circus group that owned them. All of the money usually went to alcohol."}
{"id": "4c2d5c38-d95d-44f3-a1ca-7c79c4b0324e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.903", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWoUCZfm51QeHQRGV3gZXAx2gkpq7Xspun88ziw73CG3W", "txHash": "0xe932de6d8cd1fed55ef9a764eb4e354caaf3af35c16a506efa04f942c65482e9", "createdAtBlock": 14295831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "The Sorcerer materialized near the southern gate. Behind it lay a beautiful small town. He always liked this one. Not only for the buildings around a tiny square somewhere in the middle but also for the card game event. He was a passionate player. In these events it wasnt common to play for money and thats why he never joined any. He only played with people if it was for something, like materialistic things or just money, adding a little thrill to the games. One time he even used the old **law of surprise** as his opponent didnt have anything to give him for his victory, but he never visited that man again to find out what he actually won and he probably never will.\n\n He walked through the gate and headed to a nearby pub, where he knew there were some players and he was in a mood for some good card games. Walking through the town in the late evening he made sure not to stand out of the crowd too much, there were some specific features he had that could cause some unwanted attention he needed to avoid. Wizards werent an easy target but they sure were very tempting to take down, they had a bad reputation in almost all towns and villages. Not all of them but mainly there where they already had experienced a wizard's wrath and wanted to evade another.\n\n Once he stepped inside the pub, he sat down in a darker corner putting cards on the table. He knew that was an invitation for others to join him at the table and play. And soon enough there were two men who just stood up from a table, where they were drinking with others and headed to the Sorcerer. One of them asked: \n\nYou play cards? \n\nI sure do, he responds. Then they played. For money, for drinks, for food, for everything they had.\n\n One last game, the man said as the moon slowly started to set."}
{"id": "4c2d5c38-d95d-44f3-a1ca-7c79c4b0324e-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.903", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWoUCZfm51QeHQRGV3gZXAx2gkpq7Xspun88ziw73CG3W", "txHash": "0xe932de6d8cd1fed55ef9a764eb4e354caaf3af35c16a506efa04f942c65482e9", "createdAtBlock": 14295831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "One last game, the man said as the moon slowly started to set.\n\n One last game. If I win I get all you won from us. If I lose, you get our horse.\n\n The Sorcerer never had any use for animals. He traveled long distances only by teleportation, so a horse would just be a burden. But before he could say anything, the first card was thrown to the table. And so he won himself a horse.\n\nIn the early morning a group of three men, one of them hidden in his hood, walked from the pub to the entrance of the town and through the gate outside, where there was a wagon. No horse to be seen. \n\nSo, where is the horse? The Sorcerer asked.\n\n There never was any horse, you peasant. You thought you could rob us of all of our belongings and even a horse? You thought wrong, with that they approached him quickly getting ready for a fight. Luckily there was nobody around, so the Sorcerer didnt need to hold back. As they came closer, he put his hood down. That seemed to have made and impression on them as they hesitated for a bit before saying: No stupid wizard can rob us. \n\nThere was a sound of commotion coming from the wagon. Cant even leave for a little bit, just my luck, he thought as he started walking back from a shade under the trees. \n\nSo what is going on here, he said firmly as he stepped closer to the place he heard angry voices from. What he saw didnt really concern him as much as it actually should. He saw a blue haired wizard in a long dark green coat getting ready to defend himself from the two men that left the horse there. \n\nCould somebody explain to me what you are doing before you get at it? The horse asked, looking from the two men to the wizard and back. I won you in a game of cards, the wizard said."}
{"id": "4c2d5c38-d95d-44f3-a1ca-7c79c4b0324e-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:08.903", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWoUCZfm51QeHQRGV3gZXAx2gkpq7Xspun88ziw73CG3W", "txHash": "0xe932de6d8cd1fed55ef9a764eb4e354caaf3af35c16a506efa04f942c65482e9", "createdAtBlock": 14295831, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 454, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Crusader the Outstanding", "text": "He is a liar and a thief! No, he didnt! The two men started to shout in hopes of scaring the wizard to back down. But he didnt.\n\n Instead he started to make his way towards the horse. The horse, being phlegmatic as he is, couldnt care less to be taken by some weird sorcerer. Maybe it would be for the best, at least I would be rid of the circus, he thought. Do you want to come with me? The wizard asks the horse as he gets closer to him and away from the reach of the circus men. Im not going to take you against your will as I see you are very wise. \n\nHe is not going anywhere, one of the men said walking closer to face the wizard.\n\n The horse absolutely hated the last few weeks of travels and even as they spoke to the wizard, he despised these men for talking about him like he wasn't there. I am not staying with them, thats for sure, the horse responded to the wizard's question. The men looked at him in shock:\n\n What do you mean you are not staying with us?! You are not going anywhere, he was getting angry again.\n\n But before the man could even finish the sentence, the horse kicked him in the shin and started bolting it away, around the walls and to the other side of the town. He looked back, searching for the weird wizard, but it didnt seem like he was still there. All of a sudden he was standing in front of him, forcing the horse to stop, otherwise he would knock the sorcerer down. \n\nI would advise you to get out of here and your own way, otherwise the guards will probably catch you, the wizard said before disappearing again.\n\nAfter a few weeks of wandering around The Wild, the horse bumped into the wizard again. This time intentionally."}
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{"id": "3e8d7059-105d-48b3-9ab3-9b4601736e84-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:25.11", "backgroundColor": "#58367c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXGMbfdAhBcjoxrofa3bLdez3p5E8Leb3RrCd3oarGjQY", "txHash": "0x4e4c45e30538c4a034721897384de1085b7d103d1c6e11617e896d8f7b66cdd1", "createdAtBlock": 14309425, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3857, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Zelroth of the Wild", "text": "# The Gang I Can Not Name \n\nI want to give you a quick story about the most misunderstood gang in the runiverse. Their words offend nearly everyone, but their actions offend only the most vile scum. They saved me from such a horrific death, that I can not even begin to repeat the details without coming to tears.  After they saved my life and my soul, I vowed to be their humble servant indefinetly. \n\nKnown by acronyms such as TGFG, RR, and MF to name a few. I can not put their full names on paper, as their monikers offend even the saltiest of old timers. This gang does not mince words, they are offensive and blunt. They have a sick sense of humor, and cherish taking old sayings literally. What they lack in poise, they make up for with righteousness.  \n\nThe ones TGFG deem the most nefarious are delivered a fate much worse than death. While some find their  *living* trophies repulsive, I find them to be a constant reminder for wizards to not indulge their most inner demons."}
{"id": "8895105e-fba1-4be1-96c0-6c0ede30285c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:25.893", "backgroundColor": "#2f0f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmbru9EsE2nbrUwTqoV2ExSucdxdiSAkT5SjsQkpFU4vbE", "txHash": "0xee47c402aae1407336f246e95b29593cd8612065ae27d1232ad8e6aa7049ffc6", "createdAtBlock": 14309505, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3468, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Zolona of the Slime Pits", "text": "# The Lore of Ectoplasmic Spectre Zolona of the Slime Pits\n\n...Zolana emerged from The Sacred Flame.\n\nIt took her a minute to get her bearings as she felt discombobulated... What's this!? She noticed her green flame was no longer green, but purple! Her Hobgoblin's Flame was now a Bugbear's Flame!... She quickly took inventory. Her rune was now purple!... Her clothes had turned to rags!... Oh, and poor Jelly! Her Swamp Bullfrog, while still animated, was now a skeleton! She was so caught up in being called to The Sacred Flame, she really didn't think about the consequences... And then it hit her. Zolona was not the same either... She felt it. She knew. She looked. She was still her, but no longer her... Zolona took a deep breath. She embraced it. There was no reason to deny it. The Sacred Flame changed her and everything about her. The Great Burning changed many. And now, Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert transformed into... *Ectoplasmic Spectre Zolona of the Slime Pits* \n\nAnd so it was..."}
{"id": "ec8ed5e4-13e8-4d62-92ea-0500e46fa2e5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:26.775", "backgroundColor": "#0a0c20", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNxae3LiEZBmuDXK8YaTgzdeDog5RwZJmPouEXp3TePL9", "txHash": "0xbad26aded062816a0f9df6e2127a8ec0427bbe4ae11de0232b125f7495989697", "createdAtBlock": 14309595, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 219, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sammy the Wondrous", "text": "# Sammy the Wondrous\n\nSammy has been considered an offset of the well-known Arabian purity with greater than 12.5% in class action. This percentage has since been adjusted due to the low population of these animals these days in the Runiverse. It is quite marvelous to acknowledge the stories behind the remaining 567 that exist today.\n\nSammy was never considered one of the top contenders for survival in the herd. However, as time passed it was clear just how wondrous this pony truly became over time. When Sammy was but a younger foal - fighting off winters and opposing animals were needed to survive. The parents of Sammy had even risked their lives and provided the remaining food they had at one point to allow the future generations of this pony breed to continue. Some say the ponies of this breed had been forgotten but the true followers know just how fierce and adventurous Sammy the Wonderous can be. This bloodline is not to be gawked at.\n\nThis is just the beginning tale of Sammy the Wondrous as there is still much in store for this pony...adventures await."}
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{"id": "e3e39cba-a7d0-406f-8004-f68101634902-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:28.36", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbMeP8c4PyLjFFhJbdCYpnDqVkXBdDE6QpdsYpWD7LNkV", "txHash": "0xddf5bff15c5c0ef283123421a001917d5ad3ba13422d0b5e57377140797551b8", "createdAtBlock": 14309964, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8931, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Orpheus of the Steppe", "text": "Orpheus was born with a lot of hair. So much hair that touching his hairy scalp became an attraction of his small village in the Steppes.\nHe enjoyed a simple life with his parents and at 6 years old, his parents started to charge people for the touch of his scalp. It brought luck and fortune to anyone touching it.\nOne day, 30 years before today, the great plague swept through the country and it reached far into the country, even in the Steppe.\n\nOn a full moon, a pilgrim went to touch his scalp and when the pilgrim's hands touched the curly glorious hair, a spark happened. The pilgrim left, screaming of joy.\nThe next morning, Orpheus was bald, and had a big beard.\nHe was 17 years old, pretty wealthy. Growing back his hair became his life mission and he became a mage, wandering the halls of the great library to search the perfect spell.\nYou can see him at night, with a candle, looking fuzzy.\nHis beard is glorious."}
{"id": "6684cccb-9cc3-4378-b7df-c6fb9b1e1fee-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:34.29", "backgroundColor": "#971f33", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWsMG4JBiC2QEXFE52GTJANkZHD2US9QKomvycfXiK4Cq", "txHash": "0xa96cece954557560f543f00d01db8e7c8f0e879e0a88d36d0422e6efa5e8efc3", "createdAtBlock": 14311682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8109, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Nicolas of the Quantum Downs", "text": "## The Lore of Hedge Wizard Nicolas of The Quantum Downs\n\n*Voodoo is the hissing of the rose,\nthe petals and the climbing and the thorns\nof snakebite. Words that everybody knows\nare full of meaning. Sound the joyful horns\nprocessing in the raindrop-shimmered streets\nand praise the spirits watching from up high,\ndown low. The sacred dwells in those we meet\nfor years or moments. Gods live in the sky,\nthe ditches, citadels, dungeons and towers\nand in my hands. I pull the puppet strings\nand throw my curses. But always the power\nabides in those who ride me. Little things\nto those who pass without even a glance,\nenormous mightjust stop and take the chance.*"}
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{"id": "6d11e603-a9ad-4b7f-b01e-53ffba599c7e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:30.229", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXTYH5uTvY8UHeT2bhtr1MP4AMYSbYRifipi2nc6KzEd3", "txHash": "0x01330c88035c5c418ea534a29ade737424840ec01c28190e674ff5febb90a68b", "createdAtBlock": 14310078, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6255, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Impy of the Citadel", "text": "Thought to be extinct, Golden Toads have been showing up around the Runiverse recently.\n\nFancy a lick?\n\nYou might want to think twice about licking Impy's Golden Toad.  Anurans have long been immune to toad venom, but one Anuran and his familiar, Chuckles, have decided to work together to..  weaponize it!  Chuckles' venom tests out at 10000x stronger than the average Golden Toad..\n\nThe story of *7th Realm Armaments and Battle Medicine* begins.."}
{"id": "02b7b92f-a905-4a32-a8ee-0e6341b679aa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:31.846", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZraZnFq1AB53ENJxrS6Bp8tWUmTDXzhtH2bdYegBWuqE", "txHash": "0xd534ed3290fafbeecc56e388f2d2b19057b235e47f6795b3882df759f14d8cbb", "createdAtBlock": 14311111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 880, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRDg4pVYuasxbTg8AEhKaPt1PcG2zicFcZsM9dRHkfKtN", "name": "Arch-Magician Apollo of Dreams", "text": "# Prologue\n\nTis said that when  \nThe hands of men  \nTamed this primeval wood,  \nAnd hoary trees with groans of woe,  \nLike warriors by an unknown foe,  \nWere in their strength subdued,  \nThe virgin Earth Gave instant birth  \nTo springs that neer did flow  \nThat in the sun Did rivulets run,  \nAnd all around rare flowers did blow  \nThe wild rose pale Perfumed the gale  \nAnd the queenly lily adown the dale  \n(Whom the sun and the dew  \nAnd the winds did woo),  \nWith the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.  \n  \nSo when in tears  \nThe love of years  \nIs wasted like the snow,  \nAnd the fine fibrils of its life  \nBy the rude wrong of instant strife  \nAre broken at a blow  \nWithin the heart  \nDo springs upstart  \nOf which it doth now know,  \nAnd strange, sweet dreams,  \nLike silent streams  \nThat from new fountains overflow,  \nWith the earlier tide  \nOf rivers glide  \nDeep in the heart whose hope has died  \nQuenching the fires its ashes hide,  \nIts ashes, whence will spring and grow  \nSweet flowers, ere long,  \nThe rare and radiant flowers of song!\n\nPoe, Edgar Allan. *The Forest Reverie*."}
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{"id": "b9d20cdb-ff4f-49dd-b795-ae2e6281269e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:33.549", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcM2VETJT5K3xPmfj6GkGDa2RnE9zmcwryYDZ8Fz4dwEa", "txHash": "0x77f4ff0fe3b1dd42cab5d0fdb86ce017673d8c0192cd74fc54e5c9bc1380b7da", "createdAtBlock": 14311337, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7005, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWYJpP2z9MXmN57233yxyiWXwHieoXgaJB4FmgVkF8dRw", "name": "Horned Phantasm Caligula of the Smell", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "# Who is Ghost Eater Kobold you ask?\n\n\n\n>Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome and his faithful Skramps, have had so many adventures that the distinction between myth, legend, and reality has become very difficult to determine.   There are so many slightly incomprehensible qualities to Ghost Eater that one can almost imagine some truth to the tales often recited, but surely, they cannot all be true.\n\nThere is disagreement even to the age and origins of the legendary kobold.  None seem able to recall a time without him wandering the Runiverse.  The oldest stories recall a clever kobold with a heart so pure that one day while wandering after a butterfly near the Carnival Pass he found he had somehow crossed over the border into the land of the Fey.  After navigating a landscape full of unknown dangers, skirmishes with the locals, and a near roasting at the hands of a scorned love interest, Ghost Eater is said to have been given safe haven deep within the Fey by @wizard8679."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "It was through Ilyas that Ghost Eater learned there were two others of the Runiverse who also searched for a way to return home.  Refreshed from his respite and strengthened by Ilyass incredibly powerful blessing of the Purple Haze, Ghost Eater set off to track down these two fellow citizens of the Runiverse.     He finds two wizards whose minds are encumbered with so much latent Fey magic they can barely remember their Runes and incredibly have been trapped in the Fey for so long they have forgotten even their names.  The layers of magic are so thick in their minds the sad truth is confirmed that their names have been lost to their magical affliction and time.  They call one another only @wizard6250 and @wizard6954.  They share with Ghost Eater little of their adventures only making absurd claims of having shared hundreds of hundreds of camps fires during their search for a path home.  The two are clearly not fully sane, but they do not appear aggressive or dangerous to Ghost Eater.  They agree to together find a way home and the two seem willing to take any chance regardless the risk.\n\nThe presence of Ghost Eater and his continued protective aura of Purple Haze seemed to slowly dissolve the bonds over the minds of these two travel weary wizards.  Over the next weeks and months Ghost Eater grounded them to reality and reminded them of their Runes and what they all once knew of the Runiverse.  The nameless wizards repay the kindness by sharing several of the more easily mastered incantations and illusions they developed during their time traveling a landscape filled with magic.  With a new sense of purpose and a growing trust the trio return to Ilyas in search of finally finding a way home."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "As they approached his home Ilyas was waiting on them and eager to shuffle them inside.  Much to do, much to plan, no time to waste.  It seems Ilyas was well aware of their hope of returning home and had already considered several options for our travelers.  Unfortunately, of the options laid out by Ilyas that could provide a return to the Runiverse, all seemed to have slim chances of success with several of them ending in untimely demise if unsuccessful.  It was after hours of growing despair and discarded suggestions that the trio elect to seek out the power of an artifact held in the lair of the gorgons.  Ilyas was certain a hero had once fallen to their power and been petrified to stone, however protected well in a magic bag of holding this hero held a Key of the Seventh Realm."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "The gorgons of course detected the group and upon arrival they were met with immediate blasts of magic and power stronger than any of them had ever faced.  Without the steadily glowing pulse of Ilyas protective Purple Haze the journey would have ended quickly with their quick deaths.  However, with some distracting illusions and a bit of luck the trio manages to escape and hide themselves in the rubble.  A plan is quickly formed to use a potent potion of nightshade provided by Alchemist of the Cosmos to taint the water jugs found outside the home of the gorgons.  After an exhausting and hot afternoon of flinging magic at wary wizards the gorgons were ready for a break and some refreshments. Two of the three sisters take mighty gulps of the water after searching in the hot sun for the well-hidden wizards.  In short moments the belladonna alkaloids in the water begin to enlarge the pupils of the gorgons resulting in extreme light sensitivity and a severe pounding migraine.  Feeling disoriented and dizzy the two stumble into their chambers to sleep off the mysterious affliction.  The two older sisters continue to shriek their agony tossing and turning before finally demanding their youngest sister, Medusa, protect them while they enter a magic slumber to counter the magical poison."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "With the odds now three to one in the wizards favor they spring into action.  A series of illusionary copies of the wizards confuse and annoy Medusa as she destroys them one by one.  In the ensuing chaos the real Ghost Eater manages to retrieve a glowing sword from a pile of discarded artifacts and position himself directly behind the dangerous Medusa.  With one swipe of the sword, he cleanly decapitates the head with hair of writhing serpents and kicks it into a corner.  Exhausted, but apparently out of danger, the team searches the surrounding area and locates a statue matching Ilyas descriptions of the unfortunate holder of the key.  Dangling from a belt turned stone there IS a bag hanging.  In stark contrast to the field of statues that serve as both grave marker and final resting place, the bag seems to be almost alive.  Softer than velvet, a shade of violet so deep as to almost be black, the bag is tied closed with a cord of sparkling golden threads."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": "Reaching his hand inside the bag Ghost eater finds the space much larger than expected and soon is up to his elbow, his shoulder and eventually summons some light and bravely sticks his head inside the bag.  Inside he finds a WONDER!  An entire vault lies within the confines of this bag as though the dimensions themselves have somehow folded into this wondrous container.  Inside, the vault pulses with a soft light and though mostly empty it contains piles of gold and jewels in in amounts larger than Ghost Eater had ever imagined.  Placed on a podium in a place of honor Ghost Eater finds the Key to the Seventh Realm.  Careful to wrap the key in cloth Ghost eater returns from the Bag of Holding and into the Fay.  Finally having secured a way home the group quickly adds the head of Medusa to the treasures of the vault and make haste before the poisoned gorgons wake to discover the fate of their youngest sister.\n\nAmazed the adventurers have returned alive, and with the key, Ilyas now reveals to our travelers the story of @wizard0.  He who commands a singularity and refracts it through a simple Chroma Crystal to birth the creation of limitless nothing.  The Holy Arcanist has the potential to create any number of realities from infinite threads, including one that would return them to their home.  Cosmic Mage, Ilyas, and Alchemist see Ghost Eater grasp the key firmly in his right hand, flashes bright with light, and then becomes transparent and fades into nothing and in an instant reappears in a burst of color."}
{"id": "5689a7c0-122f-424b-99f4-5f69c91a3bb8-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:39.774", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSeF96Qf3StQGUG5UKEGYs78v6tmVDaoomN7pKsKoh1eQ", "txHash": "0x426d5e0544e873796005fc8069482f5c9d9d1589e80a80c59bc540632daf13a6", "createdAtBlock": 14322918, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 55, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcHAhUsxzfMyteXRG3eVaEzxwVNJJGuw4jWpBfkuCv4Rg", "name": "Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome", "text": ">At least this is how it was observed within the realm of the Fay.  For Ghost Eater, using the Key to the Seventh realm to travel among space, time, and the very fabric of reality; it seemed as though he traveled on, and on, and on, until it seemed time itself no longer had meaning.  Finally, ahead the darkness was split with an incredibly pure white light and a prismatic burst of color more beautiful than anything a kobold had ever witnessed.  Ghost Eater begins to weep with the beauty and can feel his is in the presence of immense power.  Able to sense the truest self of all beings, The Holy Arcanist could see the goodness in Ghost Eater, his quest, and The Holy Arcanist blessed him that day.  The purity of his kobold heart and knowledge gained during his adventures through the Fey were said to move even an ancient being of unfathomable power.\n\n>After agreeing to aid The Holy Arcanist in achieving his infinite goals with an unbreakable oath, Ghost Eater was given some powerful gifts to aid him on his journey.   The first gift was a familiar so rarely seen today to be legend itself.  A true friend, companion, and defender of good, Skramps joined forces forever with Ghost Eater with a familiar soul bond.  The second was the most splendidly colored garment mortal eyes have ever seen.  It is unknown what material makes up the suit, but rumors in the Fay are that the fabric is light itself, bending into an infinite prism and protecting Ghost Eater on his journey.  As a third gift he later discovered in his Bag of Infinite Holding the gruesome medusa head had been desiccated and shrunken, frozen into position becoming a gruesome reminder of his journey through the Fay.  He also happily noted the remainder of the treasures secure and happily kept the bag tucked on a cord within his rainbow suit."}
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{"id": "fef17257-d7ac-47de-b7f7-93e632f962aa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:38.298", "backgroundColor": "#060606", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeP5dFHG99sB9X5JcpqjPRYJSSxZfuWN4Rw9hEy8gjQyU", "txHash": "0xa18a358634de0eb207de8914ba5663eb42f16d9102c94a3e5f37c08d3128395d", "createdAtBlock": 14320966, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2940, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmReu2ZRrUq4MK1ZqXgoaaCow74yQVFwC81ySDY1RAzvgx", "name": "Magus Herne of Alfheim", "text": "# The First Recruit\n--- *Archmagus Herne of Alfheim, slightly tipsy, approaches the bar after evening supper at the Greater Alfheim Hunt Club.* @wizard3523 *is sitting, smoking her usual pinch of grouse weed, and turns toward Herne as he approaches...* --- \n\n\n\nHerne:  \nI know that look. Is that *really* necessary right now?\n\nListen, I know. The club isn't your thing. It's no secret that you're disgusted by almost everyone here. And I get it. They mean well, but they're just... a little out of touch, you know? \n\nIt's the money... does strange things to people. And this is the result.\n\nBut you, you're looking at me like I'm one of them! I see it - I see it in your eyes RIGHT now. \n\nIt's not the first time, either. I see it every time - *every time* I come by in a new elven cloak or mention my purebred steed - anything, really.  You and that look.  But damn the cosmos if I'll apologize for my success. Because you know what? With me it's different. It really is.  I'm not like them. You know that, right? You've known me since I was a fawn. And I mean honestly, what's changed?\n\nOk, don't answer that.\n\n\n\nYou know, it was never supposed to be this way. The business... it just... fell on my lap. I didn't know what else to do. It was such a small thing.  I saw the opportunity and I went with it.  How could I have possibly known it would get this far? How could anyone? Nobody could have seen this coming."}
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{"id": "4a949650-0293-4d51-b35c-b092f3f92456-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:46.977", "backgroundColor": "#6c1510", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdwZjAisLnJRYdB3yibqwsja9ew4rwhXncLDyfRqUfwU8", "txHash": "0x3e3818f67805999d06d32feee8e0b90a18d908d501427d5a3fc795d97a546356", "createdAtBlock": 14329195, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Azazel of Elysium", "text": "### \n## Prologue\n\n\n\nHe does not recall exactly how he got here, as his journey has been a long and arduous one with many mysteries and illusions.\n\nIn the depths of his recollection he recalled a life of monotony and aimlessness. A son of a butcher and a seamstress, he was a lowly apprentice at a paint-maker's shop, working long days and coming home to an empty house to eat simple meals of stale bread and thin soup. He saw others with drive and ambition but found no such motivation of his own.\n\nThat is, until he stumbled upon the hidden lair of the fabled @wizard2134.\n\nIt certainly did not seem like a day that would upend his entire life and identity. It was a cold and dreary day, with little foot traffic in the town streets. He took his usual circuitous route home from the shop that day, barely registering the few passers-by who happened to be running their last minute errands that evening.  \n\nLeft at the grocer's.  \n\nRight at the town hall steps.  \n\nUp the winding path to the edge of town.  \n\nAzazel drew in a breath of the chilly dusk air and blew it out through pursed lips, watching the fog exit his mouth in a stream. Then he sighed. Another day in the doldrums.  \n\nExcept... on this day he saw a glimmer at the edge of the treeline. Odd. He wandered over and saw that it had drawn further into the forest. \"Why not?\" he thought to himself aloud. \"Nothing better to do.\"\n\nAnd unwittingly, with that statement, he began his journey into the afterlife...  \n\n... into Elysium."}
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{"id": "7bd2606c-194a-479b-ba9c-05426870d5bb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:49.771", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUirTnhjtf3ri1cp6gCCJJcM69gPdDz1RnRRNf32NHWnc", "txHash": "0x06b7aa4dd3fac304e89d43107e94e276d77b33a0a301bbd3e3da69f379d198b6", "createdAtBlock": 14332914, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 741, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Solomon of the Belfry", "text": "One would assume tragedy would strike there and then, to really gift the writers with a good story but alas, the story of Solomon would still be calm, happy and joyous for another twenty years. But deep in the background of the grand stories that are told about that time, there can be a different story, the story of the Cult. No one really knows how and when they came to be, but their influence festered and grew underground for many years until finally they came out of the shadows as a well organised organisation. They werent vying for the traditional places of power, no parliament, council or kingdom was targeted but instead the Cult revered another set of Gods.\n\n\nTheir pantheon was called the Nameless, giving way to a myriad of beings all esoterically referenced as the Void, the Merchant or the Giver. They didnt believe in institutionally organised religions, instead giving way for believing and revering Gods the way the people themselves want to. Solomon kept a close eye on their progress through the cities in the vicinity and he felt sympathy for their ideas. It was only after a few years that the horrific truth became known to him.Their doctrine of revering as you want basically meant that in the shadows they were pulling the strings and influencing people to start hunting people that didnt participate because the Void demanded sacrifices or burning clergymen on the stake because they held to their own religions."}
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{"id": "5e70c79d-87d7-4614-a365-6a30499a51cb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:00.179", "backgroundColor": "#462713", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdvx3p4igtkD3JPEjPh68CX5uuzvqXxAGJVNcGau8U6yW", "txHash": "0x1072a2c64b4a7caa831474223f0c1a49aebe2f98e794d0c04846af0961b2a6bb", "createdAtBlock": 14341770, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 159, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Matilda the Shrewd", "text": "# Matilda the Shrewd\n\nMatilda lives in the pastures below the mountain, where the King, @wizard5710, likes to spend his Springs. She has lived a simple life, but always dreamed of more. \n\nWhile grazing in a far away sunflower field, she bites on a leaf that tastes like metal. She digs with her hooves until she finds a bag of gold buried under the soil.\n\nI should bring this to the King! Matilda thinks. He will reward me for my loyalty. She pulls the bag out of the ground, and tosses it on her back. But, as she trots towards the castle, she feels the weight of the bag and reconsiders her plan.\n\nThe king is so rich, he has more money than he needs. I am just a poor pony and I need this gold more than him.\n\nMatilda, however, is no silly pony. She knows the risks she will run if anyone finds out about her luck. She can trust herself to be cautious, but how about her stablemaster? He will certainly notice if she returns to the stable with a bag of gold.\n\nShe thinks about it over and over, until she finds a solution and divides the gold into three piles.\n\nShe takes the first pile and buries the coins as if they were seeds; she takes the second pile and hangs the coins on a tree as if they were cherries; she takes the third pile and tosses the coins in the lake as if they were mussels.\n\nMatilda, then, heads back to the stables with a golden coin in her mouth. When her master sees her, he tries to grab the coin but she runs and lets him chase her to the sunflowers field. When the stablemaster finally catches up to her, he finds himself surrounded by gold: in the ground, on the trees, down the lake. Everywhere he looks there is gold!"}
{"id": "5e70c79d-87d7-4614-a365-6a30499a51cb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:00.179", "backgroundColor": "#462713", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdvx3p4igtkD3JPEjPh68CX5uuzvqXxAGJVNcGau8U6yW", "txHash": "0x1072a2c64b4a7caa831474223f0c1a49aebe2f98e794d0c04846af0961b2a6bb", "createdAtBlock": 14341770, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 159, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Matilda the Shrewd", "text": "I must-a take dis gold to da King! He gon make me lord or something, says the stablemaster. He gathers all the gold and carries it back to the stables on Matildas back.\n\nFearing that a thief would find his fortune, the stablemaster hides the gold in Matildas stall and heads to the castle.\n\nLeft alone with the gold, Matilda takes it to town and buys the most valuable trinkets she can find: a pompous foulard with golden needlework, protective sunglasses, and an oak pipe that belonged to a renowned wizard. She then heads back home and waits for her master.\n\nWhen the stablemaster returns, he is followed by two kingsmen. I told ye. I found da gold ovr them sun fields. Twas buried like seeds, and up in the trees like some fruit. Even down below the water, like seafood. The guards eye each other with a questioning look.\n\nThe stablemaster hands them the bag. Here, see? Gold so shiny it makes yer eyes close.\n\nThe guards peek inside the bag to find a bunch of worthless junk. A pipe, some glasses, and a napkin. Very funny, mister. Shall we take you to the king for wasting our time?\n\nWhile the kingsmen head back to the castle, the stablemaster studies the bag worriedly. He then leaves it on the ground and heads back home to his wife, concerned for his own mind. I should spend more time with people than animals.\n\nMatilda can finally enjoy her trinkets, thinking that no one will know their true value."}
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{"id": "55d0e9ce-9821-4372-b472-4571278de884-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:46.803", "backgroundColor": "#6e017f", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb5DTHMpZ7F3jLnREKYsgXPoeftqhwqbQqyGygwxN3pVd", "txHash": "0x4f22e9c60e4845f085384f3bbc8e2b1915b59c15afe7d280233d4a7a660f2d9d", "createdAtBlock": 14417442, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "The first adventure he undertook to found ancient relics was to find an artifact of the fabled arcane user Merlin. Merlin is often seen as the founder of the Halls of the Hallowed, although no one has ever proven the mythical arcanist ever roamed the continent for real. But the Necromancer did. In ancient scrolls he found the location of Merlins crypt. He emerged from the crypt victorious and gained a new ally in his fight against the forces of light. At first, it would seem that Merlins Monkey was an ordinary animal but he has been reanimated by the Necromancer, and in his brain reside the memories of Merlins experiments and research, something the Necromancer uses frequently to further his understanding of the arcane arts. The monkey itself is also a quick and vicious foe in battle, fighting from the shoulder of his master or jumping from enemy to enemy and clawing away at their throats or eyes.\n\nAfter this, he needed more power for himself. He started experimenting with magic that would alter himself in return for dark secrets. Once the Necromancer had a regular face, some would have even called him handsome in the day. Not anymore. Forbidden magic and dark arts come with a price, and one of the first ones the Necromancer had to pay was his face. Slowly but surely with each experiment and each grab for power his head became less and less human and shifted to something supernatural. Now, his face represents the dark and ancient demons he prays to and summons to gather their strength. With horns and a long face, the goat-like appearance has replaced his head fully. His red piercing eyes are alleged mirrors of hell, giving each unprotected person who looks into them the feeling they have stared into the abyss. These people will be haunted with visions and nightmares for the rest of their lives."}
{"id": "55d0e9ce-9821-4372-b472-4571278de884-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:46.803", "backgroundColor": "#6e017f", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb5DTHMpZ7F3jLnREKYsgXPoeftqhwqbQqyGygwxN3pVd", "txHash": "0x4f22e9c60e4845f085384f3bbc8e2b1915b59c15afe7d280233d4a7a660f2d9d", "createdAtBlock": 14417442, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 743, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Goat of the Event Horizon", "text": "Even with the payoff of his face and his human-like traits, the Necromancer would argue that he gained more than he lost. Because he gave up his own head for the demonic variant he now possesses, he has gained the ability of breathing death all around him. The story goes that he tricked the demons from below in giving him the abilities of their hunter-gatherer on the mortal plane, the Grim Reaper. This creature is supposed to be the one that collects the souls of people who are destined to die and bring them to hell.\n\nBut now, this power is wielded by the Necromancer. He doesnt send their souls to hell however, instead opting to place them in purgatory, between the living and death, granting him life force from them to gain more powers for himself. Already a few powers under his belt, he felt like he still needed more. Each alchemist or mage in the world one day dreams of discovering a new fundamental understanding of the arcane arts, but few succeed. The Necromancer has done this shortly after leaving the Halls of the Hallowed destroyed. In his search for endless power, he had stumbled upon the grimoire of a dark wizard of centuries ago. In there, he found the beginnings of a spell, and over the course of three years, he has perfected it.\n\nNow he wields the power of the Death spell. Where the Grim reapers breath is used in close contact with people, the Death spell can be used to kill several people at once even from a far distance. Alchemists and mages have found ways to conceal themselves or others from this spell, but these protections arent for anybody. Because of this, the Necromancer is able to take out opponents even before the conflict reaches a combat stage. Finally, he found himself powerful enough that he just needed one thing more, a rune."}
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{"id": "beb93e03-651c-4554-aa8e-c9ce7bce4cb9-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T01:56:19.968", "backgroundColor": "#8a0000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVLo27b5FJHBnaRYc9aZhThJK3y4bFHcbk3daB4HaLNBP", "txHash": "0x0867d29561208a8d6bd6121e7828d5079fc78380700b31d313887e195885b0db", "createdAtBlock": 15393835, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3340, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Walter Attacker of the Tundra", "text": "#  Tundra Terror \n\n\n\n\n> ARGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA\n\nThe pained screams of a Yeti echoed throughout The Tundra. The sickening cry was loud enough to break through even the strong winds of the unforgiving Tundra blizzard. \n\nThe terrifying beast stood at an impressive 5 meters tall, but was brought to its knees by an even more horrific monster - **Walter Attacker of the Tundra.** \n\nHis scimitar cleanly sliced through the Yetis spine with one clean swoop, slicing at just precision for the sole purpose of paralyzing it from the neck down. It had no clue how long Walter was following; in fact it hadnt even realized it was pounced on before the burning pain surged throughout it back. It had all happened in just a few seconds, but knew very well that this would be the end.\n\n> So cold Im so cold. I need you. I need your warmth. I need your blood. I need your life\n\nWalter said slowly, and calmly, as he began carving away the Yetis limbs. It continued yelling in agony, thats all it could do as the cold white snow below was tainted in crimson. At this point it would have preferred its life was ended before he butchered its body, but it knew that was never an option. Although the Yeti couldnt see Walter's face under his thick steel helmet, it could tell he was drunk with excitement over the joy of torturing. \n\nAfter removing all of its limbs, Walter made one large incision throughout the Yetis torso. He climbed in as deep as he could and rubbed the Yetis blood deep into his skin and fur clothing. Thats right, Walters clothes are of course made of Yeti fur - but it's Yeti blood that it's naturally dyed in. How many lives had he taken for that pure white fur to become so saturated in that wretched shade"}
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{"id": "1bf822cf-09b7-4575-b063-de819b49e779-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:56.13", "backgroundColor": "#253a25", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVYFiCrC2ZSuz1KLXSSv1zLiDsXASYC9HTF8iXnRcRMrK", "txHash": "0xd6a8c47c92aa49d907f6612fcb1599722182f7b2b912a8217c72409bc9bff9d1", "createdAtBlock": 14337745, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8942, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZuhMThRjjHwL3ecn3jUtUub4sQL4xdJ1sLgfEAqQYq7r", "name": "Druid Crowley of the Marsh", "text": "#  Prologue \nBorn somewhere around the Great Tower that housed the last Druid Order of the southern hemisphere, the wind flailed west across the forgotten ruins, once the site of a great city, before the Hundred Year war. Along it blew past the gnarled branches deep into the bog, around a clay hut, and beat at the back of a bearded figure standing by a small fire.\n\nBlasts flailed about Crowleys worn coveralls, whipped his beard, then fed the fire at his feet. He wished he had gathered more wood before last night, or that it hadnt rained so much. Conjuring fire came effortlessly to him but sustaining it without fuel would be an inefficient use of his Magic. Using his Magic these days didnt please him anyway; he had parted from the order centuries ago and had no intentions of going back.\n\nAn exceptionally strong gust caught the brim of his red pointy hat, knocking it off his head and flinging it to the damp ground. In a matter of seconds the hat quickly rose in an upward motion before being snatched in mid air. As if summoned from the hats opening a small bulbous shape fell to the ground below. The wizard no longer remembered when Chlorbi and he first crossed paths  time had a way of losing meaning after a while - but he was sure grateful to have him around.\n\n_Thank you old friend._ Crowley said, smiling at Chlorbi.\n\nChorbi blinked, letting out a friendly chirp.\n\nFeeling a little foolish he placed the hat back; it was the only article that remained from a life he now chose to forget. Now and again he held his hands out, slowly waving them over the fire. It wasnt a particularly cold morning, but this had been the coldest fall in his memory. Perhaps winter would be harsh enough to keep visitors away for another year; few dared travel this far south in these conditions."}
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{"id": "4e26a346-75b3-4a98-8764-5ce1d42d8b1f-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T06:35:55.621", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdG2ZwKUpUDRj7wN15bTLu6xjycN339GhywcM84vonJdf", "txHash": "0x67ee16a8c03a8ec6506ede63db720c64f7c1909f61a096dc6552b61ca226067d", "createdAtBlock": 15395065, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 727, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Einer Bifurcator of Bugbears", "text": "# Einer Bifurcator of Bugbears\n\n\nEiner wandered the realm searching for something to eat. He encountered @warrior728. The two became fast friends, often competing against one another, always trying to outdo each other in increasingly outrageous competition.\n\nThey traveled the lands together, picking up worthy allies in @warrior12950 and @warrior12949.\n\nThe companions accepted a quest from the **King** of Kings.\n\n>Venture forth and vanquish the tyranny that lay in the depths of the demon lands.\n\nThe King said.\n\nThe four traveled to the gates of hell. They carried with them a magic artifact said to be crafted by @wizard0 themself. The party made up their minds, steeled their will, and invaded the abyss.\n\nThey fought for 4 fortnites, slaying all demons that impeded their quest. Until they finally reached **The Demon's** layer. \n\n***Einer attacked The Demon's royal guard. Even 3-on-1 the Bugbears were no match for Einer as he cleaved each in two. Suddenly, The Demon cast a dark spell. Seeing his friend*** @warrior728 ***in trouble Einer jumped to his aid. Meeting The Demon headfirst. The two tussled for a while until The Demon gained the upper hand. But it was too late for The Demon, he realized all of his allies were slain. Enraged he flew at*** @warrior12950.\n\n***As the demon fell the Rune of Neptune was chiseled into Einer's mind.***\n\nWhen the party returned to the King's realm they were greeted with a fantastic celebration. The King rewarded the adventurers with a name.\n\nFrom that day forth the party became known as... \n\n>**Ruin Demon**"}
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{"id": "bbe854ba-a434-4ce6-a905-1bf911968e10-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:05.573", "backgroundColor": "#051222", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdPAYym6Q79hjnv1k8ud6s4gzHUN2vvnRBgq9YYJxxQwZ", "txHash": "0x147d48f3a14f57a597098250c7f3c5d8727d415ae9328940b4fe1aac8d4de0a7", "createdAtBlock": 14347836, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8549, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Evangeline of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "Breath in, breath out.\n\n12345.\n\n    \n    \nWith her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with fresh morning air. Once again, the world felt brand new. She could feel the tingling in her skin, rough and dry from the cold air. Inhaling once more, she breathed in all the air she could before she was forced to exhale. The soles of her feet felt soft, like that of a rug; tips of her toes were still numb as if she'd fallen asleep after dancing... She felt warmth on the top of her head, the same sort of feeling she used to get as a child when she felt safe.\n\nI want to stay here forever, \n\nshe mused, feeling neither sentient nor divine, she yet was both. She breathed as she always did, her mind serene and content. She felt at peace with the world around her, arms open and free. When she thought of the soft carpet of leaves under her feet, she felt joy overwhelm her. Soon, however, her head grew cold as intense pain wracked her spine. She was weak, feeling like a scourge of negative energy had swept through her body and left it full of pain. She could sense the massive cycle of negative energy welling up from the bottom of the mountain towards the peakexcept that it was neither coming from nor heading to the peak. Instead, it seeped into the ground and into the cave itself.\n\n    \nOpening her eyes, the trees were different, they seemed to be more bent and gnarled. They appeared to have been diseased. The ground had blackened, even the bark of the trees was cracking with evil's presence. The dense mist of light that lingered above the forest floor gave the illusion that it was burning. Its heat pulsated with the beating of a drum and the sound of screaming people."}
{"id": "bbe854ba-a434-4ce6-a905-1bf911968e10-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:05.573", "backgroundColor": "#051222", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdPAYym6Q79hjnv1k8ud6s4gzHUN2vvnRBgq9YYJxxQwZ", "txHash": "0x147d48f3a14f57a597098250c7f3c5d8727d415ae9328940b4fe1aac8d4de0a7", "createdAtBlock": 14347836, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8549, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Evangeline of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "A cacophony of sounds surrounded her. Unearthly screaming and cries punctuated by clanging steel and the sounds of pain and death, echoing through the woods where life was still trying to thrive, where hope was flickering in the hearts of the good. The trees swayed back and forth in the wind but she heard something else: a second heartbeat. The sounds of life, of hope gave her courage to move forward despite the unknown. She jumped down from her perch, then started running towards the source of this great evil. \n    \n\nShe didnt need to run very far, she saw that shadows were emerging from the ground and walking out of the woods. All the trees were dying and assaulting her from everywhere.\n    \n\nShe had no idea how to fight such a force. Her body was being ravaged by the evilness of the trees. But she didnt die. Instead, she heard a voice calling her by her name.\n    \n\nEvangeline Evangeline\n    \n\nHer pain, her wounds, her beating heart and her breathing, they all stopped.\n    \n\nEvangeline, wake up.\n    \n\nThe sound of her name echoed in her mind, followed by a soft touch on her cheek. She wasnt sure why she was on the floor or why her hand was being held. As she opened her eyes, everything came flooding back: the trees, the war, the beating of the drum, the sound of death. She had no idea where she was, or why there was a strange fox in front of her. \n    \n\nHis red fur was the color of blood and flesh, and it seemed to be creeping closer to her, like a hundred red ants, shedding their blood red backs and coming to crawl on her. The fox was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to her chest, his eyes fixed on her."}
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{"id": "163d6f82-c79c-4378-ba06-d8b77e32bebe-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:06.663", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbRyXTXCYA7nCjByuqdCpFf8X6P7yxhaQyjd822xtNLHP", "txHash": "0x975f6179e4076d890615b196e01ee16408dbff34d825e9a023a9727ea74d5eea", "createdAtBlock": 14350047, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3113, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Toka of the Wood", "text": "Il tait une fois un gardien du carrefour des Kobolds, Toka of the wood est un tre mystique qui recherche constamment  tout savoir sur les voyageurs qui saventurerons sur son chemin. Toka attend patiemment que chacun des aventuriers arrive au carrefour et cest alors quun par un il les arretas avec sa grosse voix de Kobold  Ohhhh passant aventurier, je suis le gardien de ce passage! Dis-moi la rponse  mon nigme et tu te mriteras le passage gratuitement sinon PRENDS GARE, tu devras me payer un Token  moi Toka le mystique si tu CHOUE afin de continuer ton chemin Oh aventurier tmraire!  \n\nGive Toka a Token or take the risk! \n\nDonne un token  Toka pour traverser ou bien prends un risque de sauver tes tokens! Si tu ten sens capable de rpondre  cet tre mystique cest  tes risques et pril car les Kobolds ont rputation dtre trs intelligent! \n\nEt SURTOUT! Noublie pas que son chat du bonheur sait lire dans les penses malgr son apparence sympathique  ne te laisse pas pig et sache que les mensonges ne fonctionnent pas DU TOUT grce  ce flin unique pourtant si affectueux! SOIS PRUDENT le chat saura si tu es un MALFAISANT  travers ses yeux perants!"}
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{"id": "cfd77b4d-50e3-4fbb-9776-35ce195e3fbd-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:27.666", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWrPXBckfGHNQFZVFsPQtNUhKdTfuEupC8sjYc9urXqRe", "txHash": "0xb6ba67f13afd28993aa0cd364d1ad6cb6c614158e17eeb31f63553b1926a56a0", "createdAtBlock": 14738124, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmfNub9AMhM\n\nAnd the Wazir spoke: \n> _Hear me, believers, and friends of Tabitha. Your prayers have been heard and life will be given again to the one who lies here before us. For her deeds in life were good and just and great and must not be forgotten. We will give her again breath and soul and heart. But as it is, one cannot return to the living without carrying a burden.\nHear this: Tabitha will rise again and breathe and do the good deeds. But she will not come to rest again. When her time is come on earth in this age, she will be reborn as a healer, wise woman, and sorceress. And when her time has come in that age it will be so again and then again and over. She will be reborn. She will know something, and she will know nothing. She will be here and there. Even in the phantasy world of the worthy will she exist to do her good work long after the runes of the north with have been forgotten. Until which time the great one decides her work is done. **This is what I say, and this is what is done**._\n\n\nThere was a last ringing of the bell, a thunder, and a flash of light  and the figure was gone.\n\nEveryone gasped with their mouths open when a soft, sleepy voice spoke from the center of the room: _What happened? Why is everyone here? Did someone die? Oh Peter, my dear friend! It is wonderful to see you, but why do you all look so frightened and scared?_"}
{"id": "cfd77b4d-50e3-4fbb-9776-35ce195e3fbd-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:27.666", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWrPXBckfGHNQFZVFsPQtNUhKdTfuEupC8sjYc9urXqRe", "txHash": "0xb6ba67f13afd28993aa0cd364d1ad6cb6c614158e17eeb31f63553b1926a56a0", "createdAtBlock": 14738124, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "The light slowly returned back to the room and shone through Tabithas hair that had a very light green shade to it, as did her skin. Barely noticeable. There was a rune on the door, the rune of steel and in the corner under the window, an albino rat peeked around a chest, blinking. \n\nA little boy came in and said: _Hello, someone home? I have a delivery for Tabitha. Its a **peyote**!_\n\n\n(May 8th, 2022)\n\n##########\n\nThis is the last chapter of the full story how Tabitha came to be. For the full story go to How Tabitha came to be a powerful witch\n\nMore stories can be found at https://tabitha.wtf/category/lore/\n\nThank you @wizard6287 for letting me add you to the story! \n\nTo follow Tabitha around feel free to add her to your Twitter friends at https://twitter.com/tabitha_6154"}
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{"id": "5f97861a-83cc-4483-b102-34de36adddd2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:22.57", "backgroundColor": "#022f04", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSRE4JrNd1CjzMVZw8onj8fCD8End62AspWfFW4SEgtcP", "txHash": "0xe31eb40a32ce1bb600df0ad1321ff4c42c272796c6c7428488312724cc4973e2", "createdAtBlock": 14397773, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Azahl of the Wood", "text": "A bungle of wet herbs in his bag and frozen to the bones, Anzahl reaches his cottage. It takes him quite some time to set up a fire to make himself a poor meal. After warming up from the inside and outside, he searches his pockets for today's harvest herbs. On the other side of the room, somewhere in the dark, Anzahl has set up a strange looking construct of bottles and glasses. Maybe today  Anzahl mumbles while going to the table. The fire has almost burned down when he finished  whatever he was doing.  \nBack at the fire, he put a new wood into the fireplace. There you are he whispers to his familiar, who never left his side since he came back to the cottage. After starring another few hours in the fire, he threw something to his familiar. It seems like it was waiting for that moment, eating it, whatever it was, up almost instantly. \nThis was the time when someone else in the wood looked up to the old cottage, which glow up out of the nowhere, melting all the snow in a small area around the House.\n\nHe is  getting Close  I  I  Have to tell the Others . But  not . today"}
{"id": "dcc7824b-7a59-41da-a984-9e661b93a3bc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:55.996", "backgroundColor": "#dbc5dc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcyphcaP7Jy3y5HhP25hVNH7DYgHRKPv8WBRsgcUUsLV4", "txHash": "0xb2f788df342cd3e6b4c9883500636009ea53a63272af5c052806d373c49fbf3c", "createdAtBlock": 14393729, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaUPMPhSMfAE7tZyxoq19C1KRRLuyATggLj1ZtcDiJhPm", "name": "Sorcerer Taqi of the Pit", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Taqi of the Pit and Wolf\n\n\n\n\n\n~~It was many many years ago.~~\n\n \nBefore those years when Taqi had to live alone in this barren Pit land. \nWhen the wolf mother, who would later become her best friend, was just a baby wolf. \n\nIt is true that those lands are unproductive in harvest, but wisdom can be said to be gushing around the Pit. For decades, all wise wizards and wise tribes lived peacefully and friendly. Those lands were home to many wizards who got on well with each other. So what happened after that, there is no trace of that colony that got on very well with each other. Why did they compete with each other to smash the rules inherited from their ancestors ?!\n\n\nEverything started with the dark magic that Necromancer Scratch did before he became 'Evil' and could not see where it would end. He cast a terrifying poisonous spell that poisoned and afflicted himself, as well as all wise wizards. And after a while, all those wise peoples were engaged in a war without a winner. And wars bring blood. Unfortunately, little Taqi's family was among the losers in this war like the others. Poor Taqi was miraculously surviving amid all these bad events. However, it was difficult to decide from the outside whether this was good or bad. Because he no longer had a family to take care of him, nor a wise tribe.\n\n\n\nFortunately, Taqi was still alive when the mother wolf stumbled upon him. The wolf took care of him like a cub. Together they formed a friendship that would last for many years. And this friendship would bring many stories to be told for many years to come. The adventure was just beginning for Taqi.\n..... \n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A06bDmpNTJU"}
{"id": "d6c06291-e426-49f6-8f9f-34fb83fabb74-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:47.373", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXYrJ6Qg2wb6TkcVxjLVkSiweU3KfjQHvHuEcwMhi6pKG", "txHash": "0xad4d34f21c7f0b2c4c5a68ca60b7795761bad7fe07c027b96df9392d382ce166", "createdAtBlock": 14397587, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3975, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcXW5C2mrWTcJdqgobmzYZtC4mzJsVr4u6mqrU7fdmHr9", "name": "Sorcerer Harley of the Veil", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Harley of the Veil\n\nHarley began life as a Genesis MoonCat, one of the 160 who chose the path of heroes and stayed behind on Luna to save their brethren from the impending solar eclipse. Due to a freak accident at the sub-lunarian moonbase (someone spilled tuna on a particle accelerator), Harley got sucked through a wormhole and ended up in the Forgotten Runes. The journey through the rift in space-time also changed Harley down to the subatomic level, uplifting the MoonCat to superhuman intellect and endowing him with the ability to wield magic.\n\nCuriously enough, Harley wasn't the only one to traverse that particular wormhole on that fateful day. Something else was also ejected from the wormhole, a scorched refinery crucible filled with once molten iron, with a pure tungsten sphere inside. Using magic to re-melt the iron, levitate the sphere out, and crack it open, Harley found the most unexpected creature inside: a snail. Not only that, a hyper intelligent immortal snail, who communicated to Harley that it had only one mission in life: to locate and physically touch a certain somebody. Harley wasn't sure what that whole business was all about, but being two peas in a pod, torn from their own universes to find themselves stranded in this new one, the two decided to travel together, and quickly became fast friends."}
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{"id": "54761583-b5f7-4415-968c-a17203a73ce9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:48.157", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmToRg7mUhBayVujhoRy96bf8jVwHdD56A1fCsuQWRYf4r", "txHash": "0x1e9dc222fc9b62e7a4ca5838e029481877a75ec1af2fe7f81e6a2fcf2761d030", "createdAtBlock": 14397596, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 133, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQsxcJNA1oGx7kZyMQKEWH8mVxp3AZYSLwMCrFmWxGFG1", "name": "Bloody Mary", "text": "# Bloody Mary\n\n## Genesis\n\nThe night air held a rancid and repulsive scent, ash drifting on the lazy breeze, acrid smoke billowing and obscuring the hunter's moon partly visible above in the cloudless sky. The obscene smell was enough to make one gag, to make weary eyes run rivers of sooty tears and set sniveling noses running. Only the barest whimpers and the slightest wheeze, accompanied by the symphony of sizzling and burning flesh, could be heard over the sound of hard heels slapping on cobbled stones.\n\nEver since her first execution, that delightful maiden voyage so long ago was now one of her most precious memories, her trusted Torch had burned ever more fiercly. The immolations were a necessity at first, to cleanse the realm of heretics and the unfaithful, but more and more the ritual leaned deliciously towards indugleance. \n\nIt was truly a wonder to observe and delight in all the fascinating ways the fire affected the body; from the initial agony of searing the nerves from the skin, granting the doomed a short-lived reprieve, to shifting fluids and shrinking husk. Then, with the expulsion of one final foul and gurgling breath her trap would slam shut, imprisoning the unwilling spirit - stench and all - to an eternity of subservience in her incandescent vessel.\n\nHer ritual concluded, a confident stride swiftly took Mary away from the enormous pyre, her biggest yet, Torch sputtering and spitting merrily at her side. Sated for the moment by the latest addition of tortured captive souls, she raised her magical companion to cast the gloom ahead in vermillion hues, and disappeared into the night."}
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{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Stories abound.\n\nMost fade beyond memory. Few sustain.\n\nHumans devolve into ever increasing chaos, disconnected from the potential they once had.\n\nYet hope remains.\n\nPerhaps in ever smaller amounts, perhaps in the same amount just harder to see.\n\nIn the stories that once bound us together, of fellowship and bravery, fighting for a better world...\n\nOf unwilling heroes, stayed by the darkness they've already seen.\n\nHope remains.\n\nHowever mild, however meek\n\nHowever overcome by the waves of unrest\n\nLike a whisper lost in the depths of crescendoing noise\n\nLike a glimmer upon the sea, a moment makes the journey worthwhile.\n\nA glimmer, that makes a story worth telling.\n\nFor those who may yet believe.\n\n\n......................................................................................\n\n\nA ship sailed.  \n\n&nbsp;\n\nThrough writhing wisps of fog, the ship sailed.\n\nUnbound by care and silent in the dark waters, nudged ever so slightly by the roaming waves - the ship sailed.\n\n&nbsp;\n......................................................................................\n\n\n\nRita had heard the stories.\nFire and brimstone had been rained down by her aunt, reiterating the same old droning mores. The ship will take you away, they said - if you don't abide by the\nwarnings foretold and retold by generation after generation of ancestors repeating each others mistakes. Comforting threats, in the oddest of ways - laws\npassed down as legend, an effective tool for mitigating debate. The community was miserable. This misery however birthed a stoic form of predictability - no one would\never dare speak of it, in fact when questioned would use the same old legends to pound out of their opponent any suspect notion of the truth, and perpetuating the stories on\nwhich their control - the only joy they had produced - was built."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "The legends were boring. They interested only those who saw their value as tools of control, and those who were afraid of them of which Rita was neither. She had seen the\nfae flitting happily from flower to tree in the groves, unbothered by the legends that made so many others fade into mundane oblivion, losing all track of their potential\nas they traded their uncertain hearts for certain position. The human world was an unfeeling place, but Rita has discovered light. A glimmer of happiness, she thought, was\nworth all the lifetimes of celebrated misery.\n\nMagic was forbidden. Magic was dark - and Rita's previous endeavors in engaging with the fae had earned her marks she'd not forget. Yet each reprimand only made her more\neager, more intent on discovering what it was that was so special it had to be avoided at all costs without explanation or thought. There was a stirring in the darkness, a\ncalling to which Rita felt drawn. Her peers were afraid - what intrigued her plagued her friends and what sparked in her wild imagination brought nightmares to them. The\nlegends, they said - the legends said they're dangerous. Then what danger, I wonder, could be worse than this? She'd answer. But no response came - surely what lies\nbeyond must be worse than a guilded cage, they said. Better to remain safe - though safe to what end, Rita wondered. Maybe some are content unhappy. Maybe some, once in a quantum century,\nare not.\n\nWhat lies beyond the pale? Why must be leave our questions unasked? What harm may come to those who reign when others dare to venture out? Why? None of it made sense.\nThose who said they cared about her seemed not to care about her happiness. The world was a confusing place - and magic seemed the only thing that might have answers."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Anyway. Tales of misery and trite human behaviors hardly interest anyone anymore. The point is that as Rita experimented with magic, her skills grew. It was there in the \ngrove, the same of the flitting fae - that a leaf had just begun to tremble at the enchantment of her transport spell, as the earth split open and \na yawning chasm swallowed her up.\n\nShe fell.\n\nAnd fell\n\nand fell\n\nand fell \n\nand fell.\n\nHow much time passed Rita had no knowledge, time seemed an abstraction in the void.\n\nShe fell\n\nand fell\n\nand fell\n\nand fell\n\nand fell until\n\njust kidding she keeps falling\n\nok she finally stops.\n\nYet still, surrounding her is pure nothingness. Pitch black, with a strange sense of calm. A faint sound emerges, like the sound of snowfall...the sounds stars might make if their\ntwinkling were audible. In turn, small points of light begin to glow - indeed like stars - as if she were suspended in the cosmos itself. Full of life, yet devoid of everything.\nA single moment of unity, where all life begins and ends and begins again, where everything exists and nothing exists at the same time, all possibility wrapped\ninto a single space.\n\nTrees begin to flicker. Like dawn, the world begins to emerge again. A river, a toad (what's he doing here?), a mushroom that rapidly skitters away and a giant set of eyes\nappear like a newly-snapped Polaroid.\n\nAs the light returns, the eyes vanish. The toad croaks happily and the mushroom peers out from under a stone on the river's opposite shore. It looks faintly like the grove\nshe left - however many years ago it was. Indeed, the fae are still flitting from tree to tree. She shakes her head and stands up - enough for one day."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "It must have been a dream. Her experimentations with magic, she realized, must have indeed carried her into a dark realm. Or she knocked her head. Unsure which, she stepped\nslowly towards her village.\n\nThe light glinted off the tin roof of her neighbor's home. It was almost sunset, yet there were no fires. It was eerily quiet. As she peered into the light, a cat skittered\npanicked across her path. Elfa? The eyes glowed at her from behind the bushes. Puzzled, Rita carried on towards town.\n\nA knock. At once, the door to her home fell open, freed from its rusty hinges. Her aunt was no where to be found, and the house had clearly been abandoned for ages. She departed.\nNo love lost. \n\nEtna, what happened? She found her neighbor sitting outside, drifting off.\n\nWho are you?\n\nI'm Rita.\n\nWho?\n\nRita.\n\nNo response.\n\nI used to live next door to you. Etna, where is everyone?\n\nSilence.\n\nNo one has been here for thirty years. At least...\n\nSilence again.\n\nThey moved on.\n\nWhere?\n\nTo the island. There was a war...\n\nChoose your own adventure. Or lazy writing. But what is a story without the reader's imagination? Was the war because the sect had delved too deep in their search for power?\nWarring factions tore the region apart? Or did increasing numbers of dissenting dreamers shake the foundations as the ruling class tried to quash them? Were the dissenters magic?\nOr simply humans looking for happiness? Did they succeed?\n\nRita waited for the elder to speak again but there was only space."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Rita waited for the elder to speak again but there was only space.\n\nOne would think Rita would have questions, but strangely they seemed to have all been answered long ago. In the misery that hid its lies, the unhappiness that threatened a\nrevolution, the whispers in the dark and even the time in the void...everything seemed more logical now than it had ever been. Magic may have been forbidden, but its secrets\nwere no less true.\n\nShe departed.\n\n......................................................................................\n\n\nThe wind whipped across the stones of Evermoor. Her fire, glowing cheerfully in her grotto, cast dancing shadows across the pile. \n\nThose eyes - again.\n\nFor a fortnight, she had been watched. Each night, they would glow in the dark from the rough waters. Though she sometimes sat and watched them as intently as they watched her, \nthey never blinked. Dissipating with the dawn, she had grown accustomed to their eerie presence. \n\nShe slept.\n\nThe air afoul with the smell of wet fur, Rita awoke with the dawn to find a tabby cat curled beside her, drenched as if it had come from the sea itself. Neither purring nor\nsnoring, with its still frame beside the last of her fire's glowing green embers, its fur began to dry. In an instant, its eyes darted upward as it curled itself into a \nseat, settling on her from across the fire. Elfa."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "The neighbor's cat. The cat she grew up with, playing with when she was ten. How had this cat lived thirty years? For that matter, how had she? Had it been thirty, or three hundred? She attributed her lack of\ngrowth to her time spent in the void, but little had she noticed that as the rocks wore down as the waves crashed on them day after day, that her skin had not gained a \nsingle wrinkle. Time in the grotto, like in the void, seemed irrelvent. It was only now, looking across the once-again dancing flames that Rita realized she had lost all\nconcept of time. The cat, however, remained.\n\nHello.\n\nIt seemed an awkward start. Hello? Ok, what do you say to a cat? A clearly immortal, magical cat? Where have you been all these years? Did you throw me into the void? Have you \nbeen with me all along? Do you speak English? Or speak?...Sigh. Sometimes words were a burden.\n\nElfa's eyes glowed. At once, a small stream of water wound its way from the sea into the grotto, curling its way into a spiral next to the fire and calming into a mirrored pool.\nRita glanced into the pool. It was only her reflection. Yet as the stillness of her reflection stared back at her, she remembered."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "What does she remember? This writer has no idea. But Elfa's magic lies in drawing out other's intution...allowing them to see for themselves, through themselves, unlocking\neach person's own power through reflection. She is an aid, and a superpower, all on her own - as humans (and wizards, for they are partly human too) hold all chaos and all\norder, all good and all evil, within themselves. Those who run from what lies within them may be destroyed by it, just as those who embrace it may yet use it, for better or for\nworse, to strengthen themselves. Indeed the greatest game fate ever played with villians was hiding their demise within even as they destroyed the world around them - a \nfailsafe, perhaps. \n\nIn intuition lies great power, yet the last place one would think to search would be in the form of a cat. Or a cat with a mirror, as it were.\n\n......................................................................................\n\n\n\nElfa and Rita had spent days fending off the meddlesome toads. Amidst zaps, pounces, and all-out thwacks, the toads were known for their impenetrable will to cause chaos\nand disruption, flinging accusations and riddling their victims with unrelenting annoyance as gleefully as they snatched flies from the air. Contributing nothing, the toads\nfound joy sucking the life out of others and had found a new game beneath the rocks of Rita's grotto. Another night of insatiable croaking, and there was a squishy plop on one\nof the rocks by the fire.\n\nBlorp.\n\nRita glared.\n\nExcuse me?\n\nBlorp. Cat\n\nThe slimy toad grinned then cowered as if it had been hit.\n\nCat...eat...me...blorp\n\nCat try eat me blorp..\n\nBlorp"}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Cat...eat...me...blorp\n\nCat try eat me blorp..\n\nBlorp\n\nElfa rolled her orange eyes. \n\nA spark from Rita's hand and a green flame shot across the grotto. The toad yelped as it hopped from the ledge, plopping unceremoniously into the waves below. \n\nWell he was...slippery.\n\nElfa glared.\n\nNo? No puns?\n\nElfa purred.\n\nI mean their words alone are poison, who would even try to eat them? What an unfounded accusation, purely undelectable. \n\nElfa gagged.\n\nHonestly. We don't even have salt.\n\nAnother toad poked its head into the grotto, with five others in tow. Soon the ground was flooded with hopping hecklers, as Elfa pounced and chased them around the fire. A few \nminutes later, the grotto was calm again. \n\nRita sighed. Elfa stared.\n\nIt's so much energy. Sustaining that kind of magic is exhausting, but I don't know how else we're going to sleep. But this is four weeks Elfa, what are we going to do?\n\nThe glimmer of green fire wraithed and surrounded the outer edge of the grotto. It kept the toads away, and at enough of a distance even their croaking was faint enough to \nallow them to sleep. But solutions seemed elusive.\n\nThe morning dawned in mist. Only green embers remained of the perimeter, yet the toads seemed nowhere to be found. An almost eerily quiet brought a stunning peace. \n\nBlorp.\n\nBlorp blorp blorp blorpblorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp"}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "The cachophanous noise of the toads was faint. Present, but faint. Rita squinted into the distance as Elfa stretched and yawned.\n\nOn a jetty in the water, the toads hopped madly. Hundreds of green bodies bounced as the jumped and railed against the newly-discovered anemones that had been living for \nmonths in the tide pools. \n\nBlorp blorp anemone\n\nAnemone blorp\n\nBlorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp blorp\n\nUnbothered, the anemones waved their arms softly under the water that blocked the toads' noise, while some of the toads turned their attention to the waves that began to lap at \nthe sides of the rocks, growing angry at the anemones' apparent disintrest in their chaos and flinging accusations against the waters' unruly behavior. As their lack of power\nto disrupt the tide became apparent, some frenzied toads threw themselves into the sea, causing more cacophany among the remaining toads.\n\nBLORP SEA BLORP BLORP\n\nEAT SEA SEA EAT US BLORP BLORP\n\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP\n\nThe waves continued hitting the rocks in rhythmic fashion, though unlike the regular dance of the moon. The waves rippled inward, as if caused by some\ndisturbance at sea. \n\nRita looked up in time to catch a glimpse of fluttering white canvas. Indeed, on the horizon, a vessel came into view. Flowing gracefully in turn with the water's beat,\nthe ship sailed. \n\n......................................................................................"}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "......................................................................................\n\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP \nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\nBLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLRP\n\nThe toads dropped off one by one into the sea as the ship sailed steadily closer. A faint wisp of paranoia swept over Rita, as if some small measure of the legends had engrained\nitself in some part of her memory. But curiousity washed over her in waves. An intuition, even, a feeling of connection - of being drawn to the ship as steadfastly as it drew \ntowards shore. Elfa curled at her side. \n\nThe ship wasn't far out now - figures began to move on the deck as the white sails bowed and snapped with the gusts that carried them forward. Merry sounds began to carry \nacross the water - sea shanties? \n\nSEA SHANTIES??? This must not be the ship from the legends. All clear. Her laugh rang out across the sea as she bellowed at herself for believing it. \n\nThe faces on board turned her direction. Gestures and scurrying activity commenced as the ship began to change course. Uh-oh.\n\nWhat if they're not friendly?\n\nElfa stared pointedly."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-10", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "What if they're not friendly?\n\nElfa stared pointedly.\n\nI didn't know they would hear me.\n\nAs they made their way towards an overhang of rocks, Rita continued to ply her position.\n\nI mean, they're singing sea shanties...\n\nPirates don't sing sea shanties...\n\nShe glanced out from behind they rock.\n\nOh wait they do.\n\nElfa rolled her eyes.\n\nWell they sounded like friendly shanties.\n\nElfa and Rita watched as the ship neared the sand, furling its sails as the bow hit the beach. \n\nOr funny...\n\nThe crew began to disembark.\n\nI mean, that one looks like an elf.  \n\nShe glanced back at Elfa, whose eyes narrowed with disapproval.\n\nWhat how bad can it be? \n\nA spark zinged off the rock in front of them. Rita and Elfa stared at each other.\n\nOk, fine.\n\nAs they scrambled to higher ground, sparks zinged left and right behind them, ricocheting off of rocks and bouncing towards the sky. As they passed a nearby seacave, they ducked\ninside. Half filled with water already from the rising tide, Rita peered around the corner, sending return zaps and orbs of green flame searing down towards the shore.\n\nHOLD!\n\nSilence.\n\nThe sparks had stopped flying, but the silence was worse. Rita gingerly made her way across the opening of the cave, feet submerged on the slippery rocks under the incoming \nwaves. Elfa floated by, her control over water being one of the perks she enjoyed over her nonmagic counterparts. Rita faked a glare.\n\nOh, that's great. Rub it in.\n\nElfa licked her paw gracefully. \n\nNimbly humbly dumble puff!\n\nRita and Elfa stared frozen at each other."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-11", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Rita and Elfa stared frozen at each other.\n\nRita stifled a laugh.\n\nWHat?\n\nNo other sound came. \n\nNot knowing whether their persuers were crazy, class-A nincompoops, or both - which might be the most dangerous combination - Rita and Elfa waited. Or, Rita thought, perhaps they're\nparticularly clever - getting her to give away their position by laughing would certainly take the cake.\n\nNimbly humbly dumble puff!\n\nNimbly humbly dumble puff? Where have I heard that before?\n\nShe looked at Elfa. \n\nIt sounds like the old rhymes from the spellman's book we found at Inaris.\n\nThe pages had been torn, many too faded by the trips of the sun across their ancient pages. But something about the rhyme sparked a memory.\n\nRita shot up a beacon of green flame.\n\nAhoy!\n\nFootsteps scratched in the distance, the seafarers turning towards the light. \n\nThe voice called out again, this time from just above the cave.\n\nAhoy there! I say, are you wizard-kin?\n\nRita froze. She was afraid, and excited. She had waited too long for others like her, long given up on the dream of shared reality. But she was not alone.\n\nElfa, stay here. \n\nElfa's eyes widened.\n\nNo. For right now, you don't exist. \n\nBefore Elfa could refuse, Rita lept up onto the pile across the water, the tide lapping at her heels as it frothed into the filling tidepools.\n\nI am."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-12", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "I am.\n\nHer eyes darted across the rocks - four, maybe five sailors. Various - types? - creatures? she had never seen before. One, indeed, appeared to be an elf, one a formless figure\nwith eyes that spoke of mysteries and a wrought wood staff, an - imp? - and even an old man with spectacles so thick it was impossible to know how he could see, or maybe via\nhis spectacles his vision was actually 10/10 that we should all in fact be jealous.\n\nThe speaker, a jovial looking fellow - the singer - wore a brown pointy hat and sported a jolly beard that would make Santa feel as if he must be only 14. His quick eyes settled\nin her direction.\n\nWhy did you not answer with the wizard cry?\n\nShe thought of a range of responses.\n\nWhat is the wizard cry?\n\nHe studied her intently.\n\nWhy don't you know it?\n\nShe paused. I could answer a question with a question again, she thought, but this could turn into an episode of night time game-show television. Just rip off the Band-Aid.\n\nI don't know any other wizards.\n\nBut you know magic.\n\n...Yes.\n\nHow?\n\nShe sighed. The long ages of loneliness, while not entirely unpleasant and at other times even utterly enjoyable, had still made her weary at whatever age she was now. And \nas much as she had waited for a sign that she wasn't a species of one, answers that even she didn't know wouldn't satisfy the wizard's curiousity.\n\nMy story is long, and I would rather simply know if you plan to end it here.\n\nThrough space that seemed to stretch into time, the brown wizard lowered his wand.\n\nI don't. Come with us if you wish.\n\nWhere?\n\nHe watched the thoughts flicker across her face.\n\nTo the land of magic."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-13", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Where?\n\nHe watched the thoughts flicker across her face.\n\nTo the land of magic.\n\nHe turned away.\n\nThat's where it goes?\n\nHe cast back over his shoulder, a chiming laugh briefly ringing out.\n\nDidn't they tell you about the ship?\n\n......................................................................................\n\nThe glamour of the day cast a pall over Rita's mood. Normally, she would delight in the flittings and trickery of the Rhaine, the glitz and glimmer of the fae's fashion and the\ngoblins' treasures. Yet today, her countenance soured. The wind's voice singing through the branches of the trees and even the soft chiming of the flowers as they bloomed grated on her mind. She \nturned towards the pub.\n\nThe heavy doors creaked as she pushed them open. The smell of wood, heavy and thick with the waft of ale as the dust settled softly through the small slivers of light \nfiltering through into the dimness of the tavern soothed her frayed nerves. She sighed heavily, relieved at least to be out of the sun where her dark mood could wallow without\ndisturbing the others' obvious joy.\n\nA kobold ale, plz.\n\nThe cheeky bartender studied her.\n\nYou're not in your usual mood.\n\nNo.\n\nShe fell silent. The bartender waited, polishing a glass.\n\nI received a message. \n\nThe kobold watched the expressions flit across her face.\n\nI don't know what I want to do.\n\nThe bartender smiled. As many people came to the pub to drink and be merry equally many came to escape and to think, seeking clarity that once in a yellow moon came in the most \nunlikely of places.\n\nWell, then one ale coming up."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-14", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "Well, then one ale coming up. \n\nAs Rita sipped, an old wizard - millenia, maybe - managed his way, huffing and puffing, into the chair two seats over. He downed his glowing green absinthe in a \ngulp and grinned at his neighbor.\n\nThat's the stuff! Keeps you young.\n\nHe took note of her face. She had managed to smile and laugh, but her charade had apparently not convinced the old wizard.\n\nYou're too young to be downcast. Would you like an absinthe?\n\nThis time her laugh was genuine. \n\nNo, thank you. Maybe a mandrake potion would do it. I'm afraid I'd need something even stronger than absinthe today.\n\nThe old wizard shuffled into the seat next to her. \n\nAn ale this time, please. Better for conversation.\n\nRita wasn't in the mood for conversation. But perhaps the chatter would do her good. Take her mind off the task that in attempting to solve had become a riddler-style\nmerry-go-round of indecision, at least.\n\nThe old wizard taste-tested his ale.\n\nNot a bad year, eh? \n\nThe kobold grinned.\n\nOne of our best!\n\nThe old wizard chuckled. \n\nIndeed...and I would know! Hehehe....\n\nRita sat quietly, ale in both hands in front of her, watching the old man's antics. She smiled slighty - was it the age of the wizard that he had realized it all \nnot mattered and he had released himself into the winsome hands of endless glee? Or did he possess enough wisdom to have made peace with all his life? Or were the two part of\neach other? Either way, she envied him.\n\nHe turned his beady twinkling eyes back to her.\n\nThe last time I saw a face like that was the war."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-15", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "The last time I saw a face like that was the war.\n\nShe sat up.\n\nWhat war?\n\nOh, you know, any war. There have been so many - but no good ever comes of it. What there is to remember, my dear, is that no war lasts forever - and there will always be\nanother side, another day. Even if its another time, another dimension - it was pass, as it will always come again. The difference lies only in the decisions you make. Those\nwill stay with you.\n\nShe stared. Did he know she was in the midst of a choice? \n\nShe took a long drag of her ale. What did it matter anyway, it only made the decision seem more insurmountable. So much for advice.\n\nYes. How many wars have you seen? You've managed to keep such a spirit. \n\nThe old wizard downed the rest of his ale with a gulp.\n\nToo many! People always mess things up. Have to meddle. BUT! It doesn't really matter anyway. The worst that you can do is mess it up yourself. There was a village on the edge\nof Yehrel that made that fatal mistake centuries ago. It hasn't been forgotten - a lesson that's actually taught now in the wizard school.\n\nHe tapped his head knowingly and winked. \n\nHistory!\n\nYehrel??\n\nThe old man paused.\n\nYes, it was destroyed.\n\nI know.\n\nSilence as she stared at his face.\n\nI know because it was mine.\n\nHe cast his eyes down.\n\nI'm sorry, young one. Though it happens, it is a shame.\n\nIt's not much of one. \n\nHis eyes darted up and she instantly felt regret. Her inside voice, or her anger - whichever it was, got out sometimes.\n\nI didn't have good memories there. For some, it is."}
{"id": "ea399ec0-b13b-491e-a815-a5053d6a6f64-16", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:30.959", "backgroundColor": "#0b0b0b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRPALvGfD8zhPSa2CLHrsA6k4vEPqs8HJLRcUxv9vAwDn", "txHash": "0x53f2e0662df1f78ad0dd762b811637ad3fd7cf0d4a884832b38d8a158a73660c", "createdAtBlock": 14406702, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7081, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Rita of the Grotto", "text": "I didn't have good memories there. For some, it is.\n\nShe sipped and studied her glass.\n\nThey weren't all bad. I'd be remiss though if I told you there wasn't much that the world isn't worse without.\n\nHe watched her.\n\nWhat happened?\n\nHis eyes flickered sideways to Rita's familiar.\n\nYour cat.\n\nRita waited. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She wasn't sure what they old man was playing at but was sure he would soon explain.\n\nI'm guessing your cat makes mirrors. Since you're the only one I've seen from Yehrel, and that's how the story goes.\n\nRita waited.\n\nThey discovered your cat's mirror spell, or rather stumbled upon it. But rather than use it to access intution, they ued it for deflection. They launched a mirror attack,\ncreating shards that obfuscated and confused their enemy. Perhaps a brilliant plan, except it worked too well. When your people thought they were attacking the enemy, they \nwere really attacking themselves. In the end, whoever their enemy was didn't even have to lift a finger. They destroyed themselves.\n\nRita sat. \n\nIts common knowledge here. Im sorry for your loss.\n\nRita sat. It was too predictable, too trite. Whatever potential there could have been was wiped out by the incessent yet ironic obsession with image. \n\nShe returned to her ale.\n\nThey destroyed themselves long ago. Their lies prevented the very thing that could have saved them. \n\nThe old wizard studied her as she finished her ale and gazed briefly into the empty glass on the table.\n\nIt is a shame."}
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{"id": "7647fa09-d774-4183-89f5-5ba088bb8310-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:54.707", "backgroundColor": "#280200", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZVsaNoRrfHgqeLxyoZyNNy6CAXqPdtsnNTuJuFJq1aZ3", "txHash": "0x53d7f5d4ea2a26d873a726902cf3a15dc8fde652b4dc7cd20fd9e3e7b0a77fc0", "createdAtBlock": 14437200, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYpo8KokvyoQPhqiLDmKqksiER9smywaoB2iYqFDZbCqy", "name": "Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood", "text": "# **The Lore of Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood**\n\n\n## The Early days\nLaconic, rugged and often stubborn - Wolfram has only a few friends apart from his chatty feline companion McGonagall.\n\nThose meeting Wolfram for the first time often mistake his silence, sparsely broken by gruntles of a doubtful \"hmm\" or a commending \"argh\", as aloofness or unkindness. However those who have spent enough time around Wolfram, often out of need for his guidance navigating the twisting Hedge Wizard Woods, often come to realize his friendly, candid character and indubitable good nature.\n\nWolfram was the unlikely lovechild of a stern Druid from the Hedge Wizard Woods and an alluring witch of the Thorn. After events too early for young Wolfram to recall, his memories begin in the Hedge Wizard Woods where he was brought up by his Druid father.\n\n\n\n\nWolfram's father often left young Wolfram to his own devices in the woods, questionable whether this was a part of a tough parenting regime or carelessness they unquestionably pushed young Wolfram to sharply develop his survival instincts at a young age. True to his heritage, Wolfram demonstrated clear talent for magic at a young age - he quickly and selectively learned, through emulating his father, spells that would help him survive the harshness of the woods.\n\nWolfram naturally grew more familiar with the wildlife in the Woods than he did with other people - which largely consisted of his few-worded father or the even fewer lost travelers they encountered. Naturally, Wolfram developed a preference towards conveying his intentions through actions than using the words he rarely had the need for."}
{"id": "7647fa09-d774-4183-89f5-5ba088bb8310-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:54.707", "backgroundColor": "#280200", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZVsaNoRrfHgqeLxyoZyNNy6CAXqPdtsnNTuJuFJq1aZ3", "txHash": "0x53d7f5d4ea2a26d873a726902cf3a15dc8fde652b4dc7cd20fd9e3e7b0a77fc0", "createdAtBlock": 14437200, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYpo8KokvyoQPhqiLDmKqksiER9smywaoB2iYqFDZbCqy", "name": "Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood", "text": "From his early adventures, Wolfram came to know and experience all of the species that inhabit the Hedge Wizard Woods to varying degrees. Until one day, on a day which his father ambiguously congratulates him for being born, he encounters a creature he has never encountered before: a little black cat, all too small and vulnerable for the harshness of the Woods. How this little domestic creature, so out of place ended up in the depth of the Woods is still unbeknownst to Wolfram - but it took little other than its characteristic loud purrs and affectionate head bumps to convince Wolfram to be disarmed by the little Kitten. Wolfram took the kitten in to protect it from the obvious dangers of the forest: perhaps it was out of deep sympathy, having been largely separated emotionally and physically by his parents himself, that Wolfram acted out of his solitary character to active care for the wellbeing of another living being.\n\n\n\nWolfram's father had a particular disliking of his newfound feline companion, perhaps it was the deep black coat on her that reminded him of Wolfram's mother, but his father's dissent took little effect on stubborn Wolfram's decision to keep the kitten around.\n\nDespite Wolfram's efforts to keep the kitten out of harm's way - the little black Kitten insisted on following young Wolfram around all of his adventures since the fateful day they met. Wolfram tried hard to find the young kitten and reunite it with its mother but he was altogether unsuccessful; he secretly wished that they would never find the kitten's mother, and that the little kitten would never leave his side. Thankfully, she never did.\n\nIn their adventures, Wolfram realized frequently that the kitten often led Wolfram to paths that were abnormally fortunate -- often in the form of discovering rare and delectable mushrooms and herbs."}
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{"id": "b94ac591-747c-4d50-b063-8d6d704ec33c-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-24T15:53:59.885", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBzhgexqgzQSYYpAM2PCSsRbTsC1XohpiEZSDKNHoJyt", "txHash": "0x82f0d43b186621b7aebd95436a6a9b2a79fd1fdf185b84c23a176f4e2287f1d7", "createdAtBlock": 15403783, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer  of the Moors", "text": "------------\n\n100 years had passed since Posiedon had been taken prisoner by Hades, though he had lost count. He had sat in a tiny cell, deep in the dungeons of Tartarus. Strangely enough, he had suffered no torture nor punishment save that of being alone, far from his family and the water he once called home.\n\nOver the years, Posiedon had begun to feel a similar calling as he did when he was near water. No matter how he tried, he'd lose the connection after only a moment. It was this very pursuit that would help him escape his prison and ultimately find his true calling.\n\nAs the months passed, he was able to build a stronger connection, and soon realized he was connecting to the River Styx. The longer he was there, the more attuned he became to the river of souls, but still, he could not coerce it to his will. It was as if the river itself was just letting him know it was there.\n\n----------\n\nThe day finally came when Hades would enact his long awaited punishment on his fool hardy brother, and he could wait no longer.\n\nIt took almost 3 days of traveling through the Underworld for Hades to get to the cell he designed for Posiedon. With each step, his anticipation grew, until he finally arrived at his destination.\n\n\"What a pity brother, you look disheveled. Maybe you could use some water?\" Hades cackled at his own petty joke. \"No time for that now, dear sibling. No no no, it's time to give you but a taste of the pain and anguish I've suffered down here since the dawn of time!!\" Hades said, his voice almost a whisper, quivering with excitement."}
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{"id": "45b50d35-51f9-40a9-8810-c16dc35e6ba1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:41.629", "backgroundColor": "#ffebc9", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaQZPVLjSF64Qpz6rHf3A21Mu5YDxGeLm4JzHfBweNoW", "txHash": "0x4fa28f777d6f89b75cf6e0c44b36110e1a5485e582551894b926dd373467fe00", "createdAtBlock": 15404714, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6776, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfEdKC1mPMa17NNzmL5iSdsqKfJZwgZX9WrrxB8yMsRJo", "name": "Sorcerer Qaid of the Sun", "text": "# **Passages of Master Qaid's journals**\n\n# A collection of passages from the journals of Master Qaid of the Sun, the Sorcerer.\n\n **Gathered and illustrated by Ozzz Observer of Light and Shadow, Qaid's disciple**\n\nNote: Some passages are quotes from Master Qaid himself, in *italic*, while others are brief descriptions I write based on the letters I receive from him.\n\n# Early records\n\n> *I am a pilgrim. Not because I wanted to, but that is how life is. I have journeyed for a long time and seen more than my eyes would have ever imagined when I left.* \n\n> *It was chaotic. I kept only wispy memories because it all happened suddenly. Family, friends... Images blurred by the smell of dirt and dust of that afternoon. Images for another story.*\n\n> *For long periods of wandering I thought I had lost it all. ButI remained alive. And it took me a while to acknowledge that.*\n\n> *\"Why?\"  I many times asked myself, or maybe waiting for some unknown deity within me to reply.*\n\n> *At first the pain was nearly unbearable and I blame me not for thinking of giving up. However, I was granted opportunities to withstand, to which now, over the years, I am in profound gratitude. I shall share these lines in future notes.*\n\n> *I gradually realized that those events were part of a story. My story, yes, but also the story of the world. An ancient world, filled with all sorts of stories within its own.*\n\n> *So although my piece of story meant so much to me that its absence drove me to think life wasn't worthy living, I then came to understand it was in fact so little.*"}
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{"id": "d4e8494f-3d8b-47fe-a618-e23f6c1d0d82-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:57.06", "backgroundColor": "#220f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZhGLbDVTA2r9a76MoMV3xyQqLXt59qf4c6JRoLDJ5MoU", "txHash": "0x924dcb54fcfdd38ae80bb2daf25ed9b06875a0f6f8341b842d2be447b8ebb0c3", "createdAtBlock": 14443901, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9592, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPXyu5no1NnToQD47esetg14GEuwSKYP9kZaSqdLC7GPn", "name": "Necro Frog Oiq of the Nightmare Dominion", "text": "# Necro Frog Oiq of the Nightmare Dominion\n\n@wizard9592 awoke under the warm sun to the sound of birds chirping. The soggy dew of the morning was beginning to evaporate and filled the air with a pleasant aroma. Suddenly, Oiq became aware that his head was aching and he felt a pit deep within his stomach. These sensations instantly brought to him the memory of what had occurred the night before \n\n\t\nThe face of the evil one burned in his mind The one who destroyed everyone and everything he knew and loved. Oiq had tried to stop him, but was cast aside -without a glance- by the powerful being. Before losing consciousness, Oiq could only hear the sharp clank of metal and the guttural sounds of his townsfolk as they were slain. \n\n\t\nAs he became more alert, the smell of the spring air was replaced with the smell of smoldering coals and ash. While sitting up and staring out at the rubble, Oiq pondered his life. He was raised amongst the Anuran, a peaceful people who like to rest and laze about. Oiq and his village enjoyed the finer things in life; such as dancing, eating, and staying hidden away from the worries of the troubled world. However, now Oiq knew that he must go against the values taught to him during his upbringing and embark on a journey to stop this force of evil. \n\n\t\nBorn a sorcerer, Oiq knew he must embark on a quest of unveiling to discover the source of his magic. It was clear that in his current state he would not be able to challenge the evil one. He set out to a nearby village that contained a peculiar guild of wizards known as the sandmen. Once there, he sought out an individual he had heard of named, Milton."}
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{"id": "7daf29a2-b6b6-4048-949b-12e146a3ca43-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:59.149", "backgroundColor": "#5b137d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPELgB6o2GKsF7uTX3CssUDp9Wt3VVhgrr7bXd6b5NzMv", "txHash": "0x0dff30150de06fa66ebfd36310adb898fd1b09c0c2123300e0cb5ce21f00255f", "createdAtBlock": 14444973, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4701, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Otto of the Wold", "text": "There once was a wizard named Otto. Otto wasn't a mighty wizard, or a smart wizard. But he had one thing that made him stand out from all the others...his massive wand.\n\nOtto's wand was the biggest in all the lands. It was so big that he had to drag it behind him for he did not possess the strength to wield it upright.\n\nOne day a wand inspector came to town. The wand inspector decided to hold a contest for all the wizards. The wizard with the biggest wand would be awarded a bag of tricks.\n\nAll the wizards formed a line and approached the inspector one by one.\n\n\"Pitiful\" Said the inspector.\n\n\"I've seen bigger\" He boasted.\n\nFinally the inspector got to the last wizard. \"This is without a doubt the saddest bunch of wands I have ever seen. I will be taking my bag of tricks and LEAVING.\"\n\n\"Waiiiiiiiiit.\" Someone shouted. \"What about Otto? He hasn't been inspected yet.\"\n\n\"Approach!\" Yelled the inspector. \"Let me have a look at that wand.\"\n\nOtto shuffled over to the inspector.\n\n\"Well? What are you waiting for? Whip it out!\" Said the inspector.\n\n\"If you insist.\" Otto's arms had been folded across his robe holding back the full might of his wand. But as he let go, the wand in all its entirety sprung forth.\n\n\"My word!\" The inspector said, tears welling in his eyes. \"I have never seen a wand quite as magnificent as that before.\"\n\nThe inspector declared Otto the wizard with the biggest wand and awarded him the bag of tricks."}
{"id": "c8f8d3f9-7d20-426b-b340-bc6ab76750fc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:36.748", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMQBVzGBxTzjYscbpk9WXAumRXWBa4cDVtUkQEWTD14o", "txHash": "0xb2a63b8d2ed10743d3aa4d0046672ab1d338d1f2e1fe16ef99d3b6d85d4b1ed7", "createdAtBlock": 14493935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6300, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of the Havens", "text": "# David \n\nSince he was a young apprentice, David has been looking to use his magical abilities to unite humans and non-humans alike. Magic, however, can be a tricky craft, corruptable due to its vast power. Shady episodes of his life led David onto paths, he would not want to revisit anymore. At least age has brought him calming wisdom and prevents him from experimenting with the dark side of the arcane. Always at his side is a white rodent called Andrew. Centuries of companionship allowed the two to have some emotional attachment. Therefore, Andrew can act as some sort of out-of-body sensor for David.\n\nIn recent years, David focused on brokering peace between rival villages and tribes. Not far from Goblin Town, he almost found his end doing so. While staying in a rural township, working on a peace agreement between two tribes fighting for the honour of the tribe leaders' sons, who both fell in love with the same woman, he suddenly noticed the presence of a powerful arcane object. \"This cannot be\", he told himself. He has not felt this energy for decades, maybe centuries. \n\nDuring the night, while the tribes were asleep, he ventured off into the desert that stretched from the township to the Quantum Shadow. \"Aye, I need to be careful, the Quantum Shadow is close\", he thought. The last time he visited this inexplicable vastness he went on to fight @wizard2297. He only nearly escaped the powers of this particularly evil wizard, since he was just an apprentice back then. But this is a story for another day. \"Today, the odds would be different\", he conjectured."}
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{"id": "255436be-7ce9-490d-a94d-fef901c952c5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:02.888", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSF41SL88xgJxsxnh8Uw2xv2j2eYfASg53yX77jrkJsGT", "txHash": "0x9f2c98432e89cf8a68b00de2ecf8b50ddd5116137f463b4efd9f94c5f5f29840", "createdAtBlock": 14447316, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8043, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus  of the Belfry", "text": "###  When the bells ring, the mages sing\n\n###  Of myths and runes and forgotten things\n\n###  The reverberations, dark and deep\n\n###  Echo through the halls of sleep\n\n###  As Mercury moves backwards through the sky\n\n###  Magic reaches the ear, not eye\n\n###  So trust the dream, trust everything\n\n###  When the bells ring and the mages sing"}
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{"id": "32c8b18c-97f8-469b-9866-5e2570bae394-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-27T00:15:56.05", "backgroundColor": "#7b1611", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVJHQxtMkBFChkUuvNX2CnBimMCLfyRmtCz9kGhDSMTCP", "txHash": "0x23be223574a491e63540029590ec6e020053265a983527de8ae07afa433ab43e", "createdAtBlock": 15418427, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 766, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "William Despoiler of the Ditch", "text": "# Killing is My Business...and Business is Good!\n\n>William is my name and killing is my game!\n\n## Despoiler of the Ditch\n\nThe Red Sand Cobra Gang never saw William coming. The Ditch, (the former) hideout of the Red Sand Cobra Gang, was thought to be the best hideout west of Obsidian City. The Red Sand Cobras were known for disrupting the supply lines of the crime lords of OC. Whenever the crime lords of OC contracted bounty hunters to find and kill the gang; they would receive an hourglass full of red sand and the severed head of the bounty hunter slowly exposed by the moving sand. Running out of options, the crime lords used their connections in Chronomancer's Riviera to find an ex-bouncer named William. Training in the BattleMage Mountains had made William, a threat not just to warriors but to wizards as well. It was not the enchanted Templar Helm gifted by @wizard1707, nor his immortal spectacled falcon companion but his combat skills that made William a threat. \n\n>Yellow hats? Did they get too drunk and piss on their hat?\n\nSkeptical at first, the crime lords figured anyone who was willing to fight battles that seemed impossible was worth a shot. Venturing west of Obsidian City, William's falcon revealed the spots where the supply lines (known and unknown) were hit. Using a map of the area, William was able to see the general area where the Ditch was based on where the hits took place. It was night when William reached his destination, nothing for miles but sand! Using his enchanted helm William was able to see heat outlines beneath the sand.\n\n>Your hole is mine!"}
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{"id": "b9daa2f0-23cd-47c3-9a3f-42f1adf5cf85-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-27T01:59:50.057", "backgroundColor": "#f99ff8", "index": 9, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUkdux31EKyRSBioKQSPD3sZTdhnTXU4fQZP2nEsXU7PN", "txHash": "0x6d3c2cb05e1a14d67ea85a172da866c6624354fdc0728e4c0c58bc7f735d63da", "createdAtBlock": 15418880, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUiuYFX5MoBWkrgCpFfefG9138eoaQXvXN4yZUyKgNtof", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "***Enigma meets Emma***   \n  \n\nToday would begin the same way most days for Enigma began. Waking up in her cozy little hut, with Fred snuggled close.\n\nNext, she'd roll out of bed, and put on her favorite outfit - a green bodysuit with a cute red hip pouch (she swore the green brought out the color in her eyes). Once dressed, she would have the same exact snack for breakfast (fried mushrooms) before bounding out of the house to find whatever task needed her attention.\n\nOn her way out, she would grab her staff, the Caduceus of Hermes Trismegistus, gifted to her by the messenger god personally. Because she was Lightborn, she had no real need for the staff, but it made a fabulous walking stick and often glowed at night (which is REALLY useful in the Runiverse).\n\nHer and Fred set off towards the Chronomancer's Riviera in search of sandworms (they make a great gift for goblins). Though she rarely made it to her intended destination, she was doubly set on making sure it happened today. \n\nSee, she had befriended the entirety of Goblin Town (everyone needs a good healer, alright??) and had taken quite a fancy to visiting often. She would bring them their favorite snack, sand worms, and listen to them excitedly talk about their strange little goblin lives.\n\nEnigma hadn't made it all too far before she stumbled upon a fresh camp site. Who would be camping this close to her hut?? She had done a great job hiding her home (a lot of bad guys like to kidnap healers apparently) and the thought of being tracked sent shivers down her swamp witch spine.\n\nIt was quite a strange camp! There was an odd red and white object sitting next to the fire pit, along with what she could only surmise was a big jug of water?"}
{"id": "b9daa2f0-23cd-47c3-9a3f-42f1adf5cf85-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-27T01:59:50.057", "backgroundColor": "#f99ff8", "index": 9, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUkdux31EKyRSBioKQSPD3sZTdhnTXU4fQZP2nEsXU7PN", "txHash": "0x6d3c2cb05e1a14d67ea85a172da866c6624354fdc0728e4c0c58bc7f735d63da", "createdAtBlock": 15418880, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUiuYFX5MoBWkrgCpFfefG9138eoaQXvXN4yZUyKgNtof", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "\"Um, hello?? Is anyone here? Are you hurt, do you need help?\" Enigma called out in front of her. With each word, Fred hopped around and squeaked, as if he was trying to mimic her.\n\n\"Um yes, hi sorry, just a second!!\" A strangely familiar voice called back from the brush. A few awkward minutes of silence was immediately followed by about 15 minutes of rustling from the brush. \n\nEventually, a young swamp witch stumbled out, adjusting her green battle dress, the likes of which Enigma had never seen. Upon further inspection, this swamp witch didn't have green skin...it was...pink? And why the heck did she look like her?? Was this her sister?? Did she even have a sister? Did it even matter??\n\n\"I've never seen a pink swamp witch before!! You're beautiful!!\" Enigma's jaw gaped open as her mind raced with the implications.\n\n\"Um hi!!\" The lady giggled, taking a moment to observe Enigma before speaking again.\n\n\"I'm not a swamp witch!! I'm a Swamp Dawg! My name's Emma and I'm from Cumbahland!\" Her voice was kind and calming, and dripped heavy with an unfamiliar accent.\n\nSwamp...dog?? What the heck? Cumbuhlen? What language was this lady speaking?! Enigma couldn't help but think that it was like looking in a funhouse mirror, only instead of looking fat or wobbly, it made her look...like a gosh dang hot dog in seaweed!\n\n\"Oh no!! Did I say something to upset you? I'm wicked sorry! Ya know, I gotta big mouth and I just keep tawlkin' and it never stops...\" Emma droned on, though it wasn't painful to listen to her, what with that delightful accent."}
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{"id": "c8c9efa7-fc4e-4dab-b659-310132460023-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:16.9", "backgroundColor": "#00553e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWUKWiaAqZSCWZE6f6YRkVXimC7XtdDrv3Fk36oJiXcCj", "txHash": "0xd11212feebd01b7ec856db2e2699d0adb0c0b3afc6d38273209470991b304a4a", "createdAtBlock": 14474307, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 740, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Solar Mage Liliana of the Pit", "text": "There are many iterations of Hell. Some say it is a fire burning forever. Others will point to excruciating torture by devils with pointy horns. One of these iterations is where Solar Mage Liliana claims to have ascended from. She calls it the Pit. A place of despair and pain, with no light ever reaching the depths of. If and how this is possible remains a theological question but what is certain is that Liliana embodies the most vile and corrupt aspects of the tellings of hell.\n\nEver since she appeared in the theater of the world, she pulled the strings of Kings and Lords. Having pushed many over the edge of insanity, helping them to execute atrocious and acts of violence. She appears in different personas but her most used appearance is that of the Solar Mage, claiming she is a herald of the Sun God. The blinding light she emits doesnt come from the Sun, but rather from a mysterious arcane Rune that only she has mastered: The Rune of Cinnabar.\n\nThis Rune was once held by a dark mage, but when he was overthrown it was transported with him to the pit. For the longest time the tale of the Rune of Cinnabar was told but at last, the world forgot about it. Centuries passed and eras turned but suddenly the rune returned by the hand of a new wielder. With the Rune she was able to gain mastery over the Fire spell, something she has used to set whole towns on fire."}
{"id": "c8c9efa7-fc4e-4dab-b659-310132460023-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:16.9", "backgroundColor": "#00553e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWUKWiaAqZSCWZE6f6YRkVXimC7XtdDrv3Fk36oJiXcCj", "txHash": "0xd11212feebd01b7ec856db2e2699d0adb0c0b3afc6d38273209470991b304a4a", "createdAtBlock": 14474307, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 740, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Solar Mage Liliana of the Pit", "text": "Looking away from the bright light Liliana of the Pit emits with the Rune and youll see a different face. A face of evil. There are several aspects that immediately should warn everyone of imminent danger and an unspoken evil. Upon return to the surface, she hasnt chosen to look beautiful and innocent. Her head has been twisted and formed to resemble one of the vilest of creatures. Big fangs on the corners of her mouth and a greenish skin, she looks like what is called a vampire. It is unclear if she possesses any of the traits attributed to these monsters. Stories certainly exist. It is said that she drinks the blood of her vanquished foes and that she can turn into a bat at will. On the other hand however she can walk through the light of the sun without getting hurt.\n\nHer body is a whole different story. Ethereal, translucent at times and always flowing in the wind when there is none, her clothes and skin are the subject of many scholarly discussions. The most likely link they could find with something belonging to this world is that her body has the same attributes of a White Wraith. White Wraiths are formed by the death of a woman who has been violently touched and killed. Normally they are bound to the body, only operating in the close vicinity of the place they are buried or dumped. In some cases, the wraith had linked its conscience with a close personal belonging of the deceased, allowing it to be traveled over a great distance with the item itself.\n\nBecause of this, it is clear that Liliana isnt a full white wraith. She may have a physique resembling it and the myth probably will have some truth to it. However, the fact that her intelligence and conscience far exceeds that of a mere mortal, shows that she is above definitions of monsters. She is unique in her calling and power, and depending on who you ask, shes the devil or a goddess."}
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{"id": "520070bf-ebb2-4c68-854e-1b791010ea70-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:35.398", "backgroundColor": "#103836", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQogR4SWDiWAGfj5EttCjxsgKxtYb1xhTtKuASBCwgPFc", "txHash": "0x2a431caca078834fe3b2cd0a34baf5697e54b44184a25d763e0a329cf6bf1940", "createdAtBlock": 14492126, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6980, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Aleister of Atlantis", "text": "# Artificer Aleister of Atlantis\n\n*You blow the dust of the old, leatherbound journal, and the key you found in his tower fits into the lock with a click. The tome opens to the last entry...*\n\n##  XIII/IXVI - Thirteenth of Sun's Dawn.\nCogwheel in the Astronomical Difference Engine time-warped again. Must be the damned agitators playing up like last time. I'll be feeding the worms before I see Atlantis again at this rate.\n\nWill have to make the long journey to the Hollow to gather more motes for transmutation. I wish Yolgnu were still here... could use some company on the roads. Though were our paths to cross once more I would fear for my life.\n\nThe storm is picking up again, I feel a strange sensation on my skin as the rain hammers against the windows of the Guild tower. \nArchmage Magnussen appears to be trying to conjure another Thunderhawk on the grounds outside. Would explain all this racket. Can't concentrate... Must get some rest.\n\n## XIV/IXCVI - Fourteenth of Sun's Dawn\nPacked everything into the Bottomless Pouch. Three days provisions, the self-pitching gazebo, and the clockwork compass. Expect to restock in the Hollow. The townsfolk there are usually helpful. I hear there is a young boy there who has shown remarkable promise...\nI only hope they don't venture too far into the woods. They know not what lurks deep in those dark pine glades, and I pray they never find out. \n\nRestless sleep last night - probably owing to the storm and thoughts of home. It would be evening in Atlantis now - if it weren't under a thousand fathoms of saltwater."}
{"id": "520070bf-ebb2-4c68-854e-1b791010ea70-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:35.398", "backgroundColor": "#103836", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQogR4SWDiWAGfj5EttCjxsgKxtYb1xhTtKuASBCwgPFc", "txHash": "0x2a431caca078834fe3b2cd0a34baf5697e54b44184a25d763e0a329cf6bf1940", "createdAtBlock": 14492126, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6980, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Aleister of Atlantis", "text": "Perhaps if the Difference Engine had a second infusion... I'll try to conjure it on the morrow before we depart.\nHad the stablehands ready my pony. He's getting old now, the poor thing - almost as old as I am! If the gods are good we should receive good weather and clear skies along the way.\n\n## XVII - Seventeeth of Sun's Dawn\nArrived at the Hollow. Scene of destruction. Something horrible has happened. Villagers all lay dead bar one small boy - the one I have heard gossip about. \n\nHe says his name is @wizard9456. As I have heard, he does indeed show promise, judging from the remains of his home I can see his talent clearly. Some of these inventions are worthy even of a fourth year at the Guild.\n\nFootprints at the site confirmed my worst fears. The Sasquatch has been here. The poor fools must have aroused it somehow and drawn it out of the woods.\n\nThe boy is grief-stricken. His parents have been killed by the beast. Oh, Yolgnu... what have I done? I never meant for the potion to have this effect. He must have grown even more powerful in the months since. Some of these poor folk have been torn limb from limb.\n\nI shall take the young one with me back to the Guild. He must be trained in our arts. Perhaps together, in time and with the right training, we can cure him - or put a stop to him if all else fails.\n\nThe damned Difference Engine can wait. Atlantis can wait. It's time to right this wrong.\n\nSurely there must be a way to reverse the effects of the potion... perhaps a part of Yolgnu still exists inside the Sasquatch? I can only hope."}
{"id": "5567ea29-950f-460b-a735-a5686217366d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:36.072", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ2HBQdoro2hh7AcPZQBdkjGrKG1ycYRLdzZzhj6pKXpd", "txHash": "0xebcfdddbdb71762d67b2873eabf52855ace705b1c477ab52c83071b396a993d6", "createdAtBlock": 14493643, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6300, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of the Havens", "text": "# David \n\nSince he was a young apprentice, David has been looking to use his magical abilities to unite humans and non-humans alike. Magic, however, can be a tricky craft, corruptable due to its vast power. Shady episodes of his life led David onto paths, he would not want to revisit anymore. At least age has brought him calming wisdom and prevents him from experimenting with the dark side of the arcane. Always at his side is a white rodent called Andrew. Centuries of companionship allowed the two to have some emotional attachment. Therefore, Andrew can act as some sort of out-of-body sensor for David.\n\nIn recent years, David focused on brokering peace between rival villages and tribes. Not far from Goblin Town, he almost found his end doing so. While staying in a rural township, working on a peace agreement between two tribes fighting for the honour of the tribe leaders' sons, who both fell in love with the same woman, he suddenly noticed the presence of a powerful arcane object. \"This cannot be\", he told himself. He has not felt this energy for decades, maybe centuries. \n\nDuring the night, while the tribes were asleep, he ventured off into the desert that stretched from the township to the Quantum Shadow. \"Aye, I need to be careful, the Quantum Shadow is close\", he thought. The last time he visited this inexplicable vastness he went on to fight @wizard2297. He only nearly escaped the powers of this particularly evil wizard, since he was just an apprentice back then. But this is a story for another day. \"Today, the odds would be different\", he conjectured."}
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{"id": "bfeef9b3-c527-4d98-8097-eb20bedb59c9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:23.774", "backgroundColor": "#1a3e58", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUkin7PvLPF8ufd2HKiueTUwbG3w2tMn8xMGNjj2kp9C8", "txHash": "0x7930f1afdc1e9101d24b0fbab3e50ef0cba684aaecae849e6eded711fc49412b", "createdAtBlock": 14469626, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2741, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeZqHTqEBbTmsH8b8kvwbfhAaTh8PY3qfXeF35DdMdxPB", "name": "Sage Shukri of the Ether", "text": "# Flashback"}
{"id": "5e9ef13b-790a-45c3-8527-2f813a004640-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:24.433", "backgroundColor": "#ff7a00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeEXAu2bBW5cNKZcJSaDR1q4XfuZLLtDX6B2rRzJSRu66", "txHash": "0x6fad1fc7c53c3967a46cea083bab1739bb09a2bd375f9597b89b44f4ffb1a455", "createdAtBlock": 14472180, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1755, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jahid of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of  Sorcerer Jahid of the Valley\n\n### Also known as: The Light Bringer\n### Distant cousin: @wizard5270\n\n## Early life\nBorn from a noble family in the Valley of the Void Disciple, it did not take long to notice that Jahid was different from the other kids. While all the other wizard apprentices were running around, bounding with their familiar and developing their magic, Jahid was sitting in the dark, reading books about medicine, biology and herbs. \n\n## Adult hood\nFollowing his childhood passion, Jahid combined his knowledge of medicine and magic to become a surgeon. From the Sacred pillars to the Zaros Oasis, he travels the Runiverse to heal the wounded and bring light to people in needs.\nAlthough he has no runes, rumors are saying that he is sourcing the energy from the flame he is carrying to power his magic. \n\nSurgery has been a long-time passion, but the fact of having no familiar really haunts him and he is now dedicated to solve that. Jahid recently stopped by the Dream Master Lake to source wisdom from his own kind in a final hope to find a dear familiar companion."}
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{"id": "ac4ef087-9e5e-470e-bf35-f07b377c3715-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:27.352", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b12", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMaTPQgZW7urm1ABf3o5RoCL1C4dB4h9bcwtB5jVi1J5", "txHash": "0x850e83828c2859b299a01b9b3bd3fe5d650987afb20569bed286f4f537f72578", "createdAtBlock": 14474883, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1367, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Umber of the Lake", "text": "# The Sacrifice of Umber \n\nIt was a gloomy day at the lake. Umber had awoken from his slumber to the crackling of lightning off to the west. A storm must be rolling in he thought. As he went about his chores, a thudding grew louder and louder. At first, it seemed as though it was just thunder, the storm growing near. But the sound amplified at an alarming rate. \n\nA neighing could be heard through the trees. A red cape, blowing in the wind. Drawing closer was Alessar, Archmagus of the Tower. Behind him his council of elder wizards. Ofaris, Lumos, Casper, and Solomon. The latter whom at a time resided at the lake, just across from Umber. \n\nThe mounted wizards circled Umber as the rain came pouring down. Alessar jumping from Marengo walked towards the trembling hunter. He placed his hand on Umber's shoulder, attempting to calm him. \n\n\"It is time.\"\n\nUmber had heard tales of this moment. But never believed it would happen to him. Tales of the hunter sacrifices by the wizards. An attempt to please the Dark Magic, so that it does not take hold of the Runiverse. Knowing there was no choice but to oblige, Umber nodded his head, climbed behind Solomon, and shut his eyes. \n\nThe band of wizards and their hunter sacrifice were off. Due west through the downpour. As a chill consumed the air, Umber opened his eyes. Looking up he saw what he'd only heard tales of, The Secret Tower. Ushered ahead, he took one last deep breadth and stepped inside."}
{"id": "fc2dab8c-d118-41b2-ac9a-f80fdae9ff08-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:27.987", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcc8iRP2qDBRb9mahNqC4MoLSQdVCpxba69H15gkGEUbj", "txHash": "0x9f49e59e2d2633aa0ec501a22cdfe7089e50f7e4b49ac258becc2785b9fed417", "createdAtBlock": 14475136, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jahid of the Realm", "text": "# Magus Jahid of the Realm\n\n## Prologue\n\n> The Arcane Arts are as varied as they are esoteric. \n>\n> To describe them exhaustively would require all the vellum in the world, and more, and yet surely we can say this; They generally fall under three categories; Firstly those who stay on the straight and narrow, taught and pampered in the finest schools, and stick to the ancient ways of the Cosmos. And second their antithesis, those of a more rogue-like persuasion, who find their own path thoguth intuition and will alone. Far away in the lands to the East there is rumored to be another entirely different sort of practitioner of the arcane.\n> \n> And what, if anything, can one say about the Dark Arts? Obscured as they are in the the shroud of twilight, concealed from prying eyes mundane or malign, we can only conclude that they are indeed up to no good.\n>  \n\nClimbing to the summit of yet another rise in the rolling hills, Jahid halted and scanned the horizon. Mundane eyes would see very little in the darkness, the moon obscured as it was by a low cloud cover, but the landscape was clear as day to his acute senses. Reaching into his purple robes, he withdrew his most sacred possession and raised it above his head and let go. A humming filled his mind as the horseshoe floated in front of him, slowly spinning about its axis."}
{"id": "fc2dab8c-d118-41b2-ac9a-f80fdae9ff08-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:27.987", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcc8iRP2qDBRb9mahNqC4MoLSQdVCpxba69H15gkGEUbj", "txHash": "0x9f49e59e2d2633aa0ec501a22cdfe7089e50f7e4b49ac258becc2785b9fed417", "createdAtBlock": 14475136, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jahid of the Realm", "text": "Coming this way may have been a mistake, and the journey had been protracted and arduous. His kind was in no way welcome in these regions, this far west his relative liberal views on the application of magic were frowned upon at best, forcing him to resort to subterfuge and the arcane arts to conceal his nature and intent. This he had remained hidden during the days and compelled to slink along under the cover of night. He didn't so much mind the last part, having always preferred the comforting caress of darkness over the harshness of light, but it smarted and stung his pride nonetheless.\n\nThe humming grew in intensity as the magial item spun ever faster, followed by a sharp _ping!_ not to different to the sound of a small and clear bell - as the Horseshoe came to an abrupt halt, perfectly level with the horizon pointing eastward. So, his quarry was still ahead of him, but close now. Very close.\n\nHis talisman, his magical focus, was not unique in its form - but it was special in its origin; this particualr iron shoe came from a very particular horse. A lifetime ago Garfield had been gifted to him by his father, and for years they had been inseparable. Indeed it was when he shod his exemplary pony for the very first time, on his own with no help form the grownups, that he had truly manifested his magical abilities. But too soon after came the raiders, the fires, the deaths. \n\nShaking off the haunting memories, dismissing the scent of charred wood and burning flesh, Jahid turned east, faintly glowing eyes hard as stone under his hood."}
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{"id": "bf1a9890-9469-4b06-86ce-76a47641e0b0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:26.674", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcc8iRP2qDBRb9mahNqC4MoLSQdVCpxba69H15gkGEUbj", "txHash": "0xe253f6b181a309acf5c3f907f783258fe2a63c08b85c54ec8668ac03f30794dc", "createdAtBlock": 14474880, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jahid of the Realm", "text": "# Magus Jahid of the Realm\n\n## Prologue\n\n> The Arcane Arts are as varied as they are esoteric. \n>\n> To describe them exhaustively would require all the vellum in the world, and more, and yet surely we can say this; They generally fall under three categories; Firstly those who stay on the straight and narrow, taught and pampered in the finest schools, and stick to the ancient ways of the Cosmos. And second their antithesis, those of a more rogue-like persuasion, who find their own path thoguth intuition and will alone. Far away in the lands to the East there is rumored to be another entirely different sort of practitioner of the arcane.\n> \n> And what, if anything, can one say about the Dark Arts? Obscured as they are in the the shroud of twilight, concealed from prying eyes mundane or malign, we can only conclude that they are indeed up to no good.\n>  \n\nClimbing to the summit of yet another rise in the rolling hills, Jahid halted and scanned the horizon. Mundane eyes would see very little in the darkness, the moon obscured as it was by a low cloud cover, but the landscape was clear as day to his acute senses. Reaching into his purple robes, he withdrew his most sacred possession and raised it above his head and let go. A humming filled his mind as the horseshoe floated in front of him, slowly spinning about its axis."}
{"id": "bf1a9890-9469-4b06-86ce-76a47641e0b0-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:26.674", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcc8iRP2qDBRb9mahNqC4MoLSQdVCpxba69H15gkGEUbj", "txHash": "0xe253f6b181a309acf5c3f907f783258fe2a63c08b85c54ec8668ac03f30794dc", "createdAtBlock": 14474880, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jahid of the Realm", "text": "Coming this way may have been a mistake, and the journey had been protracted and arduous. His kind was in no way welcome in these regions, this far west his relative liberal views on the application of magic were frowned upon at best, forcing him to resort to subterfuge and the arcane arts to conceal his nature and intent. This he had remained hidden during the days and compelled to slink along under the cover of night. He didn't so much mind the last part, having always preferred the comforting caress of darkness over the harshness of light, but it smarted and stung his pride nonetheless.\n\nThe humming grew in intensity as the magial item spun ever faster, followed by a sharp _ping!_ not to different to the sound of a small and clear bell - as the Horseshoe came to an abrupt halt, perfectly level with the horizon pointing eastward. So, his quarry was still ahead of him, but close now. Very close.\n\nHis talisman, his magical focus, was not unique in its form - but it was special in its origin; this particualr iron shoe came from a very particular horse. A lifetime ago Garfield had been gifted to him by his father, and for years they had been inseparable. Indeed it was when he shod his exemplary pony for the very first time, on his own with no help form the grownups, that he had truly manifested his magical abilities. But too soon after came the raiders, the fires, the deaths. \n\nShaking off the haunting memories, dismissing the scent of charred wood and burning flesh, Jahid turned east, faintly glowing eyes hard as stone under his hood."}
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{"id": "8201a72b-0ab5-437a-9bf3-b5711183754e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:22.574", "backgroundColor": "#88b375", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNobv6kXmeyDVBej4WyfPGNPQDsxkATmReFqT3YBqFrWK", "txHash": "0x5df40e8f6d9f70fb55c07318542408c518993274f03e38f6c9f994f49ca463a0", "createdAtBlock": 14546718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSS9ZySXcxZhFKKohFhvqHrur5YNuoqVhw55qaC6Gvkjk", "name": "Arcanist Cassius of the Wood", "text": "# The Origin of Human Magic?\n\nShe bent down and picked up an old tattered journal and read:\n\n I dont normally write down my thoughts but I feel the need to reflect. All of my life as an Olympian I have felt very inadequate. My fellow peers seem to all possess magnificent powers! Like the power to control the ocean, or the power to conjure the dead, or the power to shoot lightning bolts out of their fingertips and destroy whatever or whomever they want. \n\nMe? Well I am bit ashamed to say. But what the heck, no one will read this anyway.. My power is the fairy glamour: dazzle spell.. I dont want to go too far into it but lets just say it is not nearly as cool as Mage Blaises Hobgoblins Flame: Wayward Spell. I would even take Mage Nolans Dryads Ear: Plant spell at this point. Anyways, imagine the snickering from my fellow Olympians when it was discovered that my spell resulted in a shimmering dust of fairy bedazzlement. I was not impressed and neither was anyone else. What is worse, is that sometimes- if the wind was blowing the wrong way- I would accidentally inhale some of my spell and be rendered unconscious. I always woke up with some interesting art on my face after these incidents \n\nThis is not to say that I dont respect the fairies. They are a people of great importance! They are an essential part of our world and I love them dearly. It is just that in the midst of large powerful Olympians, a puff of sparkle powder isnt going to turn any heads (at least not for the right reasons)."}
{"id": "8201a72b-0ab5-437a-9bf3-b5711183754e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:22.574", "backgroundColor": "#88b375", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNobv6kXmeyDVBej4WyfPGNPQDsxkATmReFqT3YBqFrWK", "txHash": "0x5df40e8f6d9f70fb55c07318542408c518993274f03e38f6c9f994f49ca463a0", "createdAtBlock": 14546718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSS9ZySXcxZhFKKohFhvqHrur5YNuoqVhw55qaC6Gvkjk", "name": "Arcanist Cassius of the Wood", "text": "Ok, so that is enough rambling about my past. What I want to talk about and reflect on is what has happened since I left Olympia. I have never felt so liberated! I was so unhappy there, and although I do miss my loved ones and the few friends I have, I know I can always return if Id like. Anyways, I decided to leave and attempt to blend in with some non-magical beings. Boy, was it fantastic. I had never felt so supernatural in my entire life! The humans gawked at my brawn and shuddered at my might. They begged me to tell stories that would have seemed mundane to an Olympian. \n      I would tell them of the times that I would cast my fairy spell to lull others to sleep and play pranks. And yes, I also told them of a few times that this spell backfired and led to me dozing off amidst a group of rebellious Olympians. \n\nLet me tell you, the humans really have a fancy for mind altering substances. I found that a small amount of my fairy spell mixed with mead was quite the rage at the local tavern! I got a job at OConnors pub and would get very nice tips if I topped off a pint with a little extra fairy dust. \n\nThis fun party trick led me to the company of many maidens. I had never enjoyed the company of so many women in my life. Back in Olympia, I never got a second glance. Here, boy was I popular. After a time I would move to a neighboring town. I never stayed in one place for too long. Life finally felt like the great adventure I had always hoped for. I found a home with the human people, met many maidens, and made many dear friends whilst bellowing drinking songs."}
{"id": "8201a72b-0ab5-437a-9bf3-b5711183754e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:22.574", "backgroundColor": "#88b375", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNobv6kXmeyDVBej4WyfPGNPQDsxkATmReFqT3YBqFrWK", "txHash": "0x5df40e8f6d9f70fb55c07318542408c518993274f03e38f6c9f994f49ca463a0", "createdAtBlock": 14546718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSS9ZySXcxZhFKKohFhvqHrur5YNuoqVhw55qaC6Gvkjk", "name": "Arcanist Cassius of the Wood", "text": "So, THE NEWS. All of that mingling created something of magnificence! I can hardly write it.. I will just spout it out! I AM A FATHER! I met my child today while enjoying a meal at a local pub. An old lover from my past spotted me across the bar and ran over to greet me with a child in tow. The baby looked about 6 months old and looked just like its old man! I could instantly sense a strong magical essence radiating about this beautiful child. It was really a special feeling, to gaze upon something that so closely resembled me. \n\nMlady was not too pleased that she had been raising this baby alone so I offered to help as best I could with finances and what not. I had been saving up to open my own pub but I figure this is more important at the moment and I am happy to oblige. I arranged to send payments to her address every few weeks or so to make sure they are getting by alright.\n\nOnly the gods know how many more offspring I have scattered about I really need to get my own pub opened to finance any more surprises! \n\nAnyway, I have to get back to my shift. A regular has just stumbled in Until next time! \"\n\n-Milton"}
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{"id": "6057f9e0-9592-4165-858b-3e4070e1d5ea-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-28T18:12:41.289", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma55yNCcbhJMG5eUcgAnGF1s4WD4fwcFzdRJS2fGMzuSb", "txHash": "0x67d817b15645a8665bddaeff4932d9e456c06b577c3dec2ba1c45a0247628cb0", "createdAtBlock": 15429322, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7528, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSh4hzSpktUWnMMWUA74q5nwxcmLdrXejYANbEmjtEmDP", "name": "Wyatt Antihero of the Road", "text": "# New Lore Entry for Wyatt Antihero of the Road  \n\n\n> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*"}
{"id": "d15e9658-4bbe-4214-b9ce-769e9553b51b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:33.013", "backgroundColor": "#084347", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY4XrHW3Zp4M5XGxZEtyFAk7RC9RPTH6Jp3MxH74rAfPk", "txHash": "0x7826399a716d2e4dde2357487e8118c321dad6f7828d91e3fc60821a5e4ec278", "createdAtBlock": 14485322, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2981, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Oberon of the Thorn", "text": "# Magic!\n\nOberon's story began when he was born to a small, yet somewhat complicated family on the outskirts of the Thorn. His father, Oberus, was a wizard and a scholar, and his mother, Clementine, was a homemaker who dabbled in magic (although magic is a strong word here). Oberon also has a sister, @wizard6729, however little is presently known about her other than that she is fond of ladybugs. \n\nAs a smol wizard, he thrived in school and was a bit of a know-it-all. Still, his classmates rather enjoyed his company, and he was always \"available\" to listen to their problems, whatever they might have been. His best friend, @wizard5026, often recalled how Oberon would go out of his way to hear out a fellow wizard. One could say that he had mastered the art of \"nodding sagely\".\n \nAcademically, Oberon showed promise in Builder Magic: the art of assembling contraptions of various sorts from different materials. Through trial and error (and perhaps some luck), he once crafted a set of blacksmithing tools that would lead him further down the rabbithole of wizardly engineering. \n\nOberon went on to found Wizardly Gadgets Corp, which he is currently the President and CEO of. He presides over various engineering projects in the Runiverse, notably the manufacturing of high quality Golden Keys (to which nobody knows the use for). \n\nHe is a bachelor[citation needed] and has a pet monkey named Rufus."}
{"id": "d17e9047-4640-4838-bdec-646e7d2adff8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:33.862", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmca62LgaXXAyVyxU43mycKhdHFBBj79GQwKFoeAoUhnKi", "txHash": "0xbaa6457ccc54e461f016633eb6b19c5390be11fbe409bc875ba05f3508c07b65", "createdAtBlock": 14489006, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1952, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuJs9TXgubN43B1XEJWRxRMRru3jzq8uifhYGgx4q1MQ", "name": "Magus Goomer of the Wood", "text": "# Magus Goomer of the Wood\n\n\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DvT7nbJF88"}
{"id": "1e7eb4d2-d277-4eb2-9eba-e1d561fcc375-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:34.628", "backgroundColor": "#3f042b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRohuR46cDrEEocKabwF53mwfRPXQs4rHtAkhedcZmfYQ", "txHash": "0x65aed7f66a02a3275752cbfc048647f84639a73d94f9972bf142e0a70199832a", "createdAtBlock": 14492059, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9456, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Jiggs of the Hollow", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n# Jiggs, the Artificer of the Hollow.\n\nA master of invention, Jiggs was born to a blacksmith and his wife in a sleepy woodland village known as the Hollow. Surrounded by tall pines on all sides, the villagers of the Hollow lived a simple, peaceful life in their small wooden cottages, and were known for their humorously elongated noses.\n\nGrowing up, Jiggs showed a great interest in the tools in his father's shop, and would amaze the Hollow villagers with his improvements and innovations on everyday things. \n\nFrom a simple set of calipers and tongs to a working clockwork music box, Jiggs' boy genius knew no bounds, and he took great joy in making his fellow citizens lives a little bit easier and happier.\n\nBut this all changed with the arrival of the terrible and evil beast known as the Sasquatch.\n\nTowering above a normal man, covered in thick dark fur and imbued with mighty strength, the Sasquatch was feared as a mythical creature of legend known only to the people of the Hollow as a monster from children's bedtime stories.\n\nAs the villagers were about to discover, this beast was all too real.\n\nOne fateful day, when Jiggs was out in the woods working on a new type of handsaw, the fel creature emerged from the woods surrounding the Hollow.\n\nSlaying the townsfolk one by one, the Sasquatch at last came to Jiggs' family shop. Helpless against the foul beast, Jiggs' father was torn limb from limb, his wife murdered, and his shop raised to the ground.\n\nUpon Jiggs' return, he found his home in ruins and his family and friends dead. The only indication of what had transpired were the unmistakeable footprints of the evil Sasquatch leading back into the dark forest."}
{"id": "1e7eb4d2-d277-4eb2-9eba-e1d561fcc375-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:34.628", "backgroundColor": "#3f042b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRohuR46cDrEEocKabwF53mwfRPXQs4rHtAkhedcZmfYQ", "txHash": "0x65aed7f66a02a3275752cbfc048647f84639a73d94f9972bf142e0a70199832a", "createdAtBlock": 14492059, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9456, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Jiggs of the Hollow", "text": "That dark day, Jiggs' swore vengeance against the beast. He would do whatever it took to avenge the murder of his family, and would chase it to the ends of the Urth.\n\nIt was at this moment that a traveling magi of the Artificer's Guild, having heard the cries and sounds of violence rising above the woodlands around the Hollow, a place he had often visited in the past, deviated from his course to arrive at what remained of the small village.\n\nThere he found the young Jiggs, his face a contortion of rage and grief. Before he could ask the boy what had happened, the Artificer noticed the footprints of the Sasquatch, and dripped his head in shame. For it was he who had created the terrible beast - an alchemical monstrosity spawned from an experiment gone wrong one year prior.\n\nThe beast had once been Yolgnu, his faithful attendant. The magi had been attempting to create an elixir of strength, and had put one too many drops of wyrmsblood into it. When Yolgnu had imbibed the potion, it had transformed him into the horrible creature, and he had escaped from the Guild, never to be heard from again until today.\n\nThe magi knew what he had to do. Consoling the boy, he took him with him to the Artificer's Guild. It would be here that the boy would learn the arts of Magic, and become his new assistant. Together, they would hunt down the beast, and avenge the fate of Jiggs' parents."}
{"id": "4b6711be-1c45-49c7-9ed5-20ccc4a5c900-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:37.466", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma4PxTBZH9iqkYRTfeuDx6sxgJR3NX8Q3ZkvyxQBR7ESF", "txHash": "0xbb2afdf4b15994c7dde07d5eb4aebff88359aa68b0e4891d5961c4b3d21edc7c", "createdAtBlock": 14494814, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2078, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Homer of the Quantum Shadow", "text": "# The Competition \n\n\nWith the great competition upcoming in just 9 days, Wizards from all over begin preparing.  What discipline of magic should Homer utilize?\n\n> Raw power? Too Obvious\n\n> Counterspell? Good, but boring\n\n>Familiar based?  That's an option\n\n>Ahh, I know...necromancy\n\nAs Homer begins coordinating his strategy, he works with his 4 fellow Wizards, all different locations, but with the same goal, not just to win the competition(although that would be nice), but to appreciate the time together.  5 old wizards, reunited after years.  \n\n## Living End"}
{"id": "f79d8362-3673-4a84-8abb-878fd1a13d2e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:38.122", "backgroundColor": "#ed2015", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb4sVNwh7BqjaUvHJ4xNKX5w2sFFH1w1xeqZBQn86Kf25", "txHash": "0x7ace89fbf0c9d4deda45e668af4fb3fbe7a6d9107f48c628297f3f322e4b7bfe", "createdAtBlock": 14497291, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 100, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXQkrFaSLBrHm6aqFSk4bZEHn9QLeF1x42MM6LRDnYpv5", "name": "Pony of Fire", "text": "# Lore of the Pony of Fire \n\nThe Pony of Fire - The 100th pony to be brought out of the Elysian Fields.  This pony is one of four,  powerful, elemental ponies that has graces the Runiverse.  The Pony of Fire is known across the land for his power and grace.\n\n Here are some of the tales to be scribed into this Book of Lore.....\n\n*The Sacred Pony Flame*\n\n\"Off in the snowy North near the Blue Wizards Bastion a trail of steam rose as a path was carved out of the frozen ground. The Pony of Fire, mounted by Sorcerer Hadrien of the Hills, blazed a trail through the snow and ice with his Pony of Fire so that that the wizards could meet their enemy, the Forgotten Souls. The Pony of Fire breathed heated plasma upon these souls and burned them with fire even hotter than the Sacred Flame that made them into what they are now. While the Souls were rare creatures indeed, no magical creature in the land could equal to the firepower and might that the Pony of Fire could lay upon his foes.  Whole battalions of undead were laid to waste by this Pony of Fire. 'The Land Dragon' is afraid of nothing. \"\n\n*Pony Naps*"}
{"id": "f79d8362-3673-4a84-8abb-878fd1a13d2e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:32:38.122", "backgroundColor": "#ed2015", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb4sVNwh7BqjaUvHJ4xNKX5w2sFFH1w1xeqZBQn86Kf25", "txHash": "0x7ace89fbf0c9d4deda45e668af4fb3fbe7a6d9107f48c628297f3f322e4b7bfe", "createdAtBlock": 14497291, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 100, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXQkrFaSLBrHm6aqFSk4bZEHn9QLeF1x42MM6LRDnYpv5", "name": "Pony of Fire", "text": "*Pony Naps*\n\n\"A horde of goblins made their way to raid the Sacred Stables  one dark winter night. They crept upon the sleeping ponies intending to steal their armour, hay, and magical knit-mits.  The goblins, with their clubs snuck into the stalls and started gathering the loot while the ponies slept. The Pony of Fire happened to be spending a few days at the stables in order to get some much needed rest and relaxation and noticed a stench of rotten meat and burnt hair; stinky goblins. The Pony of Fire knew it was some foul creature intending to cause an inconvenience and the decided to teach these goblins a lesson. As they goblins were scampering from the stables with their newly acquired, stolen goods, the Pony of Fire emitted a concentrated burst of superheated plasma with such an accuracy that he hit the end of each of the goblins little clubs. The clubs erupted into torches and illuminated the area with such a light that it awoke the whole neighboring town. The wizards and warriors leapt from their beds and cast their spells and their nets on the horde and were able to capture all of the goblins in quick fashion. The goblins were handled by the local Council of Wizards and there have been no more goblin attacks in the area.\" \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Pony of Fire is known to associate with @wizard113 , @wizard7238, and @wizard3344 . The Pony of Fire is one of the 4 Elemental Ponies : @pony200 , @pony300 , and @pony400 . The Pony of Fire shares a birthday with @pony93 . The magical armour was hand crafted by @wizard5775 who spends time at the Sacred Stables."}
{"id": "e2b4cfa3-aa20-4b1c-b187-42607e665bc2-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-28T21:12:43.338", "backgroundColor": "#24180d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTcEuBdXLhfYhpAQKXEXXW4C94rPgCUt5UEok7XUAtdRF", "txHash": "0x572cd080d92dda76c9933a36c147cc779c5981558b51efc7b877fc49b6ab1335", "createdAtBlock": 15430095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13937, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeDCBVzkPmTuTNj57g6m19LKjxQHQWcjZJumHmcJjpcMk", "name": "Vidal Chaos Agent of Worlds", "text": "## A Rune forged by The Flame\n\n*Artwork by 'Taro, the Curious Mind*  \n\n---  \n\nNot much is known about the duties of *Chaos Agents* outside The Court of Chaos Magic. For the most part, they prefer to keep the nature of their quests and inquiries away from the public, for **Chaos** is a force to be reckoned with and it shouldn't be taken lightly.\n\nWhat we do know for certain is that @warrior13937 encounter with the Great burner of Might was crucial for his journey. Even though this wasn't his first *Court of Chaos* endeavour nor his first time facing what could've been his demise this is where he found the true essence of Chaos... and an ally who'd help him build his path to glory.\n\nSo reads an excerpt from *The Court's Quests Archive* regarding this particular encounter:\n\n>[...]  \n\n>\"Engulfed by the fire and down to his knee was @warrior13937; his skin red and burning and the metal of his armor searing hot, yet the knight remained still with his head held high. **Vidal** kept staring at the void of the wizards golden skull for he knew one thing: *his might burnt brighter than any flame, no matter how magic or sacred*. \n\n>After what felt like an eternity to Vidal, the wizard broke the silence.  \n*I know youll prove useful to the Cult*   uttered @wizard2595, his ghastly voice echoing through a chamber lit by the very flame that devoured many brave warriors before but this one proved to be worthy of his mercy."}
{"id": "e2b4cfa3-aa20-4b1c-b187-42607e665bc2-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-28T21:12:43.338", "backgroundColor": "#24180d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTcEuBdXLhfYhpAQKXEXXW4C94rPgCUt5UEok7XUAtdRF", "txHash": "0x572cd080d92dda76c9933a36c147cc779c5981558b51efc7b877fc49b6ab1335", "createdAtBlock": 15430095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13937, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeDCBVzkPmTuTNj57g6m19LKjxQHQWcjZJumHmcJjpcMk", "name": "Vidal Chaos Agent of Worlds", "text": ">After speaking, a hit of his caduceus against the ground made the fire roar louder than before, but it suddenly felt colder? Voidoths crow cawed, and from the flames now harmless aura the mighty **rune of steel** manifested next to Vidal, forged by the same force that rose to destroy him.\"\n\n>[...]\n  \nNot much more could be read from the registries. This passage is testament of how the nerves and determination of Agent #13937 granted him not only his rune, but the respect of the powerful @wizard2595 and the quintessential truth by which he swore to live by:\n>### In order to destroy one must first learn to create, for destruction and creation are both expressions of Chaos  and Chaos should always remain at balance.  \n\nSince then, Vidal began working on Pantheum Vidalis to master his craft and find glory through the act of creation.\nWith the flame of might burning from within, and the support of Patrons of the Pantheon, it will be just a matter of time for the word of the warrior sculptor atop the mountains to spread far and wide across the lands."}
{"id": "68d7c247-a0b3-41be-8e07-0eb280dd1c22-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:56.441", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP5yVekzYLq4GjHKfHAcsoAzgQpB5XyHoCsYB4RgzzVJ8", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7186, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVt6FrJwb4U7DKSfACFG6js2LrFaV86Hu9PPcctGTGLhL", "name": "Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris of Nightmare Paradise", "text": "# Chapter 1: Ofaris of the Circle\nThe light of the Sacred Flame danced in the eyes of Ofaris of the Circle and played across the stone walls of the high-ceilinged chamber in the heart of The Secret Tower. He allowed his Rune of Water to flood over the Dryads Ear plant spell that flickered between his fingers. The mixing of rune and spell always had a calming effect on him and he needed his composure now more than ever.\n\nAfter months of searching for the Flame, the moment was finally upon him! Ofaris did not know for certain what lay on the other side, but it was whispered amongst the guilds that those who entered the Sacred Flame emerged with powers unheard of for centuries.\n\nAt the last convocation of the Circle, Archmagus Alessar in particular had been vocal in his calls for their sect to do all they could to find ways of destroying these Flames. Alessar had never been forward-thinking always content to take the conservative course. Ofaris had tried to convince him that the Circles purpose should be the advancement of Wizarding kind  free from the restraints of the Council.\n\n*Isnt that why the Circle was formed in the first place?* He had argued. *Brilliant minds should not be forced to stagnate waiting for a consensus amongst factions that refuse out of principle to agree with one another The Circle sees no colours  only magical prowess! It rests on our shoulders to drive the quest for discovery.*\n\nBut the Archmagus disagreed. Once more, he tried to fetter Ofaris ambitions. But not this time. This time, Ofaris would act as he saw fit. And after stepping into the Flame, forging his newfound powers in a crucible of arcane energy, who would dare to stand in the way of progress?"}
{"id": "68d7c247-a0b3-41be-8e07-0eb280dd1c22-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:56.441", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP5yVekzYLq4GjHKfHAcsoAzgQpB5XyHoCsYB4RgzzVJ8", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7186, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVt6FrJwb4U7DKSfACFG6js2LrFaV86Hu9PPcctGTGLhL", "name": "Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris of Nightmare Paradise", "text": "Ofaris thought back to his dream of the night before: a seat at the head of the Council, untold riches, the power to influence his peers and set a course for all Wizards into the future *Yes! I will be the author of this chapter in history  I will be remembered as the one who ushered in a new era of prosperity to this world!*\n\nThe wizard smiled triumphantly. He scooped up his slime familiar Limos, took a deep breath, and stepped assuredly into the six-foot Flame. \n\n# Chapter 2: A forgotten soul enslaved\nThere was nothing. Then suddenly, the pain, filling every corner of his being, an inferno blazing and popping, threatening to explode. He tried to scream, but choked on the intensity of the heat. It felt as though his skin was melting, the meat scorching from his bones. Faintly, as though coming from afar, he heard Limos high pitched shrieks.\n\nThe Sacred Flame was the world, and the world was fire. Ofaris tried to conjure his Water Rune  anything to stave off the heat   but it evaporated in an impotent puff of steam. He reached agonisingly for the Dryads Ear  a frantic attempt to heal his dire wounds. The stench of his own flesh burning clouded his delirious mind. The force of the Flame burst the seams of reality and cast Ofaris into the Void.\n \nTime lost its meaning as the searing pain faded, replaced by waves of nausea. The Realm of the Dead stretched around him, overwhelmingly vast. Ofaris mind reeled as a hideous hand entered his vision. He recoiled in fear, realising that the hand was his own. Looking down, the stench of rotten meat washed over him as maggots crawled from ragged gashes in his discoloured skin."}
{"id": "68d7c247-a0b3-41be-8e07-0eb280dd1c22-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:56.441", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP5yVekzYLq4GjHKfHAcsoAzgQpB5XyHoCsYB4RgzzVJ8", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7186, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVt6FrJwb4U7DKSfACFG6js2LrFaV86Hu9PPcctGTGLhL", "name": "Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris of Nightmare Paradise", "text": "Suddenly an immense pressure crushed his chest and he was hurled backwards, flailing and gasping, and slammed into cold stone. He crumpled to the floor, his mind dulled and senses numb. \n\nBony fingers poked through the membrane between worlds, peeling it back to reveal The Great Lord of the Void, @wizard4298. The Voidlord stepped into The Secret Tower and the membrane sealed itself behind him with a slurping sound.\n\nA scorch-shadow stained the floor of the chamber, the only remnant of the Sacred Flames magical energy that had transmuted the wizards bodily form. Voidoth looked impassively down at the  erstwhile wizard who lay snivelling on the stone floor, his familiars ashen ghost quaking at his side.\n\nOfaris tried to speak, but no words came, only the guttural mutterings of the Undead. He was not yet used to the change in his vocal cords. He tried to cast the Dryads Ear spell  Voidoth knew this was a futile attempt to heal the transmutation  but instead of the plant spell a massive Rafflesia flower unfurled its meaty petals, emitting the stench of decay and death. A swarm of flies already buzzed around the creatures gangrenous body; some of the insects alighted on the leathery skin of the flower of death, crawling greedily across its surface.\n\nThe Voidlord bent and offered his hand to Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris, helping him to stand, but the skin slewed off the zombies rotting arm and he collapsed back to the ground. Voidoth was left holding the empty sock of skin, which he flicked away from himself contemptuously. He surveyed the pathetic creature for a moment, then spoke, the metallic grating of his voice echoing around the hollow chamber."}
{"id": "68d7c247-a0b3-41be-8e07-0eb280dd1c22-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:56.441", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP5yVekzYLq4GjHKfHAcsoAzgQpB5XyHoCsYB4RgzzVJ8", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7186, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVt6FrJwb4U7DKSfACFG6js2LrFaV86Hu9PPcctGTGLhL", "name": "Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris of Nightmare Paradise", "text": "You hoped for power and you shall have it  but not the power you searched for. You can now penetrate the membrane between the worlds of the living and the dead. You will do my bidding, for only I can offer you respite from this new horror.\n\nThe zombie gave a confused groan, and the Voidlord knew that the putrid creature now understood that all this time he had been but a puppet on Voidoths strings.\n\nThats right, you fool. I sowed those seeds in your mind. You will be chained in this immortal nightmare, doomed to relive your fate anew each day  to feel your flesh devoured over and over. You will only find the illusion of respite from this torment in the dreams I offer you.\n\nHis jaw skewed to the side, Gangrenous Zombie Ofaris moaned and nodded his head, and the Great Lord of the Void silently bathed in the acquisition of another forgotten soul.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "28918509-9b7a-49e2-b617-74e3d937d2d8-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:58.004", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaRNoUiUzjQyQcRqeB4r86szbioGcdytv8oWrVYhhjBa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 314, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdYtHFajaitYYN3jj6grZfZXd7MrxyeBk8KzUo3k5agfB", "name": "Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood", "text": "Burnside let the pyromancy take hold. He felt the power heaving within him as the inferno enveloped his body in a rush of fire. His Torch of Prometheus flared as the flames flowed upwards, wave upon wave surging through him, swelling his lungs to bursting point until the flames left his chest and coursed up his neck to finally engulf his naked skull in an ecstatic release of energy. The magic of the Torch danced in the halo of flames encircling his cranium, and fingers of fire licked over his skull and flowed inwards through his empty eye sockets. He laughed at the thrill of it, and jets of fire leapt from his mouth. \n\nThe rolling domed mounds of Fur Gnome Wold shimmered in the heat. A group of the squat, hairy gnomes, startled from their berry picking, popped their heads up out of the bushes. At the sight of a laughing wizard with his head on fire, they squealed and dived for cover through the nearby hidden entries to their underground homes.\n\nBurnside marched towards the repulsive deadwalker, skull aflame and magic coursing through his veins. He had been hunting the zombie for weeks, but each time he thought he was closing in on it the creature somehow slipped through his fingers. He could not give up, though. He needed to learn more about the transmutation wrought by the Sacred Flames, and this was the first time he had come so close to a wizard who had given himself to a Flame."}
{"id": "28918509-9b7a-49e2-b617-74e3d937d2d8-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:58.004", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaRNoUiUzjQyQcRqeB4r86szbioGcdytv8oWrVYhhjBa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 314, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdYtHFajaitYYN3jj6grZfZXd7MrxyeBk8KzUo3k5agfB", "name": "Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood", "text": "Blaze, Burnsides Swamp Bullfrog, opened his cavernous mouth wide and flicked his burning tongue aggressively towards the ghost-like ball of slime at the zombies side, though it was still out of reach. The slime quivered and hid behind its master. Burnside unleashed a fireball at the deadwalker, but the creature reacted with a wraithlike water rune that turned most of the heat from his attack into puffs of steam. Burnside hurled another fireball in the zombies direction to counteract an aquatic attack. \n\n*Your Purple brethren no longer trust you  they know you will raze their cities to the ground and burn them all when given the chance!*\n\nThe Pyromancer ignored the voices that rattled inside his skull. Sensing that he was slowly gaining the upper hand he stepped up his attacks, raining a frenzied barrage of fiery bombs down upon his foe. Sparks showered across the zombies shadowy cape, which burst alight, and it moaned in mindless terror as the flames licked upwards over its shoulders. The ghostly slime squealed and leaped away from the flames, but this brought it within range of Blazes tongue, which struck with precision. The slimes squeals turned into a shriek as Blazes fiery spit coated its repugnant skin. \n\nSmoke billowing from its body, the deadwalker pulled his strangely ethereal rune inward upon himself in a watery cascade. As the waves crashed to the floor, Burnside shook his head in bewilderment; the zombie had vanished, leaving only a small puddle of slightly charred slime on the bare earth."}
{"id": "28918509-9b7a-49e2-b617-74e3d937d2d8-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:58.004", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaRNoUiUzjQyQcRqeB4r86szbioGcdytv8oWrVYhhjBa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 314, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdYtHFajaitYYN3jj6grZfZXd7MrxyeBk8KzUo3k5agfB", "name": "Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood", "text": "The inferno faded, leaving Burnside feeling deflated. He immediately craved a return of the flames surging intensity. The craving grew stronger each time he tapped into the Torch of Prometheus molten power. Blaze lashed at a passing fly and Burnside could smell the bulbous bluebottle cooking on the Bullfrogs tongue. His familiar belched in satisfaction and eyed the wizard expectantly. Burnside knew that the bullfrog, too, was coming to rely on their moments of conflagration.\n\n*Perhaps @wizard4850 was right*, he thought. \n\nHis compatriot from Hedge Wizard Wood had warned him of the dangers of Prometheus Torch. \n\n*But he abandoned our quest  and when the secrets of the Sacred Flames were within our grasp! And now, where has that left me? Without an ally in the Runiverse! And him off on his rune-blasted mission in the south, when the Sacred Flames threaten us all taking those tiny firelings with him. Perhaps they were what kept his flames in check?*\n  \nOfaris had returned to his faction several years ago. Burnside did not begrudge him some time at Yellow Wizard Haven  he himself missed Purple Wizard Pavilion from time to time  but his former colleague placed far too much weight on the Quantum Shadow the Shadow could be dealt with in time; the Sacred Flames were the greater immediate threat. And Burnside was still no closer to discovering their origin or purpose, despite his years of research.\n\nBurnside had struggled on alone up until now, but he found that he was losing his sense of self more and more. Sometimes, for days, there was only the fire, and the voices that encouraged him to draw upon it during every waking moment. Those, too, continued to grow stronger.\n\n*Have you forgotten everything we have achieved together, Burnside? Open yourself to the Torch again. Only you control the power of the Gods themselves!*"}
{"id": "28918509-9b7a-49e2-b617-74e3d937d2d8-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:58.004", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaRNoUiUzjQyQcRqeB4r86szbioGcdytv8oWrVYhhjBa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 314, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdYtHFajaitYYN3jj6grZfZXd7MrxyeBk8KzUo3k5agfB", "name": "Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood", "text": "By all the flaming runes! he cursed. Perhaps it is time for me to seek some aid. Blaze gave a loud croak and bulged his eyes at his wizard. I know, old friend. I have been remiss. But we find ourselves close to Skylord Rookery. I suppose we should pay a visit to the old git.\n\nHis ivory skull still trailing wisps of smoke, Burnside stooped and gathered up his familiar, and set off for the spiky line of black peaks that filled the western horizon, hoping that he could maintain his determination until he reached the reclusive scholar, perched in his Rookery high above the clouds. \n\nHad enough time passed for the old wizard to come to his senses? Would he be able to hear Burnside out without flying into a fit of rage this time? Burnside would not attack, but he would certainly defend himself. He hoped it would not come to that. If it did, @wizard2398 might have to die. \n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "ee1f9899-384a-435d-9333-420c73ff4638-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:05.282", "backgroundColor": "#240934", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdPuPDftRnSYz6XvJPY1cLTvNQ9p2nK5cANWNUSCuy44m", "txHash": "0x1d38b6a24677ddd018a40ea0b7ea9a9e2dbe240a85d03ca3167b158e6f9a850f", "createdAtBlock": 14495970, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4088, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZubssv6twYbcPm1YP8xBkTANf83kSWhYw6wRvBietowW", "name": "Spellsinger Uvlius of the Desert", "text": "# The Lore of Spellsinger Uvlius of the Desert\n\nSpellsinger Uvlius of the Desert is an ice cream master. That's not his profession, it's who he is...the art of ice cream making is in his very blood spanning numerous generations. His family founded one of the most prestigious ice cream conglomerates in the Forgotten Runes. Their secret recipe for creating ice cream that never melts, even under the scorching desert sun, is one that countless competitors have tried to imitate to no avail. It is certain that magic is involved, but just that knowledge is not enough, because some of the most talented wizards in all the lands were hired to crack the secret of the nevermelting ice cream, yet none have succeeded.\n\nUvlius's ice cream magic is second to none, but his deep dark secret is that he doesn't want to be an ice cream maker. He wants to travel the world, join the circus, fall in love. Instead, he just drives around the desert every day in the searing heat, blaring that grating jingle from his ice cream truck 24/7, selling his frozen desserts to children. Yes, he gets paid the equivalent of a king's ransom by the end of every shift given how hugely popular his family's recipe is, but it isn't about the money. It isn't even about the ice cream. For once in his life, Uvlius wants to try making something *besides* ice cream (he tentatively pitched the idea of frozen yogurt at last years Thanksgiving dinner and almost got disowned by his whole family)."}
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{"id": "ad51a03e-b423-489e-8338-a7fb491307b7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:37.136", "backgroundColor": "#071154", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYHwGMCrAbFv1JNVuBx6VvCaYjWAma3JuoBaCFAFYhwTY", "txHash": "0x36823040bf39a74b4c074b785dac5543e22610bea72c13e63ad4e8196b535f16", "createdAtBlock": 15075122, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4412, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Helen Savior of Liches", "text": "# Helen Savior of Liches\n\n@wizard435 carried Helen in his arms, while navigating his way towards the Secret Tower. Helen displayed little signs of vitality, her skin pale as a corpse, as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Looking concerned, Angus mustered all his strength, and trudged on with great haste. Time was not on their side. Rishi, his trusty fox familiar, was performing the role of their rearguard, looking out for pursuers that were hot on their trail.\n\nAngus would do **whatever it takes** to keep Helen alive. He had tried everything possible, but she was still dying. He placed his last hope on harnessing the mystical powers of the Sacred Flame, to perform a forbidden ritual in order to save the love of his life.\n\n\n\"You're going to be ok my dear, I promise...\" Those were the last words Helen remembered hearing, as Angus gently laid her on the ground while she struggled to retain her consciousness. Helen caught a glimpse of Angus, white-knuckling the feather of a Phoenix, an immortal bird that symbolizes rebirth. His thick brows were furrowed with concentration. Beads of sweat formed on his rugged face as his lips moved fervently, his body inching closer towards the Sacred Flame with each chant uttered. Runes of Fire manifested, like a captivating array of fireworks which eventually engulfed Angus and Rishi. Helen remembered seeing a fiery silhouette reaching out to her, right before her vision faded to total darkness...\n\nWhen Helen woke up, she found herself all alone in the wilderness, with Angus nowhere in sight. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the piercing sunlight, and discovered that her skin was rosy once more. Angus has made good on his promise, but what did it matter if he was not here by her side?"}
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{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "# Chapter 1: The watcher in the shadows\nZeromus picked their way through the shadowy not-forms of the Void, keeping the deadwalker in sight, but remaining far enough removed so as not to draw its attention. They had no fear of the zombie, but felt that it would be a waste to have to terminate it without learning more.\n\nWithin the hood of their sleek robes, Kali adjusted her coils. Zeromus could sense the red mamba concentrating her energy into the manufacture of excess venom stores  a sure sign that the snake was on edge.\n\nZeromus, too, was alert to any sign of danger. They had come far too close to being discovered by the self-proclaimed Voidlord. The cyborg was certainly capable of wielding immense power in both the bowels of the void and in the expanse of the living Runiverse; but Zeromus did not for one second buy into @wizard4298s claims to divinity. \n\nZeromus had witnessed first-hand Voidoths transformation  how @wizard3917 had poisoned the ambitious young schemer after one of his viewings, and how he had then manipulated the skeletal remains in the laboratories of Blue Wizard Bastion. Somehow Voidoth had managed to override the controls Apollo had inserted in his software; the warped concoction of magic and technology had birthed this vengeful monster that now stalked the realms of both living and dead.\n\nThankfully, the Voidlord was not here now  Zeromus had watched as he had passed through the membrane into the Quantum Shadow. There, he continued to muster his armies of the undead, the corrupted, and the craven followers who called themselves his Disciples, who scrabbled and squabbled for the scraps of power he scattered at his feet."}
{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "Zeromus flicked the tassel of their hood testily. They hated the bad name Necromancers had amongst the wizarding community. Others were either jealous or frightened of their ability to commune with the dead. Just one of the reasons Zeromus shunned the ancient halls of the Wizarding guilds, where you were only either witch or wizard. \n\nThose who feared that which they did not understand were never a thing of the past; at the Temple of the Falling Stars, the Arch-Magician had been overthrown by zealots who believed familiars to be unholy and Animists heretical. Zeromus had not been able to influence events there. Kali stirred as the wizard and their familiar shared this flush of irritation. Zeromus made a mental note to check back in on how the Hydromancers were faring with keeping the deposed Temple leader safe. \n\nZeromus was yet to make any contact  they far preferred working anonymously from the shadows  but they had at least managed to help Isaac and the Atlantians avoid the attentions of the rebels en route to Goblin Town. It was imperative that Isaac survived to launch a counter-revolution at the Temple; the zealots could not be allowed to swell their support. \n\nZeromus shook their head disbelievingly. So many had been seduced by Voidoths duplicitous call to the Sacred Flames at the first glimmer of potential power. Like moths, burning their own wings, Zeromus muttered to themselves."}
{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "The deadwalker seemed to be readying himself to re-enter the world of the living. Zeromus narrowed their eyes, preparing to form the Dryads Ear spell. They could at least put one of the Voidlords new servants out of its misery before it caused too much damage.\n# Chapter 2: A duel interrupted\nAs Zeromus prepared to cast the spell, a split flashed across the darkness, revealing the translucent membrane between the realms of dead and living. The creature turned towards the light pooling into the gloomy darkness of the Void and let out an enraged bellow as it spotted the Necromancer.\n\n*Fleshrot!* They cursed under their breath, as the zombie cast its own Dryad spell. As quick as Zeromus was, their festering foes magic unfurled in time with the Necromancers, bringing with it the overpowering stench of decay. The spells met in the air between the two Wizards  a silent duel, illuminated eerily by the light of the living. Zeromus Dryads Ear sprouted new green shoots, attempting to bind the leathery red petals of the gigantic Rafflesia  the flower of the tombs of everlasting slumber.\n\nOut of the corner of their eye, Zeromus could see the hazy outlines of two wizards through the membrane  one short and stout, the other tall and gangly. The lanky wizards head burst into flame as he hurled balls of fire at the membrane in a futile attempt to break through."}
{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "Straining with the effort of combatting the zombies magic, Zeromus lamented the idiocy of their fellows fire could do nothing to affect the fabric of creation. Evidently the fool on the other side of the membrane came to the same realisation, as the explosions ceased; his portly companion approached the membrane, studying its sheen. The figures features, although obscured, were familiar to Zeromus.\n\nZeromus communed with Kali, who wound her way out of the depths of the Necromancers hood and slithered off into the darkness surrounding the battling wizards, keeping out of the diffuse light filtering through the worldly membrane.\n\n*I know you cant kill what isnt alive, but the pain caused by your venom should incapacitate him, my friend.* \n\nTypically sinuous serpent-thoughts answered Zeromus, full of the thrill of the impending bite. Red mambas lived constantly with the magma-like heat of their venom; each bite they dealt brought with it sweet, albeit temporary, relief as they discharged the pressurised toxins.\n\nZeromus arms began to tingle as the Rafflesias petals battered the twining shoots of their Dryads Ear. The undead wizard was powerful more powerful than they had anticipated! But then, an anguished cry pierced the silence and the giant Rafflesia wilted, curling in upon itself. Zeromus smiled grimly as they sensed the venom coursing from Kalis fangs.\n\nAt that moment, a flash of bright light pierced the membrane in a solid beam. Startled, Zeromus lost hold of their spell. Two sets of fingers appeared, pulling back the dissected flaps. In the background, the zombies moans grew fainter."}
{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-4", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "Surprised that the other wizard had managed to penetrate the membrane, Zeromus gaped at the bespectacled face of @wizard2398. The scholar grinned at them sheepishly. \n\nAh Zeromus, old friend I hope we havent come at a bad time?\n\nZeromus blinked at Lux, then whirled back to finish off the zombie, just in time to see their adversary dragging himself through another slit in the cosmic fabric that sucked closed behind him.\n\n*Festering fleshrot! Some remnants of its Dryads Ear magic must remain in that disgusting flesh flower to counteract the venom.*\n\nAnnoyed agreement crept back along the bond from Kali. \n\nThe Necromancer turned their indignant glare on Lux, but seeing the earnest look on the mans face, they took a deep, calming breath, letting go of their irritation with a sigh.\n\nWhen do you ever come at a good time, Lux? Zeromus smiled. To be honest, with everything going on in the Runiverse right now, I expected you sooner.\n\nZeromus welcomed the mamba back into the folds of their hood, and stepped through the membrane to join Lux in the living world. The Necromancer inspected the wide swathe of smouldering grass around the gateway between worlds, then raised an eyebrow at the Pyromancer they met standing on the firm ground of the Runiverse.\n\nAt least the flamethrower has the decency to look embarrassed, Zeromus thought, tutting at the damage he had caused to the landscape. Time was short, however, so they quickly turned back to Lux. Out with it, Scrollmaster, I need to hunt down that deadwalker before he does any more damage in Voidoths name."}
{"id": "6389a803-8e43-46c9-ab53-c07886ac8dfa-5", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:00.347", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVfNBMvwbLpCokgzEdKZHjbXxVZB3zZPALHYUNLwKvWrE", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfHmewYGt7rTxGFfAxjiRhMTPDWwoi6uWFv2inF2Y9NDd", "name": "Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium", "text": "Well help you bring down the creature, Zeromus, if youll agree to help us in return, replied Lux. \n\nZeromus nodded curtly. Very well. Theres only two reasons you ever seek me out. I know you want me to find someone; will I also be required to usher them to the Void?\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "# Chapter 1: Leaving Goblin Town\nOnce he was sure that the lowlife hadnt followed him out of Goblin Town, Louis doubled back around the outskirts of the bustling trading post, keeping to the fields and hedgerows and heading east. The dark, swollen mass of the Quantum Shadow boiled on the horizon.\n\nHe had recognised the man as soon as he walked into the tavern  one of the scoundrels serving under the smuggler captain Zarq Khattak. Khattak made his living moving illicit goods from Red Wizard Capital, Calistas Citadel, and Alessars Keep across Kelpies Bay to the Black Market in Goblin Town. Even for a smuggler, the man was devious and greedy, always trying to squeeze a little bit extra out of every deal, his piercing blue eyes sparkling brighter with every coin added to his pile. Although Louis had no proof, he was sure that Khattak was also directing the acts of piracy that were becoming more and more frequent on the Bays murky waters.\n\nWhile Khattak was a Rudimental, he had managed to use his wealth and influence to gather a crew that included the rougher and more mercenary types of warrior (even kobolds), and assorted delinquent magic-makers. Through his spy network, Khattak regularly collected  dirt on a number of wizards who frequented the unsavoury haunts of Goblin Town, using this information to blackmail them into lending their sorcery to his endeavours when he had need of it. \n\nZarqs agent, @wizard3911, now followed Louis cousin Hagar and the Arch-Magician. Goliath was a well-known mercenary in all the ports along the coast of the Bay; Louis found it curious that Zarq would use the man for an undercover mission Perhaps the smuggler was losing his touch."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "Louis wondered whether Khattak hoped to kidnap Isaac and hold him to ransom. *It would be very fitting if he met his end by over-reaching to such a ridiculous degree*, Louis thought. The laughable idea of the smuggler coming up against the illustrious @wizard3922 cheered Louis.\n\nStill, no need to take any chances. He would find out what the spy was up to, and allow Hagar and Isaac to make their getaway.  After that, he would take the more usual route to the south  by boat, along the river and across Kelpies Bay. There would be plenty of boats heading across the Bay and down the Boister, the river running through the heart of Chronomancers Riviera. Goblin spirits were wickedly strong and fetched a high price on the Riviera  well worth the trip for any trader.\n  \nAlthough Louis destination was the high northern plateau that was home to The Sacred Pillars, it made no sense for him to head in that direction. It was far quicker to use the portal at Atlantas Pool to travel to Dream Master Lake, where he could open another portal straight into the mountainous home of the Elders. He was sure The Sacred Pillars would come to Isaacs aid, but the Elders were not known for swift deliberation, so anything Louis could do to speed up the process would help Isaacs cause. Before he left the tavern earlier that day, Louis had agreed that on his return from the Pillars, he would wait for Hagar in Yellow Wizard Haven until he returned from Atlantis."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "As he neared the southern edge of Goblin Town, Louis spotted Hagar and the Arch-Magician emerging from the gate. Although Hagar had paid the guards richly on arrival in the town, he was forced to go through the motions of the customary bribe. The two bulky kobolds, armed with rugged clubs sporting an assortment of rusty spikes, accepted the token payment after just two attempts to raise the price, letting the Atlantean pass before beginning to squabble with each other about how to split the coins. \n\nLouis smiled admiringly at the clever move. It was just like Hagar to give the guards an odd number of coins, sparking a dispute that would leave them in a particularly belligerent mood when the Hedge Wizard tried to exit the town.\n\nLouis continued to make his way across the fields as Hagar led Isaac swiftly along the path out of town towards the bridge over the swift, narrow river that flowed westward to Kelpies Bay. From there, they would head towards the BattleMage Mountains. Even if the one airship that regularly travelled between the mountains and Goblin Town *had* been operating, Louis knew the captain was never keen on taking passengers That meant less room for cargo, and the price to get around that particular problem had no upper limit other than whatever number took the captains fancy.\n\nSo Hagar and Isaac would make their way to the lower reaches of the mountain range by foot and from there seek a local guide to see them through the treacherous passes, keeping out of the territories of the monsters that lived high in the peaks.\n\nHopefully, in the meantime Louis could throw any other potential spies off their scent with his own trip downriver Back in the town he had two old acquaintances he could count on to pose as his companions, while Hagar and Isaac took the faster route to Atlantas Pool."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "Unfortunately, there were no portals linking with the Pool in this part of the Runiverse  the closest was the gateway on the island in Dream Master Lake. Braving the mountains was their best hope of getting the Arch-Magician to Hagars father, the King of Atlantis. Louis had been sure that Khattak or some other goon would catch wind of their presence in Goblin Town, which was why when Isaac found Hagar, Louis suggested this plan to him. Louis had no qualms about being the bait for an empty trap. Khattak was not the only one with connections in these parts.\n\nTobago should by now have made it to the Great Owl Obelisk to gather news from across the realm, brought there by the Coalition of Owls. Louis familiar could travel the airways to pass high above The Quantum Shadow in a direct line to the Obelisk. The Great Owl would find Louis wherever he ended up, he had no concerns about that, but he was anxious to learn more about the unrest in the south. The conflicts could have dire consequences for his future trading exploits in Kelpies Bay and along the coast of Asmodeuss Surf, not to mention their current mission travelling through the territory of the Yellow Wizards."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-4", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "He turned his attention back to the town gates, where Goliath was now struggling to haggle passage past the guards, who were loudly demanding some kind of non-existent exit permit or the payment of a hefty fine. Louis ducked behind the hedgerow and ran along bent double, moving to a better position from where to intercept his adversary.\n# Chapter 2: An unexpected visitor\nLouis rose from his hiding place and hurled Kelpies Fury. Lightning flashed in its watery depths as he fed the Rune of Jupiter into the spell, which gushed in a wide arc around Goliath, rising in a wave that crested and then crashed down on the helpless wizard. But instead of spraying in all directions, the water held together, trapping its victim in a wobbling, amorphous mass.\n\nAs the other wizards face began to turn blue, Louis flicked his wrist and the globular form shifted, growing bulbous around Goliaths chest as it retreated from his head. The man gasped, choking and spluttering before drawing air into his lungs in ragged bursts.\n\nDidnt think I would recognise you, smuggler? Tell me everything you know of Zarqs plans! Louis said, his voice deathly calm.\n\nA bewildered look crept across Goliaths face, but before he could say anything the ground began to crumble and disintegrate, giving way under Louis feet as the ground swallowed him up. The watery binds collapsed, dropping Goliath onto the churned up soil.\n\nSallow fingers scraped over his leg as a haggard figure pulled itself up out of the ground. Folds of pallid skin hung from its rotting skull and its jaw sagged unnaturally to the side. Frozen with fear, the Hedge Wizard watched as the ghastly apparition dragged itself over the earth towards him."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-5", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "The zombie grinned; a tooth wobbled, then fell from its mouth. The Voidlord is displeased, Void Disciple, it slurred. I am to bring you back to the Valley. You will need to explain your failures to the First Disciple.\n\nThe colour drained from Goliaths face as he tried to stammer a protest, but the zombie was upon him, grabbing him by the throat in a surprisingly powerful grip. The stink of the grave washed over him, taking hold of his senses, stifling his breath and constricting his chest. He felt lightheaded; his vision swam and blurred; he slipped into unconsciousness. \n# Chapter 3: Paths crossing\nZeromus peeled back the worldly membrane and allowed the other two wizards to step past them into the world of the living. Now that the spells protection was no longer needed, Zeromus released the diaphanous bubble their Dryads Ear had formed around Lux and Burnside, then sealed the exit from the Void. \n\nIn the distance, the Quantum Shadow loomed, large and foreboding. To the west, Goblin Town squatted like a toad next to the river that flowed through the vast plain between the Shadows outer border and Kelpies Bay. South of the town, a patch of earth had been churned up around a hole surrounded by short, wiry grass. The area at the edges of the fractured ground was sodden."}
{"id": "3c4ff9c4-f3f6-4d46-9f68-c1eefa73cb99-6", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:01.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9H6SW5CozzESgt1Gt1NyuAu7KUm7ZQwaZLzWqQ3iNEi", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3920, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTHnebo2m871nX36rBAtZVbdw4trMCzgT7y5UsLwahcKg", "name": "Hydromancer Louis of the Field", "text": "Zeromus cursed as they rushed over to the scene. The group had been trying to follow the trail of the zombie that had once been Ofaris of the Circle, but it seemed that they had arrived too late again. Zeromus felt the heat on their back as Burnsides skull burst into flames. They heard Lux tut in annoyance and shuffle away from the frustrated Pyromancer Zeromus had made their two companions promise to aid in the pursuit of the creature before taking them to find the Shaman.\n\nAs the Necromancer focused their power on picking up the zombies trail once more, a groan floated up from the pit. With the help of Burnside, who had thankfully managed to extinguish himself, Zeromus pulled the man coughing and spluttering back to the surface. He shook his dreadlocks, sending a shower of dirt clods and dust in all directions.\n\nFollowing a brief conversation, it was clear that the Hydromancer had little recollection of what had happened to him. Wasting little time, the trio bid him farewell and set off again after their quarry.\n\nLouis watched with raised eyebrows as Zeromus parted the fabric of reality and split the membrane between worlds, the three wizards disappeared and the sky knitted itself back together behind them. It was one thing knowing about the Void, but to see it for real was a disturbing experience. Suppressing a shudder, he turned back towards town, a cloud of dust floating behind him as he headed for the riverside port.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
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{"id": "499e4008-f9a3-4737-b50c-a5c6ee56e267-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:42.119", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmavRA5vvWuYZRQDkA7BKbJtSwu7tt4iHNcXPzXPoG73t4", "txHash": "0xf9999ed27c189dc73f7c907941e5553855a6c28682ea53cc16f9cbb96ecaa42c", "createdAtBlock": 14505305, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 370, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sam the Polite", "text": ">Like the Grand Prince at dawn\n\ndancing in joy on the lawn\n\n>of the summer paradise, before he began\n\nto hear from the Secret Tower far and long \n \n\n\n>How can nature charm the wizards heart\n\nso now the valley plays its part\n\n>the happy hummingbird, singing what he could,\n\nbecause from its egg the prophecy was born.\n\n \n> The polite pony danced along\n\nthis merry gallop, an unheard song\n\n>No grass nor insect hurt or pained,\n\nForgotten Souls have tried in vain.\n\n\n>Sam outran 1/1,\n\nthe slow Beasts, sparing none\n\n>With the moon high and tide low,\n\nsleep now Pony, ride and grow."}
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{"id": "2e142fa2-a8a6-4692-a32f-416c9e594b27-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:49.046", "backgroundColor": "#0b031e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPZmh9VEnNGA8edPV4RbZYi9dXgrnVv1CyMTwtV9nXo9a", "txHash": "0x20018397c33ac1705fbf814b95750bd14800e71cc6754a676d46c8435a7a8964", "createdAtBlock": 14516801, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 27, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmScoXyx8CGYtryhHeRhwMUgZig3Q4XaEzQzZfzuu3p27y", "name": "Penelope the Loyal", "text": "# The Lore of Penelope the Loyal\n\nMy first memories of the boy Danny are hazy. I had just come into the world, along with my brother, and there was quite an audience! Most other horses are born with just their mother to bear witness, or perhaps a farmer or two. But apparently Runed Ponies are very rare and thus very sought after, and a whole tribe was present to welcome us! \n\nBut among all the happy faces, Dannys face was up front. Well technically, two faces, since his twin brother Sammy was also there. Two ponies for two brothers, future leaders of the tribe. Even our runes matched theirs. But I didnt know about any of that right then. Things were blurry and confusing, so I just focused on his face. Even then, I knew he was my Wizard. I just knew.\n\n******\nAfter several months with our mother, nourished by her milk, my brother and I left her and traveled with the twin brothers and their tribe. We traveled north, to a colder and harsher climate than we had previously known. But the boys made sure we stayed warm and had plenty to eat on our journey, and we grew stronger. \n\n\n\n*My brother Atom*\n\nThe boys looked very similar, and most of the other humans of the tribe couldnt tell them apart. But my brother and I knew.  They had little tics and mannerisms that distinguished them, if you observed them as closely as we did. And their energy was different, although I wasnt sure if humans could sense such things.\n\n*******\nSo, about our ponies Sammy said. The tribe had just finished setting up their encampment, somewhere in the Expanses tundra, and the boys had been allowed to tend to us while dinner was prepared. \n\nYou sense it too, dont you, replied Danny. We got assigned the wrong ponies."}
{"id": "2e142fa2-a8a6-4692-a32f-416c9e594b27-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:49.046", "backgroundColor": "#0b031e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPZmh9VEnNGA8edPV4RbZYi9dXgrnVv1CyMTwtV9nXo9a", "txHash": "0x20018397c33ac1705fbf814b95750bd14800e71cc6754a676d46c8435a7a8964", "createdAtBlock": 14516801, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 27, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmScoXyx8CGYtryhHeRhwMUgZig3Q4XaEzQzZfzuu3p27y", "name": "Penelope the Loyal", "text": "You sense it too, dont you, replied Danny. We got assigned the wrong ponies. \n\nIt doesnt make sense. Logically, we should each get the pony that matches our own Rune\n\n...but Im feeling more attached to Penelope, with the Rune of Uranus. \n\nGods, youve already named her?! But yeah, Im feeling the same with the Neptune pony.\n\nDanny grinned. So, lets work a little of our twin magic! Well just switch during training, and by the time everyone figures it out well be too far along and theyll have to let us keep it switched.\n\nHmm, agreed, Sammy said. You can have Penelope there. I feel like, hmm. Atom here is more my style anyway. He stroked my brothers ash-colored mane.\n\nAtom, huh? Youre even more enamored with the ancient texts than I realized! Well, hes your pony, name him as you will.\n\nDanny turned to me. So Penelope, are you OK with this arrangement? Even if our Runes dont match? He laughed as I walked over and nuzzled him. He knew he didnt have to ask.\n\n*********\nThe twin magic worked for a surprisingly long time. While taking care of us and during training sessions, the boys were careful to dress identically and respond to each others names. Stable Master was none the wiser for months as we mastered the basics of riding. But he eventually caught on once we entered attunement training and it didntwork.\n\nIt happened during night-time training. Sammy was supposed to use me to enhance his Rune of Uranus, and draw power from the stars. But since he was riding Atom, he wasnt getting the extra power he needed, and failed to conjure a Starlight Orb as requested. The boys were immediately given a stern lecture by Stable Master."}
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{"id": "2e142fa2-a8a6-4692-a32f-416c9e594b27-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:49.046", "backgroundColor": "#0b031e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPZmh9VEnNGA8edPV4RbZYi9dXgrnVv1CyMTwtV9nXo9a", "txHash": "0x20018397c33ac1705fbf814b95750bd14800e71cc6754a676d46c8435a7a8964", "createdAtBlock": 14516801, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 27, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmScoXyx8CGYtryhHeRhwMUgZig3Q4XaEzQzZfzuu3p27y", "name": "Penelope the Loyal", "text": "******************\n\nAs the boys and us ponies grew older, we got stronger and more skilled. This was put to the test one night when we all snuck out of the tribes encampment for a moonlit ride through Crystal Gorge. A unique landmark in the Expanse, the gorge was a narrow pass between two large formations of ice crystals. When lit by the northern lights, as they were on this night, the crystals would glow with otherworldly color. It was a mesmerizing scene, and I will never forget it.\n\nThe boys could only look from side to side in wonderment as we walked through. What made it even more wondrous, was that all the crystals glistened with moisture, diffracting the colorful lights further. We had never visited before during these conditions, so we didnt know that we were in mortal danger.\n\nOur first warning was a sharp CRACK! as a crystal suddenly broke off of its base, far up above. The fragment tumbled down toward us, hitting and breaking off bits of other crystals on the way. Almost immediately after, we heard more cracks - it appeared that somehow, the crystals integrity was breaking down! A fallen crystal landed nearby, and a fragment grazed Dannys arm, opening a cut. We all stared at it for a few seconds until Sammy suddenly shouted, Its all coming down, we gotta get out NOW!\n\nAtom and I didnt need to be told twice. We immediately turned around and galloped back the way we came. More and more crystals started cracking and falling down around us. We did our best to avoid them, but they kept coming down faster - it appeared that the entire gorge would get inundated!"}
{"id": "2e142fa2-a8a6-4692-a32f-416c9e594b27-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:49.046", "backgroundColor": "#0b031e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPZmh9VEnNGA8edPV4RbZYi9dXgrnVv1CyMTwtV9nXo9a", "txHash": "0x20018397c33ac1705fbf814b95750bd14800e71cc6754a676d46c8435a7a8964", "createdAtBlock": 14516801, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 27, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmScoXyx8CGYtryhHeRhwMUgZig3Q4XaEzQzZfzuu3p27y", "name": "Penelope the Loyal", "text": "I noticed Danny making incantations as we ran. His Neptune Rune gave him some ability to control ice. But this was too much ice, he needed more power! I neighed and tossed my head towards my brother. He would need Atom for this one.\n\nDanny understood immediately and shouted, Sammy, do a running switch, I can stop this! The twins maneuvered us side by side, and and although we were almost frantic with terror, luckily Atom and I are evenly matched in our speed and endurance, so we stayed close, even as we ran for our lives.\n\nDoing a running switch at full gallop would have been considered excessively dangerous in most other situations; the brothers had only successfully completed it at a trot previously. But to their credit, they didnt hesitate - Sammy called out then immediately leaped in the air between Atom and me while Danny simultaneously darted sideways under him. Both boys stayed on horseback, although Danny had a few tense moments scrambling up to a secure position atop Atom.\n\nMeanwhile, the cascade of crashing crystals had flanked us, and they were filling the path ahead. It sounded as if the stars themselves were coming down around us in a twinkling cacophony. The boys pulled us to a halt as Danny, now attuned with Atom, unleashed his ice magic with a scream. Just as a rush of crystal fragments were about to bury us, they suddenly froze back in place as Dannys spell took hold. What was once a wonder of crystalline sculptures, now resembled a torrent of rushing daggers, frozen in place.\n\nAll of us had suffered various cuts and bruises where some of the crystals had hit us, but due to the heroics of the boys, we hadnt been grievously wounded. Atom and I were grateful that wed been paired with such courageous souls. So I was surprised when Danny suddenly hugged me. \n\nThank you, thank you Penelope and Atom! You did great! gushed Danny."}
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{"id": "623a6960-1727-496d-aa61-506de2d2fa28-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:50.16", "backgroundColor": "#15145b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcGD5SGoP31vGqt7b1QFBPeSSTYKkThA4cugnvXbPEcPy", "txHash": "0xb50c62aa2c65917ae587fc3c6477ad30354d3ccdfdc6ad3606e0afbcd1f78b58", "createdAtBlock": 14517526, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 322, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/923976451026456637/960325789700747264/ponyride.gif", "name": "Newton the Sweet", "text": "## Newton the Sweet OR 'Newt' (Diary Entry 4th April 2022)\n\nI am Newton the Sweet but I also go by 'Newt'. 'Newt' is the nickname given to me by my Wizard Master @wizard2710. I got the second part of my name 'Sweet' for two reasons. Firstly I love sweet things like apples, sugar cubes and carrot cake! Secondly my master says I am the sweetest pony he has ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love hugs and kisses and love being around my master.\n\nI help my Master Wizard 'Thornie' with everything from bringing home ingredients for his potions and concoctions from the markets to transporting him on important Wizard business. \n\nI was born with the Rune of the Sun mark which means I am a very special pony with unique magic qualities which are amplified on hot summer days  when the sun is shining brightly. \n\nMy Master tells me that in the right conditions, with a little encouragement from him, I can summon extreme strength comparable to 1000 horses. I don't know about all that, I am just happy to be alive and kicking in this beautiful world."}
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{"id": "7b516ccd-5f36-4eba-96ca-e59ee55c97c2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:33:52.697", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNkyGpeedzoN9JkQuY282mDComAPdH4vY3qosvuDZGzcH", "txHash": "0x2542a68e8975b593058a97e961a7af8400153bb2993906d008a90eaf909b6068", "createdAtBlock": 14523384, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9329, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Summoner Yanlin of the Reach", "text": "# The Lore of Summoner Yanlin of the Reach\n\n_The girl who wanted food..._\n\nDesperate times lead to desperate measures. Stranded on an adventure very high in the Morwen Mountain, Yanlin fought to breathe due to the altitude. \n\n\n\n### **Lost.**\n\n\n\nHer father died when she was young. Her mother, struggling to raise her and two other siblings on her own, often unintentionally neglected Yanlin. She was the middle child, which exacerbated this neglect. Thus, Yanlin found solace with her wolf companion, Chadd. \n\nChadd never left her side. He was here now, freezing. \n\nDesperate for food and warmth, they noticed a light coming from a clearing in the side of one of the mountains. \n\n### **The alcove.**\n\nAs they approached, the light got stronger, still dim overall but  . \n\nEven more noticeable than the light was the pang of hunger.\n\nFinally reaching the alcove, all that lay there was an alter and an egg. She peered at it, with its fantastic blue spots. \n\n\"This was sent for me. My ancestors are smiling upon me,\" she said, almost in tears of joy.\n\nThe alter rumbled. This was no ordinary alter. It seemed to have a faint glow and bellow. Yanlin did not investigate. It was time to cook.\n\nPlacing a large flat stone on the alter, she started a flame..."}
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{"id": "d3028f42-3108-482c-8ac4-a0700863d361-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:05.511", "backgroundColor": "#32224c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxjnYGYeNQATPaLdK1Ly9TGPJu93Z8KTkiS5PufQvSRT", "txHash": "0x155009d76052fdd00f236f25105a616b98620117bb927070851028eb8e492b3e", "createdAtBlock": 14533822, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6247, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of the Event Horizon", "text": "Milton wasn't always a wicked wizard. He grew up with a pretty normal life. \n\nHowever, normal doesn't always mean delightful. Being a little smaller in size, Milton always seemed to be picked on in school.\n\nWhile hanging out on the playground alone, a mystical, giant ladybug approached him and whispered in his ears, \"Milton, come with me. I can show you how to defend yourself.\"\n\nYou see, the giant ladybug used to be a small ladybug. He was just as sick and tired of being picked on, so he learned the dark arts and cast a spell allowing him to grow in size and power. \n\nThe ladybug quickly showed Milton the dark ways and Milton enjoyed his newfound power. He crafted his staff made of the legendary moon rock and studied the magic of the planets. \n\nMilton and the ladybug grew in power together and grew in fascination with the sun. They knew that it produced a power unlike any of the planets they studied. \n\nSo they decided together, to walk in the flame and to feel the warmth and power of the sun..."}
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{"id": "d7aed892-305f-4976-88cb-5ab1497b151a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:07.088", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSAopkKQJZo5KE9NPiojVKd1u2AdyK3GD4Y2RheYS7Gt", "txHash": "0xfbcc19f59fe95ec115293829daa746953ae047dfa4e2bdf3a852be746bda6dda", "createdAtBlock": 14534154, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8997, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Tundra", "text": "Burning on top of a white candle, a single flame danced with the breeze. Angus could stare at the flickering flame for hours, watching the flame dance. It drew him in, brought him peace, tranquility, and clarity. The candle in its many forms had been with him his whole life. From the moment he first opened his eyes with true sight he saw the flame. At first glance, it had sat upon a deep red candle, slowly cascading a small stream of liquid wax down its side. The flame from that scarlett candle allowed him to see his mother for the first time. He smiled with the warmth that the memory gave him. He recalled another memory listening to his father whisper incantations as a candle burned. Then meals he ate with his brother were accompanied by a candle. The hours spent studying tomes and scrolls a candle constantly lit his path of thirst and knowledge. Thus it was a given that when Angus reached the status of Arcanist he imbued his magical essence into a candle. This single candle, pure white of body, stood about a hand's length on top of a gold candelabra. Black runes etched the side of the grip that seemed to devour the light in. The one, lone candle stood the same height, regardless of how long the flame burned. The wax gave way, slowly rolling off the edge and down the body only to dissipate into nothingness as it touched the warm metal of the grip. In this, the candle held everything Angus felt and knew."}
{"id": "d7aed892-305f-4976-88cb-5ab1497b151a-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:07.088", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSAopkKQJZo5KE9NPiojVKd1u2AdyK3GD4Y2RheYS7Gt", "txHash": "0xfbcc19f59fe95ec115293829daa746953ae047dfa4e2bdf3a852be746bda6dda", "createdAtBlock": 14534154, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8997, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Tundra", "text": "Our wizard was an honest man and thoughts of power or evil never made home in his mind, hence the pure white of the candle. What drove him was curiosity and the need to see and experience. The candle when lit cast its light into any corner, that was its purpose to bring sight with-in the darkness. Anguss candle did just that and more, with a snap of his fingers the flame sprang to life and anywhere a candle burned it served as a window or door of transportation for Angus. Anywhere that basked in candle light was now within his sight. Throughout the years he watched as wizards developed new magic, he spied on treachery of house politics, even the birth of a baby. Everything was now an open book to him, he was able to take in and watch all manners of life, and on occasion experiencing it for himself. When held, the candelabra opened a portal where Angus could step through and feel the cold stone floor of the secret tower, or bask in the warm breeze of Asmodeuss surf.    Angus found pleasure watching the world unfold, rarely feeling the need to interfere. It was not his role to take action, but to merely watch, sometimes experience, yet always to learn. His pleasant nature, however, would not allow evils to go unhindered, which he intruded as indirectly as possible. There was a time where he thwarted an evil attempt to make a potion of blindness meant for some poor soul.  Just as his sinister peer looked away he quickly dropped some rainbow dew and pixie dust into the brew, rendering it useless.   So from his tower situated far into the cold tundra, Angus watched and experienced life."}
{"id": "d7aed892-305f-4976-88cb-5ab1497b151a-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:07.088", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSAopkKQJZo5KE9NPiojVKd1u2AdyK3GD4Y2RheYS7Gt", "txHash": "0xfbcc19f59fe95ec115293829daa746953ae047dfa4e2bdf3a852be746bda6dda", "createdAtBlock": 14534154, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8997, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Angus of the Tundra", "text": "Time passed. Births and deaths witnessed, then one day, as if on cue, it all changed. He had been studying when he heard the chime of bells. It sounded as though it was just a bit away, however regardless of which direction he turned it seemed to always come from behind him, just beyond his reach. He spent days researching mystic bells and weeks searching through candle light for this chime. He felt mad and exhausted, but sleep did not find him as he was haunted by his need. After cycles of sun and moon, peering by candle light, he felt it. Intense heat emitted. His hands shook as he grasped his candle. His eyes watered as a shape began to take form, a single flame dancing above a floating stone shaped like a rhombus. In its light, Angus saw a skull, a tulip and for some odd reason, he picked up the scent of raspberry jam filling the air. There were other items in his peripheral, strewn across the floor just beyond the flames light, but Angus could only focus on the single flame. The heat, the dance and the bells called to him. As he stepped closer he felt the darkness, the power and the dread held up in the fire. This didnt dissuade him, this moment he stood in front of the ultimate flame! How could he walk away? How could he turn his back on this entity before him? He could reach the pinnacle of his mystic being, he had found the ultimate candle. And with that thought he stepped closer"}
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{"id": "be9829ee-b1be-4792-a87f-95e30589c86c-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T05:20:16.886", "backgroundColor": "#11071a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNcfwUDirP8qRkrmbjPCZzrKwWYJ3SVNcxSTDmejBotH8", "txHash": "0x68bd2d361cd24b8d726698e9f0e336aeed7db737bc16d06a94fc4fde356936fe", "createdAtBlock": 15457311, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9846, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS3HxqioUAYw5ZVbUmd8J9nDPusyJG4K7e6pSiXJvZhcE", "name": "Medium Apollo of the Cosmos", "text": "# Medium Apollo of the Cosmos\n--\n\n\n\n\nRunes is an ancient art, a game that to most seems to have always existed. There are a select few who remember its birth, but they keep this story to themselves as to not taint what the game has become.\n\nMedium Apollo of the Cosmos is not one of these ancient wizards, but he knows the most important thing about Runes: it binds. The bonds created through shared experiences are some of the most powerful spells in the Runiverse. People sit down to play a game, but little do they know they are performing magic. They enchant the other, they enchant themselves.\n\nAn invitation to play and the acceptance. Sealed with a nod, handshake, a smile...\n\nPresenting yourself to another, coexisting in the same space. Vulnerable...\n\nThe flipping through the cards as you find your hand to play with...\n\nThe positioning of the board, in between the two players. A bridge...\n\nPlacing the cards on the board, allowing a story to unfold. A story within a story...\n\nThe resolution of the game, the acknowledgment of the victor. A celebration...\n\nAnd the departure. Separate but now tethered by magic.\n\nApollo knows this magic all too well. Growing up, he played Runes with some of his best friends in various basements, kitchen tables, and local card shops. They spent countless hours sparring, laughing, bonding. As Apollo grew up, naturally him & his friends played less as responsibilities blossomed. But this didnt sit right with him. What Runes gave him & his friends growing up was lacking in the world around him. People walked past each other without recognizing anyone. They occupied the same space without really coexisting. They interacted but those interactions were shallow, without meaning. And when they parted ways, nothing persisted to bind them."}
{"id": "be9829ee-b1be-4792-a87f-95e30589c86c-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T05:20:16.886", "backgroundColor": "#11071a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNcfwUDirP8qRkrmbjPCZzrKwWYJ3SVNcxSTDmejBotH8", "txHash": "0x68bd2d361cd24b8d726698e9f0e336aeed7db737bc16d06a94fc4fde356936fe", "createdAtBlock": 15457311, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9846, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS3HxqioUAYw5ZVbUmd8J9nDPusyJG4K7e6pSiXJvZhcE", "name": "Medium Apollo of the Cosmos", "text": "Feeling the weight of a world without magic, he walked to a park him and his friends would frequently play cards in during the hot summers. He sat down & with his head in hands, found himself lost and asking himself a question he didn't know the answer to. As he lifted his head, hoping to see the answer in the Cosmos above him he was greeted by a little girl standing next to the table.\n\nGirl: _Up for a game?_\n\nShe reached out to him, and in her hand was a small pile of Runes cards. He accepted.\n\nShe gleefully sat down and placed the board in between them. The two played dozens of games. He flipped through the cards that he knew all too well but felt like he hadnt seen in an eternity. They laughed and cheered each other on. He felt that feeling. The magic that he was missing.\n\nGirl: _Apollo, the world needs people to bring it together. You dont have to live in a world without magic._\n\nApollo: _But how?_\n\nThe little girl smirked. She took a card out of a chest pocket and placed it face down on the table.\n\nGirl: _You know what to do!_\n\nA light breeze started to blow just hard enough to push the card off of the table. Apollo bent down to pick up it up & when he finally rose she was gone.\n\nHe looked at the card & on it he found an image of himself.\n\nShe was right, Apollo knew what he had to do. He traveled back to his childhood home & gathered all of the Runes cards that him and his friends used to play with.\n\nNow, whenever someone is looking for respite, craving a connection, or needing a touch of fun, Apollo is there with cards in hand.\n\nApollo: _Up for a game?_\n\n\n\n--\n\nCredit to @_giveahoot & ozzzmabro"}
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{"id": "7cd10f70-0ed8-4617-901e-9f82841ac138-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:23.308", "backgroundColor": "#4a1f62", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU1x6sb7hoQYMbrMgFDgCvG9ogcrftaXdRj5PNRBK7rU3", "txHash": "0xef485b4261e1aab93f0fd626e039642f7a1ae92be3bba6fbf42b91c37a1fe2c3", "createdAtBlock": 14546841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5025, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Fugh ", "text": "# Shaman Fugh\n\n## Prologue\n\n> _The poor, in their despondence and ill fortune, prefer to cling\nto their conviction that ill fortune  their lowly lot in life -\nsurely comes not\nfrom their own actions or lack thereof, but are\na result of the cosmos' great conspiracy against them.\nRegardless of how hard they work, how devoutly they prey,\nsurely, they would ever end up as the lowest caste._\n> \n> _The wealthy will, of course, be adamant of their superiority\nand the insistence that there is something tangible, some aspect\nof their character - perhaps the very blood in their veins - that\nsets them apart. Why else, they would ask, would they be so\nfortunate and elevated, far above the riff and the raff, if not\nfor their excellence?_\n> \n> _Clearly, they are both entirely wrong._\n> \n> _Yet the truth still eludes me, seek as I may._\n> \n> _If fortune favors the bold and brave, then what of the kind-\nhearted? Perhaps we have been measuring success entirely\nwrong this whole time._\n> \n> \n> Inheritance vs. Experience\n> \n> _Author Unknown_\n\n\n\"Fugh!\"\n\nFor just a second his name, exclaimed with such volume, brought him back to his youth. Very much an average Kobold family they were far from wealthy, and he had always struggled with his twelve siblings: fighting for scraps, vying for father's scant attention, competing for mothers favor. He had mostly lost on all accounts, ever the runt. He was never fast enough to eat first, nor strong enough to join the Horde with father. And, snapping back to the present, still unsure if his name, Fugh, was indeed a given name or simply an exclamation of disgust and annoyance."}
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{"id": "7cd10f70-0ed8-4617-901e-9f82841ac138-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:23.308", "backgroundColor": "#4a1f62", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU1x6sb7hoQYMbrMgFDgCvG9ogcrftaXdRj5PNRBK7rU3", "txHash": "0xef485b4261e1aab93f0fd626e039642f7a1ae92be3bba6fbf42b91c37a1fe2c3", "createdAtBlock": 14546841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5025, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Fugh ", "text": "Immediately his vision exploded with visions, his scrawny frame veritably crowded by spirits, all extremely agitated, blurring his vision. Quickly closing his eyes, and severing his connection to the Spirit Realm, he gasped and took a step back. \"Are you alright?!\" the man surged forward to grasp his wrist in support, but the contact only made the magical aura surrounding the man explode again in Fugh's mind. Roughly disengaging from the man, Fught shook his head to clear it.\n\n\"Ser, I am fine. Please, how may I be of service?\" he asked, keeping a calm faade. There was definitely something converging on this man, to have the spirits in such an uproar. \n\n\"It is my son, you see. He is not well, will not take food nor drink,\" the stranger wailed, tears in his eyes. They seemed not malevolent, these spirits, and their intensity made for a difficult reading, however this felt significant; Much more so than any others he has ever witnessed. _Who is this man, or perhaps more importantly who is his son?_ he thought. \n\n\"I will find you tonight, leave now, but first what is your son's name?\" he asked.\n\n\"Thank you, thank you! He bears the name of his great-grandfather, his name is _Samael_, he gushed as he turned around and ran, soon disappearing in the crowds."}
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{"id": "55236436-01ca-4e98-aec5-824e25bcc30d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:20.283", "backgroundColor": "#171515", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWq4EsTAN83rCBaDYNhtMnKkxnEV4PaTVYysbqgoQ1kuK", "txHash": "0x998ec475683e3ae19ca15c3cef4333395a1d3e968a7e71dfc07ec66950441bab", "createdAtBlock": 14546563, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9760, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Channel 1 Poltergeist Orpheus of the Hell Chamber", "text": "# Static\n\nThe sound of soft static came from the ether. The Total Void of Absolute Nothingness had opened up. An event that hadn't happened since what seemed to be the dawn of time. The void overshadowed the sun, blanketing the Runiverse, too, in nothingness. A dark black cloud hung over the land for days. A constant static that seemed to drown out all magical capabilities from the wizards. \n\nOne day, faint light appeared from within the nothingness. Illuminating the sky as a single candle would light a room. As the wizards regained their sight, a white figure followed the ember glow. As the objects grew nearer, the wizards realized that it was the cult of the Channel 1 Poltergeists that had opened up the void. They had sent through Orpheus, and his blaze frog, Ethereal, to study the land. For what? The wizards had no clue. The white figure, Orpheus, once within site, whisked away with the wind, floating off to an unknown location to take watch, to study, to learn. The darkness was growing stronger. Only time would be able to tell how strong."}
{"id": "9dbedac5-1559-447a-bb6e-0e2f41456ad4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:33.706", "backgroundColor": "#75377e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTUHQrj9GXy9CE4BRWURTKXRnWPhwwLkhVGya6p37W3A", "txHash": "0x76abb07a0ac85a30c398dbc754d275fe76f49a1379feef45311d0a66ca25fcd5", "createdAtBlock": 14746045, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes", "text": "# **The Lore of Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes**\n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n\n\nHemmingway the Hummingbird looked at Apollo over the shoulder of a Yellow Wizard and raised an eyebrow as the party mage rummaged around in his wallet.     \nApollo looked back at his flying friend and smiled as if to say, Dont worry, I know what Im doing.\n\nWhen the Yellow Wizard eventually looked up from his wallet he gave Apollo a business card that said;    \n\n\n```\nMAGIC & FUN      \neverything you need and more      \n+5598-020-GOOD\n\n```  \n  \n\n  \n \"Call me when you get to the Alchemists Archipelago, Ill give you the instructions when youre there.\"\n\n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n\nArchmagus Apollo of the Dunes and his Hummingbird Hemmingway had spent the long weekend at the Yellow Wizards Haven meeting old friends and networking with new business partners. With summer just around the corner; they needed to prepare. This meant that they were going to The Alchemists Archipelago, the only place that he could be sure to find the stock he would need for his best customers. \n\nEvery year in the festival season Apollo would set up a stall at the Haven selling many of the general goods he would also sell in the city, plus some special extras he only stocked because of the roaring demand for a good time. The money was good and the season enjoyable enough that it was worth the trip. The Yellow Wizards were generally good natured and they liked Apollos laid back approach which kept him coming back year after year.  \n\nThe way to the Archipelago was long but Apollo and the Hummingbird Hemmingway made sure to enjoy as much of it as they could, for they knew that the journey back - with cargo - would be tougher.  \n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---"}
{"id": "9dbedac5-1559-447a-bb6e-0e2f41456ad4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:33.706", "backgroundColor": "#75377e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTUHQrj9GXy9CE4BRWURTKXRnWPhwwLkhVGya6p37W3A", "txHash": "0x76abb07a0ac85a30c398dbc754d275fe76f49a1379feef45311d0a66ca25fcd5", "createdAtBlock": 14746045, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes", "text": "---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---  \n\n\n \nThey were a little under halfway through the journey when they reached a crossroads. \n\n\nSitting outside of a small shack under a sign that read  \"TOLL\" was a rotund creature that was humming to itself and tapping rhythms onto a crate. With a green complexion and bare feet, it became clear as they grew closer that what they saw was a Kobold. The Kobold had no idea of their presence and seemed deeply contented. Its eyes were closed and the tune it hummed was cheerful and boyish. \n\nAs they approached, Apollo readied himself for chaos to break out. Some of the Kobolds are wizards whilst others are warriors, but all are unpredictable. Whilst Kobolds had a reputation for being brutish in particular circles, to Apollo the claims were often unsubstantiated and seemed to be routed in discrimination. He had heard stories of ambushes but knew that unless a Kobold was a wizard, it was unlikely that they would know how to respond to any spells he might cast. The hummingbird had flown a few meters higher into the air to keep a lookout as Apollo began to speak:\n\n> Hey there!\n \n> The Kobold was startled and fell backwards off its stool. A laugh escaped from Apollos mouth but he was able to collect himself.\n\n> I didnt mean to scare you!, he continued, I had thought about pretending not to see you but I didnt think youd fall for it!\n\n> The Kobold looked up from the ground to see Apollo smiling at him with a glint his eye. The Kobold didnt seem to get the joke and stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off of his ripped trousers. \n\n> Stop right there! You must pay a toll to pass the Kobolds Crossroads!    \n\n> The Kobold looked around as if he were expecting to be backed up by some friends, but nobody appeared."}
{"id": "9dbedac5-1559-447a-bb6e-0e2f41456ad4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:33.706", "backgroundColor": "#75377e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTUHQrj9GXy9CE4BRWURTKXRnWPhwwLkhVGya6p37W3A", "txHash": "0x76abb07a0ac85a30c398dbc754d275fe76f49a1379feef45311d0a66ca25fcd5", "createdAtBlock": 14746045, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes", "text": "> Ierrr.well.ummm, the Kobold fumbled his words.    \n\n> Apollo and the hummingbird remained still, waiting, amused at what was unfolding before them. Looking down at his feet and then up again at Apollo, the Kobold fell silent.      Out of the silence, the sound of what could have been a dozen pigs snoring came from the shack behind the singular toll collector. \n\n>Youre the first traveler to pass through here since we set up, the Kobold admitted, We kind of had a big party yesterday! I wasnt drinking, though.\n\n>     I see, replied Apollo, Thatll be why I can hear some snoring from that shack then?\n\n>     The Kobold cracked a smile, Yep, thats my friend!    \n\n> Well, replied Apollo, If you let me pass safely    \n\n> He winked at Hemmingway the Hummingbird who had flown around to have a look inside of the shack.    \n\n> \"I can bring back some hangover herbs for the next time you have a party.\n\n>     Hangover herbs?\n\n> Yes! Theyre some of my best sellers over the festival season. Youll be as fresh as a daisy in the morning even if youve been on a 5-day bender! Theres a few minor side-effects but nothing that lasts.    \n\n> The Kobold seemed to have stopped listening and was lost in a daydream about daisies or something.\n\n> Do you want me to get some for you and your friends? asked Apollo.\n\n> What? The Hangover Herbs? Yes! Definitely!    \n\n> The Kobold stood up straighter - remembering that he was supposed to be doing an important job.\n\n> I will allow you to pass this time, traveler. You should bring us the best hangover herb you can find and we will pay you handsomely."}
{"id": "9dbedac5-1559-447a-bb6e-0e2f41456ad4-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:33.706", "backgroundColor": "#75377e", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdTUHQrj9GXy9CE4BRWURTKXRnWPhwwLkhVGya6p37W3A", "txHash": "0x76abb07a0ac85a30c398dbc754d275fe76f49a1379feef45311d0a66ca25fcd5", "createdAtBlock": 14746045, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes", "text": "> Apollo mirrored the Kobolds seriousness and saluted him. \nThe Kobold looked puzzled by the theatrics and this prompted Hemmingway to prod Apollo in the arm with his beak.     \n\n> As you wish!, Apollo replied to their newest customer, bowing, Well be back in a few weeks! \n\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---\n---  \n\n\nApollo and Hemmingway continued on their way towards The Alchemists Archipelago. Every year before this they had managed to avoid the Kobolds Crossroads, passing through the citadel to reach The Salt. This year however, they were going to stop by The Secret Tower on the way. There was a friend there who had secrets to spill about unrest bubbling under the surface in the city. As it turned out, skipping the city would turn out to be a good choice, but they did not know this yet.     \n\nEither way, it was good to know about the other routes they could take to and from the Yellow Wizards Haven to other regions of the realm. Apollo knew that if they were going to be traveling these routes, it was good to make friends with the locals, new or old. \n\nHemmingway felt he would have to temper Apollos comic sensibilities if he was to avoid them getting into trouble but Apollo thought of this as unnecessary nervousness. Anyway, having the Kobolds as friends would be useful if their special brew grew any more popular in the city They could talk about it in more detail on the way back, Apollo thought.     \n\nFirst, they would head to The Secret Tower. Then they needed to get to the Alchemists Archipelago. \n\nAnd so the journey continued"}
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{"id": "f98df05f-363a-4bc4-ad7f-f6eb9aefa580-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:24.107", "backgroundColor": "#20082a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQEXF3bEfgzJQoTqC6kYQ1gxoMnFfXZM61zXok7cDPRpd", "txHash": "0x134160369e6af8814f49c3424df87022153cc61d275cddf53dd6d3bdaa608582", "createdAtBlock": 14547054, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7536, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmboctNzvfosecMt6WbpF4EiWHBWVnTuhRr7a6HXgtLJ98", "name": "Adept Cairon of the Veil", "text": "# Cairon and the Classification of Magic\n \nWhen Cairon began to study magic, he realized how difficult it would be. There was no structure, no taxonomy, no classification! Cairon loved structure. Every word had to be in its place and every spell part of a category. Ever since he discovered his special gift, he tried to control the chaos.\n\nHe wrote the magic down as he knew it.\n\nThen he sorted the elements. Levitation and telekinesis. Conjuring and destruction. Clairvoyance and illusion. The power of time. Dark and light.\n\nBut his mind gave no rest. He had long since recorded in writing all that he had experienced himself, could find in the library, and could learn from his fellow students, but magic always found a new undescribed path. It could not be predicted.\n\nCairon created a spell-search-machine. But even though this machine helped him find every spell he knew, it could not control the chaos in his mind.\n\nCairon became more and more desperate and looked out into the Veil from the tower. There had to be the reason for the incalculable and the source of the missing order. But instead of moving out into the Veil, he created a new artifact to search magic. \n\nThe Orb. With the Orb he traveled through the Veil and explored it from the Blue Tower. And there he discovered the flames and how @soul4872 was created out of them. These Phantasms wandered through the Veil and created dark, all-new magic. Blackness.\n\nCairon understood. He took the Orb, finally left the tower, saddled the @pony188 and went in search of the Phantasms."}
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{"id": "1d1e8988-2064-42d8-ba64-cda3676f4c8a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:12.099", "backgroundColor": "#090000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNQnP6QHGe2KfhLXiL968Wg7r8EWWpWrWY1nsfMyjsoyr", "txHash": "0x5c245b9cade4c4627e00d1a5a1e450f8b8e4eb017e6a0e488cb0e604022a1b68", "createdAtBlock": 14541448, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7527, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hex Mage Cassandra of Limbo", "text": "# Straight Outta Limbo\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpi3FhPyyk8\n\nThis is for our Favourite Wizzie  \nPay respect for the Hex Mage  \nHex Mage Cassandra of the Limbo  \n\nCassandra Cassandra  \nBig ballin mantra  \nSpit it twice at night  \nAnd survive you might  \n\nSpooky from head to toe  \nShe ain't a no-name bimbo  \nFor she is the queen of shadow  \nWith her rabbit albino  \n\nEmpress of darkness  \nPrincess sorceress  \nDraped in her dark dress  \nBless her eternal rest  \n\nOh is it midnight?  \nJust you close the light  \nTrust the damn process  \nKnock knock who's there you guess  \n\nCassandra Cassandra  \nBig ballin mantra  \nSpit it twice at night  \nAnd survive you might  \n\nThere she is, under the willow  \nThe death wiz, Just let it go!  \nCome on, time for a solo  \nGo on, chime on the banjo  \n\n(banjo solo)\n\nPlay with fire get burned  \nYoull end up in an urn  \nClaimed her name  \nDie by the flame  \nA dangerous game  \nForgotten shame  \n\nBare her glare  \nA dare I flair  \nA stare of scare  \nKnock knock who's there  \n\nCassandra Cassandra  \nBig ballin mantra  \nSpit it twice at night  \nAnd survive you might  \n\nCass well never forget you  \nWe love you to the death boo!"}
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{"id": "a23f33de-d14b-462d-bf51-fdc18e85d54a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:13.529", "backgroundColor": "#752a93", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVjFQWfScwRntR3vr9XmJtuvaguWNtUDY4xgbsmha6QBE", "txHash": "0xcfae276a8b89f89e1add2917fa21905cc8fb819d5c5cb63b79416e4d194ef31a", "createdAtBlock": 14542565, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9926, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jean Leon of the Dunes", "text": "# A Sorcerer Returns\n\nHis white cat companion was new, as was the vile of blood of dubious origin. But otherwise, the Houngan sorcerer returned after years away looking much the same as when he left.\n\nJean Leon wouldnt speak of where he had been  or why he never placed down that blood. The collective sense was that those stories, and many more, would come out in time."}
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{"id": "a8fc8d2e-61df-4746-8833-9ab856142b5a-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T21:41:15.932", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYZNuwgyaN2hvhkou1kkoRWbPxbbGKCJabGmeqyAPpw4h", "txHash": "0xd7cbedde415df99bcb121386ca75bea40be507ad2b72734fd4794120d36869a2", "createdAtBlock": 15461553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4606, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jerret of the Obelisk", "text": "# The Tale of Jerret Finding His Familiar\n\nThe lore of Magus Jerret of the Obelisk, or simply Jerret as he is known, begins near the center of the Runiverse, an area known for three forests: Hedge Wizard Wood, The Fey, and The Thorn. Jerret grew up in these forests, and knew them well. Always curious with a strong sense of adventure and interest in magic, nature, and animals, young Jerret spent most of his free time outside exploring the forests around his home and observing wildlife. Out of all the animals, he particularly took a liking to wolves.\n\nJerret always had a fascination for wolves, and felt a strong connection towards them. In a sense, they felt familiar, but he couldnt quite explain these feelings.\n\nOne day, as a young wizard, Jerret was out exploring Hedge Wizard Wood, when he came to the edge overlooking Frog Master Marsh. Out into the marsh sat a large rock. Large and flat enough to sit on, but difficult to get to from the bank. But on this rock out in the marsh sat an Onyx Wolf cub, her eyes locked onto Jerret. Jerret didnt know how long this cub had been on this rock, or how she got there, but he knew that the cub needed help back to shore."}
{"id": "a8fc8d2e-61df-4746-8833-9ab856142b5a-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T21:41:15.932", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYZNuwgyaN2hvhkou1kkoRWbPxbbGKCJabGmeqyAPpw4h", "txHash": "0xd7cbedde415df99bcb121386ca75bea40be507ad2b72734fd4794120d36869a2", "createdAtBlock": 15461553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4606, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jerret of the Obelisk", "text": "Jerret looked around for anything to aid in his quest, and found a young tree, which was just long enough to bridge the gap between the bank and the rock in the marsh. Admiring the tree, Jerret proclaimed, This will be perfect! I know theres a spell in my Book of Magic to move it into place! Not yet a master, Jerret found the spell, gave it a shot, and it worked perfectly, if perfectly meant that the tree was turned into a shrub. Dang semantics, he said, as he approached another tree roughly the same size as the first. It was clear that he missed an inflection point on a key word of the spell.\n\nWith a flick of his wrist paired with precise syntax, the tree disconnected from its base with a click (like the sound made when opening a jar of jelly destined to fill a donut), turned horizontally, and gently levitated into place. This could provide a safe handrail for him to hold onto if he entered the water. Theres no telling how deep the water was at this location.\n\nThe cub saw this bridge and attempted to cross before Jerret could put down his book. She made her way onto the trunk and creeped towards the shore. Suddenly, the trunk pitched to the left and sent the cub into the water! A few of the cubs claws on her left paw held on to a limb as she stayed afloat. But Jerret knew that the limb was new and wouldnt hold for very long, even if the cub could. Smoothly, Jerret centered himself and executed a spell to pick up the top of the tree so that it stood up on the bank. Once upright, the limb that the wolf clung to snapped, and dropped the cub into Jerrets arms. They've been together ever since."}
{"id": "a8fc8d2e-61df-4746-8833-9ab856142b5a-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T21:41:15.932", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYZNuwgyaN2hvhkou1kkoRWbPxbbGKCJabGmeqyAPpw4h", "txHash": "0xd7cbedde415df99bcb121386ca75bea40be507ad2b72734fd4794120d36869a2", "createdAtBlock": 15461553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4606, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Jerret of the Obelisk", "text": "The young tree that Jerret placed on the bank of the marsh took root and continues to grow to this day. Its prominence is well known to the locals. The Onyx Wolf cub has reached maturity, but no one knows her age, nor the age of Jerret. Since the day Jerret found his Onyx Wolf, they have grown together and explored many of the forests of the Runiverse. Some say that the !magic Jerret used that day immortalized the wolf, which made it so that she ages with the wizard, but some secrets are better off unsolved."}
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{"id": "9a782fc2-6575-43ac-abce-f200c89a771e-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-03T02:29:00.131", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd1wBDJy2LRUtD9jK9b2y1UJhroXbowQKWFubhB6QpiA8", "txHash": "0x7f1e377ac2889e2d25dd7d4dbc05b51f60b83faeb78bd193f003749c17a6969d", "createdAtBlock": 15466608, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcBRJMt3FucF26P8vmRMgQcqSL5D2c9QsiktdsAQzhbqM", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "# WAR MACHINE RISING\n## [PART I]\n#\n\n#\nThe shadowed entrance to the cathedral ruins is a welcome sight to the heretic. It wasnt a long journey from the cave, but he's eager to be home. Home is the best place to wallow in your own self-pity. Aldus is about to begin preparations for a guidance spell when he spots the black wolf following him.\n\nIve seen you before. Where did you come from?\" Aldus scratches his head. \"More importantly, why are you here? he asks, perplexed."}
{"id": "9a782fc2-6575-43ac-abce-f200c89a771e-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-03T02:29:00.131", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd1wBDJy2LRUtD9jK9b2y1UJhroXbowQKWFubhB6QpiA8", "txHash": "0x7f1e377ac2889e2d25dd7d4dbc05b51f60b83faeb78bd193f003749c17a6969d", "createdAtBlock": 15466608, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcBRJMt3FucF26P8vmRMgQcqSL5D2c9QsiktdsAQzhbqM", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "The regal onyx wolf just stares at the heretic without expression before scanning the new environment. Pleasantly surprised to see many bones littering the ground, the wolf ignores the heretics questions and searches for a comfortable spot to rest. Aldus is lost in thought for a moment. His mind drifts to memories of his lost legions and dark commanders. His failure incessantly continues to torture him. In the past, Aldus led a campaign across the world, seizing lands and toppling kingdoms  earning ominous titles such as Aldus the Black, and more commonly known, The Heretic. That all came to an end when he was unknowingly cursed with forgetfulness and left his legions, resulting in their downfall. He is pulled from his woeful reverie by the smell of stale blood. Nearby, a human corpse hangs upside down from a hook and length of chain secured to the rafters. Below the corpse is a large black cauldron, positioned to collect blood from the exsanguinated body above. The heretic approaches the cauldron, dips a finger into the amassed blood, and frowns. The supply had coagulated during his recent adventure. To augment his black magic, he typically smears blood upon the cathedral walls in the shape of runes, which activate by the light of the moon to become magical conduits. However, only fresh blood will do. His gaze drifts to the wolf.\n\nGet up! This isnt the time to sleep! OUT! Go fetch me a victim. I dont care who or what it is, but be quick about it! shouts Aldus. He isnt sure if it his yelling which sends the wolf away or if it actually understands him. Either way, he is content to be alone for a while."}
{"id": "9a782fc2-6575-43ac-abce-f200c89a771e-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-03T02:29:00.131", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd1wBDJy2LRUtD9jK9b2y1UJhroXbowQKWFubhB6QpiA8", "txHash": "0x7f1e377ac2889e2d25dd7d4dbc05b51f60b83faeb78bd193f003749c17a6969d", "createdAtBlock": 15466608, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcBRJMt3FucF26P8vmRMgQcqSL5D2c9QsiktdsAQzhbqM", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "His solitude is short-lived, as the onyx wolf returns to the cathedral ruins with a lifeless hare dangling from its massive jaw. Without a word or hesitation, the heretic steps forward, crouches, and places his hand on the hare. Feeling warmth, the heretic stands and appraises the wolf in a new light.\n\nWell, you may prove to be more useful than I first thought. Drop the hare over there, Aldus says pointing. I will call you  Fellheart.\n\nThe onyx wolf completes the task and selects a large radius bone to chew on while he watches the heretic collect blood from the small dead animal. The dark sorcerer tops the cauldron off with fresh blood and begins his craft. He marks two expertly drawn runes of brimstone and air and closes his eyes.\n\nO Nightmare Imp, behemoth of the night sky, offer me guidance. I once was whole, but now I am lost. Show me the way forward!\n\nAldus dips his fingers in the warm blood again and prepares to draw the final rune needed to cast the spell. He paints the beginning of a crimson arc and pauses. His hand slides downward along the wall and all remaining poise drains from the fallen sorcerer as he cannot remember the rest of the spell. He violently kicks the cauldron over in rage, causing a startled Fellheart to drop his prized bone. Aldus slumps to the floor and remains there against the wall for an indeterminate amount of time."}
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{"id": "37e5d260-061f-4276-92df-eafff18142db-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:21.082", "backgroundColor": "#256542", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNhGKYj3CwALxB5WC2tsFYWx54FL3XuH3FXmp4AEe699L", "txHash": "0xf57757b0f71cf192c543819f3dc2d81d6292354a12cf8e107d616826ef7bf5b2", "createdAtBlock": 14546656, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 561, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Lumos of the Tower", "text": "The Bullfrog Experiment \n\nLumos was an odd child. Growing up in the basement of the Tower, never seeing the light of day. He grew to admire odd hobbies and interesting beings. An affectionate friend of his was the bullfrog that lived in the damp corners of the room Lumos slept in. They would run around in the darkness, playing hide and seek for hours upon hours. As Lumos grew older, he begin to resent his bullfrog companion as he was able to sneak out of the tower through the small cracks in the basement. \n\nAlthough Lumos loved the Tower, it was his home after all, he yearned for more. For the outside. Locked in since birth, he thought he would never have the chance to witness the world beyond. The Runiverse. On one quite depressive day, an idea came to him. The bullfrog would sometimes shed its skin, and with it, a slime of potent nature. To the touch of a wizard's hand, it burned and singed the skin. \n\nLumos began collecting this slime in the glass beakers that were left behind by the last wizard locked in the basement. After he had a dozen beakers full, he tied each one in a line, attaching the final beaker to the bullfrogs back leg. If his plan were to be successful, the next time the bullfrog escapes out into the beyond, he will carry the slimed beakers through the cracks in the walls, releasing the potent slime to slowly eat away at the bricks one by one on his way out."}
{"id": "37e5d260-061f-4276-92df-eafff18142db-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:21.082", "backgroundColor": "#256542", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNhGKYj3CwALxB5WC2tsFYWx54FL3XuH3FXmp4AEe699L", "txHash": "0xf57757b0f71cf192c543819f3dc2d81d6292354a12cf8e107d616826ef7bf5b2", "createdAtBlock": 14546656, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 561, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Lumos of the Tower", "text": "A week had passed and the hole had grown wider and wider, nearly large enough for Lumos to begin his journey out into the beyond. His resentment soon turned to love for his bullfrog friend. Without him, the beyond would have forever been out of reach. Once it was time, Lumos, followed by his bullfrog, shimmied their way through the newly formed tunnel until light begin to shine through. One last push is all it took and Lumos had escaped the Tower. He looked down at his tattered clothes and his green flesh. Forever stained by the darkness of the Tower, but infinitely grateful for the chance to explore the beyond."}
{"id": "236670fa-1063-498d-8370-986eebb1dad8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:35.1", "backgroundColor": "#1a4912", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWzMSTSi61jwMe5yKDvLv8Jcdj2rEcy5xCwrPiz9vdQdQ", "txHash": "0x97a8902074c4d5ab62179290de8a9fbb620d9ae858f18722ae4928582085e850", "createdAtBlock": 14549919, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4892, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Darick of the Atheneum", "text": "The *icy* breeze rustled dead branches in the distance, it reminded Darick to stay alert...\n\n'What is it I am doing here?' he thought, his mind still cloudy. Darick was shaking slightly, his nerves getting the better of him in anticipation of what awaited.\n\n\nYou see, Darick had found himself at the edge of The Thorn with his eyes fixated straight at what was ahead of him...the outer gates of Goblin Town.\n\nAfter escaping from the Atheneum and retreating to the Battle Mage Mountains for many years of training, Darick decided to finally visit the Capital and see it for himself. He spent a few days there, but the grandeur of it all was starting to fade and Darick decided to spend an afternoon at one of the Capital's many Taverns. Well, what was just an afternoon pitstop turned into all night affair. He'd ran into quite the crowd! First was the Huntress with her serpentine familiar, she'd just been back from an adventure of sorts chasing down and capturing a very obscure creature within Frog Master Marsh. He couldn't remember what it was, but he could remember the 5 or so Kobold Koolaids they had together...then things got a bit fuzzy \n\nHe remembers singing a few songs with a trio of Swashbucklers, he didn't know any of the words or anything just kinda swayed and sang as best he could......and he drank, oh yes, he drank more. Those guys can really drink, let me tell you...\n\nThen there was the Hue Master who told some awfully funny stories, so funny infact, that Darick fell off the stool more than once while laughing uncontrollably. Then he drank *more*...\n\nThat's the last he remembers of the night."}
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{"id": "236670fa-1063-498d-8370-986eebb1dad8-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:35.1", "backgroundColor": "#1a4912", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWzMSTSi61jwMe5yKDvLv8Jcdj2rEcy5xCwrPiz9vdQdQ", "txHash": "0x97a8902074c4d5ab62179290de8a9fbb620d9ae858f18722ae4928582085e850", "createdAtBlock": 14549919, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4892, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Darick of the Atheneum", "text": "\"Darick, my name is...well, my name is not of consequence. What *is* of consequence is that my underlings have been searching the Capital for a wizard who fits a certain profile........for a job that must be completed before the Sun rises tomorrow. Although, I have been made aware of your indulgent night, I trust it will not keep you from accepting my proposal. 'What *is* my proposal', you ask? That is the most important question, no doubt. **First**, let me tell you what I offer to complete your quest. If the quest is completed by the rising of the next Sun - you, Darick of Atheneum, will receive a plot of land of my choosing. In addition, you will receive **60** barrels of Kobold Koolaid and your choice of any of my extensively trained field dogs from my hunting estate. But......you must do this for me now: I need you to find a certain goblin who is quite well-known; a trader of various exotic and enchanted items. Most of these items he has received by means of thievery and his murderous ways. The goblin has taken something from me. Something of significant consequence. What it is - I cannot say to you, but the item is within a jewel-shaped box chiseled from a rare purple crystal.\"\n\n*Darick rubs his eyes and shakes his head bit to clear the cobwebs*"}
{"id": "236670fa-1063-498d-8370-986eebb1dad8-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:35.1", "backgroundColor": "#1a4912", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWzMSTSi61jwMe5yKDvLv8Jcdj2rEcy5xCwrPiz9vdQdQ", "txHash": "0x97a8902074c4d5ab62179290de8a9fbb620d9ae858f18722ae4928582085e850", "createdAtBlock": 14549919, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4892, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Darick of the Atheneum", "text": "*Darick rubs his eyes and shakes his head bit to clear the cobwebs*\n\n\"This box will not be easy to recover, mind you\" says the Red Hat \"...it is currently within the grime-filed walls of Goblin Town. But it seems the Goblin merchant has found a buyer for this item and they are to rendezvous somewhere within the Vampyre Mist tomorrow morning. I have my thoughts as to what treacherous creature has attempted to gain my property - but that is not your concern. Although, I warn you, you do *not* want to meet this \"Buyer\" of my property, if you do it will be the last anyone hears of you.\"\n\nDarick, confused, says out loud \"Why the hell do you need me?\"\n\nThe Redhat continues \"You may be asking yourself 'Why the hell do you need me?' - I will tell you. You are a trained as a Battle Mage taught in the old ways \ndeep within the Mountains to not only have stealth and wizardly skill but also the physical prowness, should it be needed. Unfortunately I cannot simply send legions of Wizards or Warriors to recover this item. Were I to do so the legion would be detected immediately - no doubt the Goblin Merchant and the Purple-jeweled box along with it, woild then retreat behind the walls of Goblin Town. So use your stealth and talents, recover the box and be handsomely rewarded!!!!!!!! Now, turn over this tablet and you will see the details of who you are to gain the box from. Move with haste and good luck!\"\n\nThe magical mist dissipated and Darick turned over the tablet.\n\n\"Crap\" Darick muttered."}
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{"id": "9239ac3f-3efc-494f-8bde-379c698ef355-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-03T17:15:05.596", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP7c7AsWmSeSQAKjvyofAmSiQRcLiHKxkKivW8ejuR9d5", "txHash": "0x648b9f2ea5e1e14af0800e665c2f96a31fc1453ad8f99686dabd8c6568da1539", "createdAtBlock": 15466616, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbpKwoXNn6AYv5yea9nBMdPsBNn9sZMVw614xXYVfhwCg", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "# WAR MACHINE RISING\n## [PART II]\n#\nThe morning following the heretics humiliating spell failure, he awakes to Fellheart's barking. He begrudgingly locates the wolf near the exit of the cathedral. Aldus notes the beasts sage, imploring look. Something about those eyes conveys that Fellheart is urging him to leave the ruins and begin another journey. A strange pull within him tells him to follow the wolf. After all these years of confusion and misery, the heretic has learned to accept these tugs of the subconscious. He nods to the wolf and hastily gathers peculiar supplies for the trip.\n#\n---\n#\nAs the days stretch on, Aldus and Fellheart grow accustomed to their traveling routine. The journey had been unremarkable thus far, but Aldus knows there is a cosmic significance to following this enigmatic wolf. The only time his trust in the beast wavered was when he realized they were headed through The Thorn. It wasnt the dense forest that worried him. It was what lay on the other side."}
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{"id": "a7de61f2-bd29-41b7-9fa9-92915d15642f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:12.338", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXXzfPV13Qx5rBBbvVcdTKUB92frEQ8h7tucGy7N9PUaw", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4841, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcnutNWT4McUCQgEYwLFmDPYnjdhScomc11tbYN6NqZqT", "name": "Charmer Circe from the Abyss", "text": "Circe listened with an amused smile on her face. The story was obviously ridiculous, but she allowed the girl to finish, if only to see just how creative she could get.\n\nThats quite a tale, my sweet. You know, originally, I was planning to have you thrown into the dungeons for your insolence, but you have a way with words\n\nCirce flourished her hand and her eternal rose appeared, as if by magic. But of course, this was not the magical part. Circe stroked her other hand over the petals of the rose and felt the atmosphere in the room change. Nobody could resist the charms of the rose. As she waited for its effects to take home, she wondered with slight irritation where Asphodel was; her advisor was rarely not by her side.\n\nShe focused her attention back on the strange girl who had somehow waltzed past all the palace guards.\n\nTell me, child, to whom do you owe your allegiance?\n\nThe teenager glanced at her vixen familiar, paused, and then burst out laughing. Circe flushed with rage. What was happening? She stroked the roses petals again.\n\nPerhaps you misheard me? Whom do you serve?\n\nThe girl rolled her eyes at the vixen, who flashed Circe a grin and wiggled its whiskers at her. Circes own fox, Finn, growled at the vixen as his mistress lost her cool.\n\nHow dare you! I am EMPRESS! shrieked Circe. You will regret this! Guards!"}
{"id": "a7de61f2-bd29-41b7-9fa9-92915d15642f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:12.338", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXXzfPV13Qx5rBBbvVcdTKUB92frEQ8h7tucGy7N9PUaw", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4841, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcnutNWT4McUCQgEYwLFmDPYnjdhScomc11tbYN6NqZqT", "name": "Charmer Circe from the Abyss", "text": "The girl stopped laughing in an instant, her face taking on a venomous cast. As guards rushed in through doors on all four sides of the royal chamber, she brought her arms inwards in front of her chest and then thrust them to either side, flinging the unfortunate soldiers through the air to crash into the stone walls and fall motionless on the mosaiced floor.\n\nCirce gasped with shock, but when she tried to speak, the air was rammed back down her throat, choking her.\n\nThe girl stalked towards her, speaking with a quiet ferocity. You are the one with the hearing problem, *Empress*, so I will repeat myself. Once. After that, Ill start to get annoyed.\n\nCirces eyes bulged as she struggled for air.\n\nAs I said, Im looking for wizards I can count on, and theres still a chance for you to prove your worth. There are dark forces at work in the Runiverse. And you have a wizard in your dungeons who has been turned by those forces. Take me to him.\n\nA single tear dripped from one of Circes long eyelashes.\n\nThere, there, dont cry... Oh silly me, you cant breathe. Ill release you, if you promise to play nice.\n\nCirce nodded desperately and the girl dismissively waved her fingers. The Charmer dropped to her hands and knees, chest heaving as she drew in deep, ragged breaths.\n\nThe young Mage crouched down in front of Circe and cradled her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face upwards. I know youre new to this whole ruling thing, but I must say Im a little bit disappointed. I thought you would have taken my reputation more seriously. \n\nCirce whimpered, but the girl stroked her cheek and smiled."}
{"id": "a7de61f2-bd29-41b7-9fa9-92915d15642f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:12.338", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXXzfPV13Qx5rBBbvVcdTKUB92frEQ8h7tucGy7N9PUaw", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4841, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcnutNWT4McUCQgEYwLFmDPYnjdhScomc11tbYN6NqZqT", "name": "Charmer Circe from the Abyss", "text": "Circe whimpered, but the girl stroked her cheek and smiled.\n\nDont think of me as an enemy. Im here to help you. Of course, you will be helping me too, but youll soon see that as a privilege. Think of it as what my friend the Gatekeeper would call your cosmic duty.\n\nShe stood, beckoning Circe to follow her. Sitting in Circes throne, she motioned for the Empress to take a seat on the advisors stool next to her. The Wizarding Council is planning a meeting of the guilds. It usually takes them a while to get themselves organised, but however long it takes, I dont have time for their meddling. I have a lot of matters that need my full attention. I like to keep busy.\n\nDespite the other wizards childlike features, she radiated power. Suddenly, Circes trick of enchanting the entire fortress and its armies into worshipping her as Empress seemed trivial. Fearful, she wondered whether she could disappear back to Red Wizard Capital, with nobody the wiser.\n\nRunning back to Red Wizard Capital will do you no good. Your charms power will not continue to addle the minds of the Citadel if you flee, you know that. They will marshall their troops and come after you with all their strength. The leaders in the Capital wont be best pleased either.\n\nHow did you know what I was thinking? asked Circe in awe. Ive cast enchantments over my thoughts that are impenetrable!\n\nPlease. Im not just a Hex Mage. I can do far more impressive things than that.\n\nYou will continue your reign as Empress, the young wizard continued. Youre going to need to show the Council that youre not to be trifled with; Ive got a couple of useful hexes that can help with that. When they find out @wizard3914 has been here, its bound to put some noses out of joint."}
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{"id": "54848cc1-308a-42c5-aeb2-762cd1d0ac5e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:42.293", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTcJUx9NK4ytPmNdZisTAsgbNRBX4wBzhfq4ZNEFZLW1S", "txHash": "0xf4dec936ff6ee6c1a14430fe2fb3ba5f3225a4f0e1a20e536980bcd7dca9e2e3", "createdAtBlock": 14547521, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Nikolas of the Wood", "text": "# Aeromancer Nikolas of the Wood \n\n\n**Nikolas** was born in a small village, deep in **The Fey**. The only child of his Woodcutter father and **Aeromancer** mother. He grew up cutting wood with his father, while his mother fostered his nascent magical talents. \n\nOne clear spring day, when he was but a teenager, a motley crew traveling through **The Carnival Pass** came across **Nikolas** and his father harvesting wood. @wizard7151 among them caught **Nikolas** eye and distracted him while the group murdered his father and then attacked the village. To defend the villagers, his mother used her powers to summon a devastating whirlwind, scattering the murderous pillagers and killing many of them. \n\n**Nikolas** felt the atmospheric pressure drop and heard the rushing of the wind. He saw the darkened sky and knew immediately in his guts that his mother had summoned the whirlwind because something horrible had occurred. As he ran through **The Fey**, towards his village, he stumbled upon the slain body of his father. Weeping with rage and grief he continued onward and came across his mother, mortally wounded, amid the destruction of his village. She imparted on him her powers, a special Aeromancers spell, with her last dying breath, as he held her in his arms.\n\nA dark cloud of anger colored his demeanor. The tragedy of that day never left him. **Nikolas** spent the next ten years roaming the world. He had sworn that he would not rest until he found @wizard7151 and exact his vengeance. He developed his magic craft in solitude;  he sustained himself by finding work as a wizard for hire, healing people, and assisting others with odd jobs."}
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{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "# WAR MACHINE RISING\n## [PART III]\n#\nPrior to The Quantum Shadow's influence, Aldus wouldn't have the slightest idea where to find the traveling merchant. Now that his curse is lifted and all memories unlocked, The Heretic plots. Fellheart mimics the sorcerer's skyward stare, his fur as dark as the night above. Aldus squints at the stars to estimate the date.\n\n\"As long as we keep walking with the shadow on our left, we'll find him,\" explains Aldus.\n#\n---\n#\nThey find their destination nestled against the mountains leading to Yellow Wizard Haven. Long banners catch the wind. Colossal avian legs are folded under, indicating The Bazaar is staying in the location for now. A large wooden storefront sign bears the name of its owner  Two Crows.\n\nThe Heretic has conducted plenty of business with Two Crows in the past. He always liked the crow and the way he runs his trade. The Bazaar remains neutral and doesn't hold allegiance to a crown or faction. As they approach the entrance, Aldus pauses, and tosses Fellheart a piece of dried venison.\n\n\"Stay out here. I don't want that appetite of yours to reach his familiar. One Crow just doesn't have the same ring to it.\"\n\nAldus enters The Bazaar and hears the expected **CAW** from the smaller of the pair. Two Crows sits at a far desk, inspecting an object using an advanced articifer's loupe covering one eye. He removes the arcane optic and sees The Heretic waiting at the entrance. The tall crow stands and greets Aldus with a grin.\n\n\"Been a while, *Heretic*. What's the spell? Blood or bone?\" asks Two Crows with eyes full of mischief.\n\n\"Bone.\""}
{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "\"Bone.\"\n\n\"Not surprised. Just be a moment. Coffee and jelly donuts are on the counter,\" says Two Crows as he disappears behind a royal blue curtain near the back.\n\n\"Last time I ate one of those, I didn't sleep for two weeks. Several villages burned.\"\n\n\"Dont try to tell me you didnt enjoy yourself,\" casually remarks the crow from behind the fabric. \"Here, these will do the trick.\"\n\nTwo Crows returns and hands The Heretic a small box of aged wood containing the magical supplies. Aldus pays and chats for a moment before fetching his onyx wolf and departing for the nearest graveyard.\n#\n---\n#\nA short expedition eastward leads the dark pair to an ossuary surrounded by willow trees. Half-covered in moss, the stone structure seems suspended in time. The two calmly scout the interior, opening each sarcophagus to inspect the restful bones within.\n\nThe sorcerer notices something out of place. He scratches chunks of black wax off the top of one of the sarcophagi. *Was I here before?* His memories are returned, but he doesnt recall this ossuary. Putting the distraction out of mind, The Heretic prepares his craft. He opens the wooden box and removes five candles. He then pulls a blue silk pouch from the box and opens the drawstring. Inside are thin and delicate salt-imbued bones. *Duck bones.* He shakes his head.\n\nThat crow and his games, says Aldus with a wicked smile."}
{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "That crow and his games, says Aldus with a wicked smile.\n\nAldus takes a moment to remember any details about the former lieutenant that might augment the necromantic evocation. He walks outside to the nearest tree and picks up a long stick from the dirt below. He catches a glimpse of Fellheart running deep into the tranquil forest and out of sight, eager to hunt. Returning to the ossuary, Aldus opens the sarcophagus halfway and inspects the specimen inside one more time. Satisfied, he places the stick on top of the stone lid and arranges the imbued bones in the shape of a water rune. Aldus pats the dust off his disheveled black robes, almost meditatively. He tenderly sets down the skull that never leaves his side. A deathlike aura emanates from it, searching for light to extinguish. **XIII** is carved into the frontal bone  representing Death in the Major Arcana. Last comes the candles: green for earth, yellow for air, red for fire, blue for water. He places a black candle in the center position next to the skull. Traditionally, many spells are cast using a white candle representing spirit. However, Aldus the Black didnt get the name by practicing conventional magic. He lights the candles counterclockwise and then the central one. Now that the circle is formed and tied to his memories of Setsuko, the rest of the spell is easy. Like all magic, the true catalyst is intent.\n\n\"By the mysteries of the deep. By the silence of the night. By virtue of the heavens, and torments of the damned, I conjure thee, Setsuko, to present thyself here to answer my liege demands. I conjure and bind thee to utter what I shall ask. Setsuko, arise! Arise, I charge and command thee!\""}
{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-3", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "The black candle goes out with a **HISS**. The remaining candlelight throws shadows on the walls of bone after bone assembling midair. The soul of Setsuko rises slowly, movements bound to a skeleton that isn't her own. Though skeletal expressions are hard to read, The Heretic doesn't need to. He can feel the disgust and hatred seething from her.\n\n\"I underrupted your slumber, lieutenant, but it was necessary. I need some information,\" says Aldus. The reanimated skeleton clenches its fists tensely and stares at its former leader from empty sockets. \"The night before my disappearance, a fire mage named Alatar arrived. He placed a memory curse upon me and will suffer for it. You were there that night. Did Alatar mention where he was traveling to?\" The soul of Setsuko simply glares at the sorcerer with pure malice. \"Lieutenant! I command thee to answer!\"\n\nThe skeleton arches its back and a haunting laugh bursts upward. Aldus winces. The disturbing pitch irks him, like a dull knife scraping against his spine.\n\n\"*Alatar?* You useless fool! *I* was the one who cursed you!\" The soul of Setsuko cackles.\n\n*\"YOU?\"* asks The Heretic with rising discomfort.\n\n\"To you, we were all just fodder to feed the war machine. No care. No consideration. No real strategy. Just throw enough of us at a wall and onto the next. Well, I CARED!\"\n\nAldus is taken aback. Not so much by the revelation, but by the fact that he feels guilt about it. For the first time, Aldus listens.\n\n\"Setsuko  I, I understand.\"\n\n\"DO YOU?! *The Heretic* only understands himself. Cares about himself. Even Bayard abandoned you.\""}
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{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-5", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "**CLACK!**\n\nAldus is startled by the unexpected sound. His eyes flash open. The skeleton harboring the soul of his former lieutenant is down on one knee. Between its shoulder and humerus bone is locked the unrelenting jaw of an onyx wolf. Fellheart has come to his aid. **CRACK!** The right arm of the skeleton falls freely to the ground as Fellheart readies another attack. The wolf bites low and latches onto the skeleton's right leg. With a strong sideways thrust of his neck, Fellheart dislocates the leg and sends it crashing against the far wall. The skeletal construct falls onto its side and the wolf dismantles the remaining bones mercilessly. The black tether that binds the soul of Setsuko to this realm fades with an audible sigh.\n\nThe Heretic studies the scene in awe. Regaining some of his composure, he contemplates why her words cut him so deeply. He shakes his head, trying to forget the fact that he was willing to accept his own demise. That was not like him. He endures. This time, it was only because he was protected. He recovers the carved skull from the stone lid and sits down on the cold floor holding it in his lap. He looks to the wolf across from him.\n\n\"Fellheart, I, I .\" The Heretic searches for the right words. \"Thank you.\" Fellheart walks over to the sorcerer and sits next to him. The Heretic places a hand on the wolf's back.\n\nAfter a much needed respite on the stone floor among the bones, Aldus breaks the silence. \"Let's return home. We have plans to devise.\""}
{"id": "84d85c51-8bdc-43f9-a559-45ec5a548243-6", "createdAt": "2022-09-04T07:37:13.052", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXRaAsw9okitfQf2ze9oWHfWZJL7XafGAPJTUAP69wh9w", "txHash": "0xd155397b502d948de199dcc4e43dd49f4ac5c0d70effced18a485aafe64ca835", "createdAtBlock": 15470389, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmfCNa2YVJ9Am6o4Ahx5CBDgpgk4HLFVR6aoQnveSEi831", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "#\n---\n#\nAlthough the return trip to the charred cathedral was a long distance, Aldus and Fellheart aren't exhausted. The air about the two is charged with determination. Aldus returns his thoughts to the wax found in the ossuary. Ambition builds.\n\n\"We need to look for the signs. If the Arch Gravelord is indeed alive, I'm sure he's causing a stir. He always had a certain  flair to his work,\" says Aldus with malevolent delight.\n\nThe bittersweet memories of his lost legions arrive unbidden. His mood darkens. Together, they accomplished unparalleled feats of black magic  though Aldus shamefully admits he led them as a cruel despot. He's surprised by the mental admission. These new strange thoughts unnerve him. It feels like an unknown entity is bound to him in some way. With shaking hands, The Heretic tears a Lux of the Sun label off an inklike potion and downs its contents. He's built a tolerance to the grim liquid over the years. Aldus exhales as he falls into a blissful state between life and death. He looks to his onyx wolf.\n\n\"If we are to succeed in this, some things need to change.\"\n\n**TINK!** A chain suspending the flayed corpse of a local snaps, causing the decayed body to hit the floor with a loud **SMACK!** The Heretic chuckles.\n\n\"Well  we don't have to change *everything*.\""}
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{"id": "1c66e8e3-fd45-4680-9f24-2d4589ea2736-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:46.718", "backgroundColor": "#0f0c28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRphsJ28Kf2x9AxSJLzY1HTrkuEpQwse9EMAreC3s3vBJ", "txHash": "0x228de3f1358904d891f62dd2a16a30734de7422295533f545aaf17f9d652260e", "createdAtBlock": 14547811, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7455, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQawvDZDMCCMcKupXrH95SQGmxSgQYNh5FvGztFCs2vDY", "name": "Magus Eggplant of the Sea", "text": "## Prologue\n\n> _Young of mind and wild of heart, as is the way of youth, I had been caught up in the chase for the next coin, the next conquest, the greener pasture. So caught up was I in my own machinations of advancement, that as I ventured for yet another thrill, one more win, vying for change and novelty, I had not noticed the ancient figure beside the road until we were nearly upon him._  \n> \n> _Ho, old man! I hailed him as I came to a halt, smiling down at his grizzled face. The hour grows late, yet here you sit. Shant you find succour, afore nightfall?_  \n> \n> _I still remember, to this very day, the cast of his eyes as he met my eager gaze. They seemed to bore into my soul, and yet silent he remained. Chagrined, I barrelled on. Have you grown roots that your rump is now attached to that stump? At this, my companions, sycophants one and all, snickered and giggled. My ruse, however, failed, as he merely shrugged and stood._  \n> \n> _Careful of tearing down the fence my child, afore you comprehend why it were raised to begin with, he finally said, voice strong as a sturdy sapling. With that he sat back down, his dismissal obvious._  \n> \n> _What heraldry is this? Suit yourself, I said sourly as I urged my mount forward. In our wake remained the old man, his gnarled fingers wrapped around his staff, his eyes shining with earnest experience, with parting words ones I would never forget._  \n>  \n> Journal, Folly of Youth  \n> \n> _Eggy_\n\n\n\n\n\n\n## The Call to Adventure"}
{"id": "1c66e8e3-fd45-4680-9f24-2d4589ea2736-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:46.718", "backgroundColor": "#0f0c28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRphsJ28Kf2x9AxSJLzY1HTrkuEpQwse9EMAreC3s3vBJ", "txHash": "0x228de3f1358904d891f62dd2a16a30734de7422295533f545aaf17f9d652260e", "createdAtBlock": 14547811, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7455, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQawvDZDMCCMcKupXrH95SQGmxSgQYNh5FvGztFCs2vDY", "name": "Magus Eggplant of the Sea", "text": "## The Call to Adventure\n\n> The voyage across the Salt had taken longer than expected, the seas seemingly unwilling to relinquish the hold she had held over him for near a decade  eager to keep him tight to her deep bosom, her seduction a lulling caress of brine and bounty. It may just be imagination, but there was a maternal quality to the sensation, and why not? The vast briny expanse had lulled him to sleep countless times, witnessed his greatest victories, and stood vigil on his metamorphosis from boisterous boyhood to a man of discipline and steely will.  \n>  \n> However, steadfast he had remained in his chosen path; his taste for conquest turning from sated, to indifferent, to an unfamiliar sense of shame. How ironic that only once your belly was full to bursting, all your aspirations met with plenty to spare, only then could one feel futility and true emptiness."}
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{"id": "7f5fb8d5-7aa7-4615-86c9-a9b9c55cdfc7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:53.457", "backgroundColor": "#390e0c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSU9VNGKC529vV9KMGQuKNRpLry8Mw6xR7zXNd16Wn7YK", "txHash": "0xdbce1751ce3d6bef5959df1b8cdf1366e30500916467b8009aa3178a685f48fd", "createdAtBlock": 14549636, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5438, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Archmagus Alatar of the Riviera", "text": "Born with a mixture of fire and ash, Alatar is one hot wizard with magic or without.  As impressive as his spells may be, his true power lies in the ability to melt the hearts of any who lay eyes upon him. Alatar first knew this as a blessing but soon fell tiresome of all the flames who could not hold a candle to his own.  In wait, Alatars heart became the only source of cold in the ever-burning city of Riviera. To acquire what he seeks, Alatar knows that he must leave at once and so, he does.  With caution to the wind jus journey begins.\nOnward Alatar walks for many days until he reaches the fracture, a forbidden divide said to be placed by the gods to separate the warring magic of fire and water. If one chooses to cross the rift, they choose to defy the gods. Without the need for such risk, Alatar walks parallel the gap to inspect its design. Though he has heard many tales about its wonder, nothing prepares him from laying his true sight upon it. If not for the sibling rivers of lava and water that sit below, it would be an endless dark at the bottom. Each river carries its unique strengths and weaknesses to keep the tribes separated. \nAlastar continues to gaze until he sees her. A woman sitting by a small pond on the other side of the fracture. His presence is yet to be known so evidently his first words have too much time in thought. \nIm hot, er youre hot I mean, Im Alatar declares the fierce wizard as he jumbles over his words. The woman is startled.  She quickly reaches for her staff before laughing, as she realizes its just a young man about her age. Alatar tries again. Wha, whats your name? he asks. \nCaduceus she replies as their eyes lock together. Its a good day for Alastar."}
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{"id": "0fbc4718-1a2d-4566-920b-76d3af549242-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:54.14", "backgroundColor": "#b7bcae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZoJ4VtdNBJawp8iLeA5UdvFHbBPq4GQPDouFnYnd63GW", "txHash": "0xf2cb7b3390ad6b2877a95e8089f279f54ab02e8bf7fabc58cb933255a3ead32b", "createdAtBlock": 14549827, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1788, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Fungi of the Plains", "text": "Cant you walk any faster? Keep up with an old crow, won't you? At this rate, well be lucky to make it back to the Keep before sundown. Serves me right, I suppose, listening to Sir Shortcut here\n\nAnd dont jostle about so! Youll ruin those herbs, and then what will Helene say? You crush a single one of those buds and you can forget about any more favors from her, if you catch my meaning. *I don't see why she bothers with you anyway, with so many other errand boys at her beck and call. Well, next time she can find another poor bird to suffer your company*\n\n\n\n\nYou're quite certain youve come this way before? Perhaps I ought to fly ahead for a spell: these woods only grow thicker as we go along\n\n\n\n\nMy *dear* boy, must you always move so recklessly about, or only when you're carrying such delicate goods? Look: you've nearly trampled a spotted mushroom cap here. An odd one at that, lucky I spotted it! Eh? See here, this one's a belligerent little fungus, flailing about. Well, you wont get a good look at it from up there! Come, you oaf, down here!\n\nWhat are youdont pluck its arms off, they're not flower petals! You truly are a vicious childsee if you cant stick that bit back onto the stalk, and then we'll be on our way."}
{"id": "0fbc4718-1a2d-4566-920b-76d3af549242-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:54.14", "backgroundColor": "#b7bcae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZoJ4VtdNBJawp8iLeA5UdvFHbBPq4GQPDouFnYnd63GW", "txHash": "0xf2cb7b3390ad6b2877a95e8089f279f54ab02e8bf7fabc58cb933255a3ead32b", "createdAtBlock": 14549827, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1788, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Fungi of the Plains", "text": "Incidentally, Ive heard it said that these little fellows don't actually move of their own will. Rather, it's an enchantment of the Dryads, meant to keep watch over the edge of the forest. It's only hearsay, I suppose, but the Dryads dont often venture out of the deep wood. Why, you ask? How should I know? I dont make the rules, thats just the way it is!Looks tasty, doesnt it? No, stop, you mustnt take a bite! It is neveror almost neverwise to ingest an unfamiliar fungus, enchanted or not! But you should know that without me telling you so. Youve tested your luck plenty already, plucking its arms off like some stink bug.\n\nWell then, weve dallied long enough here. Well be lucky to make it out of the woods before nightfall. Come along, you great lump. \n*I do hope you haven't crushed those herbs. Helene won't take kindly to another delay*\n\n\nAre you quite finished, boy? I wont soon forgive you if we're eaten by some forest beast.\n\nAre you all right, boy? You look quite pale. Anda bit spongy. And your hairis that your hair? Its gotten awfully bigGood grief, its grown spots! Bless me, you look just like a giant m\n\nYou didntyou didnt eat that mushroomdid you? Dont tell me you ate that mushroom, after I specifically warned youoh, my dear, brainless boybut what will Helene say?"}
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{"id": "b5a4ada1-44ac-48b8-b331-bd1b1524c76b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:38:57.33", "backgroundColor": "#142152", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbEgFG7ARn6eufAmGvK99XaArNQAX1FGzkGcZexkiwAkD", "txHash": "0x27e8aeb3b94905ba512655b5ae80dd3da327f182936f2aeedea803298c93676a", "createdAtBlock": 14552061, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9825, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Aldus ", "text": "# Aldus \n\nAldus' storied, long line of descendants have been known to be altruistic and dare I even say, heroic throughout history of *The Runiverse*. But it didn't start that way. \n\nAs a young wizard, Aldus was the class clown, and looked down upon by the elder wizards. It stayed this way through his adolescence, and even into early adulthood as a fully trained wizard during his time. \n\nWhen the *Beasts* first arrived, most wizards fled into *The Wild*, in hopes to hide from the wretched monsters. Aldus did not. He knew that he had trained his whole life, for this moment. Yielding only his *dumb stick...* and flanked by his trusty *psychic rabbit*, Aldus slayed the beasts with his whimsical and powerful magic. The surviving beasts were banished to an island in *The Salt*, better known today as *Aldo's Isle*. \n\nAs myth has it, Aldus stayed on that island to keep the beasts from ever returning, and after many years, even befriended the beasts with the help of his little *psychic rabbit*. It is believed that he is still there, enjoying his *milk* and ale every morning, as he he looks back at *The Runiverse* faintly visible mainland, under the rising sun. \n\nToday, there are hundreds of Aldus' living throughout *The Runiverse*, most living up to their great ancestor...and yet some, are not. Their stories are for another time, however. \n\nAldus' legacy lives on, and his legendary story is still taught to the young wizards today. \n\n## Story told by: @saguarGo"}
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{"id": "22db1481-d264-4d28-8d00-5192a7e10497-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:02.236", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVUGim27RvvStd6NM9ExGdwGfaUjaH4ToKtYDtxmPqFK", "txHash": "0xb97cf1446d7048baae2de5fe8f56f652a52f628536f0ef90be7aa38464f1fcec", "createdAtBlock": 14554098, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4837, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jerret of the Desert", "text": "On their way back to town, Jerrets father paused to catch his breath. And then his mother. And then each of his 6 siblings, one-by-one. It became clear that something was wrong. The abductors hadnt kept true to their worda spell had been casted upon his entire family. Within seconds they were gone.\n\nJerret, struck with sadness, found a tree to lay rest. In the middle of his rest, he was awoken by a lone wolf, who approached him. He said to the heavens let this wolf take me as supper, for I will be reunited with my family, and that is all I desire. As the wolf got closer, Jerret didnt move. His heartbeat almost non-existent. His palms dry. He meant what he said.\n\nThe wolf was now face-to-face with Jerret, but what happened next was shocking. The wolf laid and rested next to Jerret. And a few hours later, the wolf brought food to Jerret. And this continued for 30 days and 30 nights, as Jerret didnt move from the tree. He sat, pondering his purpose and the meaning of life.\n\nAnd then, on the 31st day, Jerret arose from the tree and said to the wolf:\n\n\n> My life is no longer here in Italius. I want to fix Italius, but as a society we are unfixable. We do not have the means to change. \n> I will leave Italius tomorrow, and set out to learn everything the universe has to offer, so that I can someday return and share my learnings with all of my people, to someday fix Italius."}
{"id": "22db1481-d264-4d28-8d00-5192a7e10497-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:02.236", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVUGim27RvvStd6NM9ExGdwGfaUjaH4ToKtYDtxmPqFK", "txHash": "0xb97cf1446d7048baae2de5fe8f56f652a52f628536f0ef90be7aa38464f1fcec", "createdAtBlock": 14554098, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4837, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jerret of the Desert", "text": "The next day Jerret and the wolf left for the port town, Napolius, and joined a sea crew heading westward. A crew member confirmed with him that this was a one-way ticket into the unknown, with no return. Jerret nodded, as he and the wolf entered the ship.\n\nAnd over the next 3,000 years Jerret and the wolf continued westward, traveling the vast lands and oceans. Jerret would stay on a piece of land for 10 years at a time, learning everything he possibly could before setting sail to the next. It was difficult repeatedly leaving the people he built relationships with in such a short amount of time, but he was used to it.\n\nAt every stop, on the day he would leave, the people would ask him all kinds of questions, and Jerret would share everything he knows about *love, marriage, children, giving, eating and drinking, work, joy and sorrow, buying and selling, crime and punishment, laws, freedom, reason and passion, pain, self-knowledge, teaching, friendship, talking, time, good and evil, prayer, pleasure, beauty, religion, and death.*\n\nAnd on the final day of their most recent stop, on the 3,000th year away from Italius to the day, he answered the peoples questions. But for the first time in his journey, he had nothing new to add from the previous stop. And he said his goodbyes, and as he walked to his ship, he said to the wolf:"}
{"id": "22db1481-d264-4d28-8d00-5192a7e10497-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:02.236", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVUGim27RvvStd6NM9ExGdwGfaUjaH4ToKtYDtxmPqFK", "txHash": "0xb97cf1446d7048baae2de5fe8f56f652a52f628536f0ef90be7aa38464f1fcec", "createdAtBlock": 14554098, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4837, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Jerret of the Desert", "text": "> Weve traveled to the end of the universe. While this universe may have no shortage of land and ocean, weve reaped all it has to offer. There is nothing more to learn. We will travel with our crew for one final stop, where we will celebrate together and arrange to head back eastward with another crew, to Italius, so that I can fulfill my lifes purpose of teaching my people the ways of the universe.\n\nAnd so Jerret and the wolf joined their sea crew for one final journey westward, which ended up being 101 years at seatheir longest sea journey of their entire voyage.\n\nFinally, they laid anchor in Asmodeuss Surf, and arrived at a desert city called Atlantas Pool, where they quickly realized their journey back eastward may be on hold\n\n/tbc..."}
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{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "# A Field Guide to Fungi (version 1.01)\n\n\n## Introduction\n\nThis guide is intended to serve as a non-comprehensive reference to the Fungi race and will be updated periodically. It provides brief characteristics to allow you to further understand the Fungi and also to differentiate Fungi from non-sentient, edible mushrooms. Although the Fungi are most commonly located in the Toadstools, many can be found throughout the Runiverse. **DO NOT eat any mushroom unless you are absolutely certain of its identity:** many mushroom species look alike. Some species are sentient, parasitic, highly poisonous, psychoactive, hallucinogenic, or all of the above. **Proceed with caution.**\n\n\n## Genesis\n\nThe Manitari (Fungi) are sentient fungi that grow predominantly around the Toadstools. At almost a billion years old, the Manitari are considered by many to be the oldest non-deity race in the Runiverse. Each Fungus in their natural state consists of two parts - an underground network of threads called mycelium, and the above-ground fruiting bodies, which are more commonly known as mushrooms. The mushrooms are very colorful, and, in many instances, enormous. The Manitari appear to be harmless at first glance. However, they are parasitic, and many of their forefungis objective was to colonize the Runiverse by forcefully taking control of humanoids in order to further develop their society. While a majority of Fungi no longer practice this, many people of the Runiverse are still wary of them.\n\n\n## Syndesmos"}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "## Syndesmos\n\nThe process of a Fungus bonding to a host is called syndesmos. There are two known ways Fungi can accomplish this - by getting ingested by a host, or by a large mushroom attaching over the head of a host. This process only affects humans and other humanoids. Whenever syndesmos occurs, the minds of the two beings coalesce, meaning the personalities and memories of the two beings merge together. In some cases, the Manitari becomes the dominating personality. In other cases, the host maintains almost all control. Fungi also develop their facial features during syndesmos.\n\nDepending on the subspecies of Fungi, either the host remains alive throughout the bonding or the hosts brain dies during syndesmos. In cases where the host remains alive, the host can be returned to its original form by drinking antifungal potions or by detaching oneself from the Fungi. Detaching can only be accomplished through either electromancer magic or by modern surgical intervention.\n \nIn the days of old, Manitari would commonly lure, entrap, or otherwise force people into parasitizing them. In modern times, a vast majority of Fungi only practice voluntary or fortuitous syndesmos. People who are terminally ill have traveled to the Toadstools in hopes of turning into a Manitari in order to cheat death. Some have even voluntarily offered themselves to be turned into Manitari due to their religious beliefs. Most commonly, however, Fungi come across people that unknowingly ingest them for their magical properties despite many headed warnings. \n\n\n## Language"}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "## Language\n\nIn their natural state, Fungi communicate with one another using electrical impulses through the ground. For hundreds of millions of years and before attaching to the first host, the Manitari developed a rich, non-verbal language consisting of thousands of words. After the first syndesmos occurred, their non-verbal language began converting to spoken and written language. Some of these words have been further translated to commontongue. A few basic translations are as follows:\n\nAthiktos - the fruiting body in their natural state, unconnected to hosts\n\nsyndesmos - the process of uniting with a host\n\nExo Apo - the Toadstools, where the Fungi are from \n\nfithalis - Mazis that share a common Mitriki\n\nManitari - another name for the Fungi race. Fungi and Manitari are interchangeable\n\nMazi - Fungi that are connected to hosts \n\nMitriki - the sentient, underground network of threads called mycelium\n\nmycorrhiza - roots that attach to the hosts central nervous system\n\nXeno - any race that is not a Fungus\n\n\n## Names\n\nMany Fungi names such as Poomu, Shoomer, Truffkin, etc. are common tongue versions of their Manitari names. Many Fungi do not like their common names and prefer to be called by their traditional names. All known translations are as follows:\n\nAgaricus - Agaricus\n\nAlice - Thavma \n\nAmani - Amani\n\nAmantia - Amantio/Amantia\n\nBeefie - Vodino/Vodina\n\nButtons - Fermou\n\nCap - Kapako/Kapaki/Kapaka\n\nChanterelle - Kanth/Kantha\n\nCordy - Cephal/Cephali\n\nConker - Kato/Kata\n\nDeath Cap - Telos/Telas"}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-3", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "Conker - Kato/Kata\n\nDeath Cap - Telos/Telas\n\nEnoki - Enoko/Enoki\n\nFoongie - Talan/Talon/Talin\n\nFunguy - Leonardos/Leonardas\n\nGilly - Sario/Saria\n\nGoomer - Angeio/Angeia\n\nGriff - Oki/Okia\n\nHedgie - Ichi/Icha\n\nHongo - Antiguo/Antigua\n\nInky - Melano/Melani\n\nModdles - Chatarum\n\nMoldie - Adio/Aidias\n\nMooli - Leri\n\nMorella - Morella\n\nMushbutt - Kolo/Kola\n\nMushloom - Aargal\n\nMushmush - Stomar/Stoma\n\nMushy - Strimo/Strima\n\nMusky - Mos/Mosa\n\nMycho - Mycho/Mycha\n\nPoomu - Oprano/Oprani/Oprani\n\nPooroo - Mantili\n\nPorto - Toua \n\nPuffball - Fousko/Fouska\n\nReishy - Lingzhi\n\nShaggs - Das/Dasi\n\nShimeji - Shimeji\n\nShroomer - Ogon/Ogona\n\nSpore Boy - Sporio/Sporia\n\nStalk - Kotsan\n\nStewie - Rypas/Rypani\n\nStinkie - Osmos/Osmee\n\nToadie - Vatro/Vatra\n\nTruffkin - Ytano/Ytanie \n\nWaxy - Kiro/Kirodi\n\n\n## Anatomy"}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-4", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "Waxy - Kiro/Kirodi\n\n\n## Anatomy\n\nAs stated above, a Mitriki consists of mycelium and mushroom(s). Mycelia can be as small as only a few millimeters thick, or it can grow for miles long underground. Similarly, its fruiting mushroom can be only a couple inches tall, or it can grow over one hundred feet high. Thus, Fungi are some of the smallest beings as well as some of the largest beings in all of the Runiverse. \n\nThe anatomy of a Mazi consists of the mushroom head in addition to the hosts entire anatomy. The Mazi connects itself via the hosts central nervous system through roots called mycorrhiza. Matrikis mushroom heads are spongy and therefore are not very susceptible to blunt damage. However, many are quite flammable. \n\n\n## Diet\n\nMitriki break down and absorb surrounding organic matter into nutrients that can be absorbed and used as nourishment. However, Mazi will continue to eat and drink whatever the hosts diet consists of.\n\n\n## Reproduction\n\nBoth Matriki and Mazi reproduce by releasing colorful spores, which spread through the air. When the spores land on a suitable surface, they grow underground into new mycelium. However, the climates of most areas in the Runiverse outside of the Toadstools are unsuitable for Matriki spores to grow. \n\nMazi can also mate through their hosts natural mating process. If an offspring is conceived, it will be that of the hosts race. \n\n\n## Relationships\n\nThe Mitriki and Mazis bond is akin to that of a parent and a child. Once detached and then connected with a host, Mazi will often continue to express love and affirmation towards their \"parent.\" Mitriki and Mazi are also able to and routinely do communicate non-verbally with one another after syndesmos."}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-5", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "Although Matriki are sentient, they do not possess many other traditional emotions, including sexual desire. Therefore, many Mitriki are either sapiosexual or asexual. Conversely, Mazi express physical attraction and will often mate with other Mazi but may also mate with other humanoid races. \n\n\nHistorically, Fungi have had an ambivalent relationship with the rest of the Runiverse. On one hand, the Manitari needed other races to further develop their society. On the other hand, they have been hunted for the medical and psychedelic properties of their spores for tens of thousands of years. The race of Hunters, in particular, have been known to especially love the taste of Fungi. Many people from around the Runiverse remain untrusting of Fungi because of how Fungi have historically subjugated other races into becoming one of them. A lot of Fungi similarly resent other races due to those people hunting and eating them. \n\n\n## Government\n\nFungi are the Runiverses oldest and truest democracy. Every Fungi, whether it be a Mitriki or a Mazi, is allocated one vote no matter how small or how large it is. Fungi elections are a time-honored tradition, and, despite Fungis controversial history, are known to be particularly honest and lawful. Fungi belong to different political parties based upon their personal beliefs. The more known democratic parties include the Armilla, Astero, Cyttaria, Entomo, Hypomy, Malass, Metarhi, Pneumo, Ophio, and Tricho parties. Fungi are free to change parties after each election cycle. \n\n\n## Death"}
{"id": "1fa047a5-82c8-4684-99c4-37a9ca214584-6", "createdAt": "2022-09-07T04:52:54.744", "backgroundColor": "#210403", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfWGVdz7sjTbBAQBXUM5dKq6ttfSPWwaS32KAzKoTE5oa", "txHash": "0xe5fe75c593139b20acd7d840628c5b19a53ff9c401d86c1fc3da1d11220cd385", "createdAtBlock": 15488387, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4352, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Poomu Beater of the Realm", "text": "## Death\n\nFungi are almost always buried in the ground after death. Cremation is heavily disfavored by many Fungi. Its an important part of their culture that the mushroom head is returned back to the Toadstools upon death in order to be buried among their ancestors and become sustenance for the Runiverse. Fungi will often return the deceased hosts body back to its place of origin.\n\n\n## Religion\n\nWhile each democratic party has different values and beliefs, most Fungi practice some nature-based religion or no religion at all. Because theyve witnessed countless religions come to rise and fall throughout their races existence, many Fungi are skeptical of religion as a whole."}
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{"id": "4c18c708-1927-4f46-b845-c6612c32f220-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:39.364", "backgroundColor": "#131f03", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxWdt6Uj1BJA6eJtA9wohVHGP5hv8nXwZrM1Ug7iW1tY", "txHash": "0xc6be3b181682240e80bc270f1cf5f8f770981d3ba68ba66d1cb8ef3533c6beba", "createdAtBlock": 15077202, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3209, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Impy of the Toadstools", "text": "# Impy and Aspy of the Toadstools\n\n_'Zip it, you're gonna wake up this smelly kobold...'_\n\n_'No way, he's snoring like a gargantuan locomotive, and I've already put the 'shroom in his kool-aid. Let's go!'_ - said Aspy to Impy, when the two imps bumped into each other under the table, waking up warrior sleeping on the bench. \n\n_'Who the hell put this toadstool in my drink?!'_ - shouted Toka, kicking up the table, exposing the small imp twins.\n\n_'RUN!'_\n\nImpy and Aspy haven't changed a lot since their childhood. Well, at least not on the inside. Their tricks and malpractices were annoying, but luckily nobody got really hurt when they were younger. Until they started experimenting more and more with magic. They wanted to sneak into the shop of delicacies in the neighborhood, to steal all the things an impling could imagine: candied snails, deep-fried cucumdogs, worms in duckweed coating... They were supposed to turn into snakes, and slither in unnoticed. But there's a reason every spellbook starts with a notice: \n\n> Never have two clumsy imps present during transmutation spells!\n\nActually they don't, but they definitely should. The shopkeeper learnt about what the imps were planning, and ambushed them right in the middle of the spell. The transmutation did happen, but in an unexpected way: there's an imp, and there's a snake, and there are two souls, but they share both bodies. And who's controlling which, that is up to luck, and fate to decide."}
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{"id": "3d9e1b60-a8a6-4790-9ceb-7dfffb1dcd5c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:34:00.117", "backgroundColor": "#0f163b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT4pSdZ2tnqvtd2B1B5Wzq3hCKAF5814MMsj324Xf5c2y", "txHash": "0x2646d4b17e985345c7939376f4d654ede2c60ba12ed362aeba24d45015539e7e", "createdAtBlock": 14552979, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6210, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPa55HyGRRF4HyTPnveufe95w6ZnjJ9zk7bE7hMXgYux9", "name": "Witch Rita of the Road", "text": "# Witch Rita of the road\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nFire, Sigma, a Fire, Sigma, Pluto, Air\n\nOn the road again  \nJust can't wait to get on the road again  \nThe life I love is making magic with my friends  \n\nAnd I can't wait to get on the road again  \nOn the road again  \nGoin' realms that I've never been  \nSeein' Kobolds that I may never see again  \nAnd I can't wait to get on the road again  \n\nOn the road again  \nLike a band of wizzies we go down the Citadel  \nWe're the best of friends  \nInsisting that the Runiverse keep turning our way  \nAnd our way  \nIs on the road again  \nI just can't wait to get on the road again  \nThe life I love is makin' magic with my friends  \nAnd I can't wait to get on the road again  \n\nOn the road again  \nLike a band of wizzies we go down the Citadel  \nWe're the best of friends  \nInsisting that the runiverse keep turning our way  \nAnd our way  \nIs on the road again  \nJust can't wait to get on the road again  \nThe life I love is makin' magic with my friends  \nAnd I can't wait to get on the road again  \nAnd I can't wait to get on the road again"}
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{"id": "f87887de-d4d9-4c4a-af62-5b1500658e4e-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-08T14:28:01.393", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbJk3zjoZwCuSSTBbPuYMKdPorq2WgHUh29bJRnHJRCPa", "txHash": "0x115a38c4ad4a485268ab51b633ec44947e6c1265741228f530778c5f71afd157", "createdAtBlock": 15497114, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10283, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Chike Slaughterer of Area 71", "text": "# Chike Slaughterer of Area 71\n\n_There are warriors, and some of them are heroes._\n\nChike was an astronaut. He started his mission just before the collapse of civilization as we know it. The space station where he was assigned to malfunctioned, and he had to enter hibernation. Many decades have passed, nobody remembered the failing laboratory orbiting the planet, when it finally crash-landed, at Area 71. Chike woke up from his dream among the stars, and he was surrounded by unspeakable creatures. He could not leave the ruins of the station, but he only had supplies for a handful of days. \n\nBy working day and night, he managed to transform his spacesuit to a super durable exoskeleton, ready to fight the half-machine half-human creatures which were lurking around his capsule. That's when he heard the whining of an animal. The creatures were about the process a dog, for whatever reason. Chike stormed out, and wreak havoc among them. He fought his way out, with the dog, who he named Spike. \n\nHe could have left for safer regions, joining the remains of civilization, but it seemed like there's always someone in need of a hero, in Area 71."}
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{"id": "2f335e79-fe3a-4e90-8451-778015f8e800-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:16.867", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfFsFqdLNMPZexzPBcqgMhmRy2URiK3N121EqBwkypUPD", "txHash": "0xeed97b12fbe02e57b2f82788016900e0b07060010bb992c60880fb54839c5355", "createdAtBlock": 14560613, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra", "text": "# Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra\n\nArchmagus Ixar of the Tundra, last survivor of a long-forgotten religious order, bears the blessing and curse of power over the dead. Trapped in the Tundra, his only companions are rotting corpses and the howling spirits he attracts. His monstrous deeds hide a noble goal: free his home from a curse.\n\nRaised in an old Red Hats community, he always had to fight to be accepted. While most kids his age played hide-and-seek, he made friends of a different kind: the spirits of those who had just died.\n\nAt first, this ability to see and hear the dead terrified him. Whenever someone died in the village, Ixar would lie awake at night, waiting for the terrifying cry of a new visitor. He couldn't understand why they tormented him, or why his parents believed the spirits were just nightmares.\n\nOver time, he began to realize that these beings meant no harm. They were just lost and needed help to find their way to the afterlife. And since only he seemed able to see them, he decided to become his guide and escort them to whatever awaited them in eternity.\n\nIt was a bittersweet task. Ixar enjoyed the company of ghosts, but each one he laid to rest was a new friend he had to say goodbye to. To the dead he was a savior, but to the living, an outcast. The villagers only saw a disturbed boy talking to people who weren't there.\nStories of his visions soon spread beyond the village, eventually drawing the attention of a small order of monks north of the holy pillars. His envoys traveled to the village of Ixar, convinced that he could become a tool of their faith."}
{"id": "2f335e79-fe3a-4e90-8451-778015f8e800-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:16.867", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfFsFqdLNMPZexzPBcqgMhmRy2URiK3N121EqBwkypUPD", "txHash": "0xeed97b12fbe02e57b2f82788016900e0b07060010bb992c60880fb54839c5355", "createdAtBlock": 14560613, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra", "text": "Ixar agreed to accompany them to his monastery, where he learned the ways of the Twilight Friars and the true meaning of their symbols. Each monk carried with him a shovel, a symbol of his duty to carry out the funerary rites that guaranteed that souls would not go astray, as well as a clay egg representing the union of the dead and the unborn.\n\nBut no matter how hard he tried, Ixar never managed to gain the acceptance of the other monks. For them, it was the tangible proof of things that were only to be known through faith. They envied his ability to effortlessly perceive what they were only beginning to understand after a lifetime devoted to his study. Despised by his brothers, he found himself alone again.\n\nOne morning, while he was taking care of his chores in the cemetery, he was interrupted by the appearance of a cloud as black as coal that advanced devouring everything in its path. He tried to escape, but the cloud quickly caught up with him and plunged him into darkness.\n\nAll around him, all living things began to contort, corrupted by the unholy magic of the Black Mist. People, animals and even plants were transformed into sinister and vile creatures of their former selves. The turbulent air around them was full of whispers and his brothers began to break their mud eggs, as if they caused them deep anguish. An instant later, Ixar watched in horror as the souls of the monks were torn from their bodies, leaving nothing but cold, pale corpses behind.\n\nBetween the fading cries of his brothers, only Ixar could hear the times that sounded in the mist:\n>\"Take it off. Join us. We will be one.\"\n\nHe felt his fingers seek to break the egg in his hands. Summoning all his determination, he removed his hands from his egg and ordered the souls to stop howling. The Black Mist shuddered violently, and darkness swallowed Ixar."}
{"id": "2f335e79-fe3a-4e90-8451-778015f8e800-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:16.867", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfFsFqdLNMPZexzPBcqgMhmRy2URiK3N121EqBwkypUPD", "txHash": "0xeed97b12fbe02e57b2f82788016900e0b07060010bb992c60880fb54839c5355", "createdAtBlock": 14560613, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra", "text": "Upon awakening, the winds had ceased and the once fertile land had been transformed into the grotesque wasteland of the Tundra. Lone tendrils of Black Mist still clung to him, as if to seize the one living thing they hadn't yet managed to corrupt. But as the Mist curled around him, Ixar realized that the mud egg repelled him. His hands gripped it, realizing it was the only thing keeping him alive.\n\nOver the next few days he scoured the Tundra for survivors, but found nothing but the twisted remains of its former inhabitants. Everywhere, all he could see were the wretched spirits rising from the corpses.\n\nAs he searched, little by little, he began to put together the pieces of the events that had led to that cataclysm: An archmagus had come to revive his dead companion in his experiments, but all he had achieved was to condemn all its inhabitants. .\n \nIxar would have wanted to go in search of that archmagus, to undo the curse he had caused. But he felt helpless in the face of the infinity of death that surrounded him.\nAlmost lost in his sadness, he began to talk to the spirits around him, trying to find the same comfort he had as a child. But as he communicated with the Mist, corpses began to rise from their graves, drawn by his voice. Then he realized that the bodies he had buried on his day were now under his command.\nA glimmer of hope lit up in his despairing heart. To liberate the Shadow Isles, he would use her power and his strength.\n\nTo end the curse, he would be forced to use it."}
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{"id": "7001055a-3cf4-42c5-b357-dc1d14679540-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:44:19.565", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRXSsjLj2ee2iozUKrdot2qYPqocEiBsvRuFjsa7mo6Vb", "txHash": "0xeef22e80c01e7762945e886c9a8c5f9c7a406c6b4999967c679c132c6e1f90f7", "createdAtBlock": 14625548, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8142, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shadow Mage Froggy of the Tower", "text": "As dawn approached, a beam of light begins its crawl into the cold dark cave the Shadow Mage Froggy now calls home."}
{"id": "4cde7d3d-baca-4da7-b1ee-0b6574bac06d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:17.722", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPWN1Hi3EpiJcZyTo7mEQdNECbNTfstnX2hC88kgx3WZo", "txHash": "0xdc270da2f7bc5cdf1ffa0c9156401d3b0dbe61d1a39714152fce1941b6af02e1", "createdAtBlock": 14560717, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9335, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Durm of the Fey", "text": "# Don't underestimate the Red Beard\n\nDurm of the Fey is a not very well known Battle Mage of the Rune of Air. After using black magic on his fellows, he was banned from the Icnogito Wizards Club (IWC) - a mysterious syndicate of powerful magicians.\n\nYou may hear a thunder; see flashes, even if it's a sunny day - the Battle Mage doesn't play. Fun Fact: His companion - the magical rabbit Joan - looks innocently, but since he inhaled too much toxic gas, he loves eating street cats."}
{"id": "eaf29a33-4aff-41b6-873a-881df1470998-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:20.908", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPkvttGTwGT9XJkGFrWu5Mq3sAFsnYkS7VZtMeKDpKaRB", "txHash": "0x2ffd62c729db294f810ce077e4168cc779dbd353665b72fafa8ad734c590e4e1", "createdAtBlock": 14561436, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9396, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUuvquspAD6yKzpnRet1MmVzJndymMuFFuF1twyjuqkem", "name": "Diviner Galatea of the Hall", "text": "# Thoughts of a frequent Diviner.\n\nEvery morning, around same time.  \nI wake up and cleanse the night' shades from my face. It's another day, another bucket of time ready to be emptied.  \nTime slowly pass by, I blend some herbs and boil some water for a tea. Rufus, my chirpy companion updates me with all the feeds from the Runiverse I've missed while asleep. Doesn't take me long to activate the Crystal Ball and spawn into Kaydia. Ever heard of it? May your soul be blessed if no memories in your heart. I like Kaydia. It's that place in my mind where I'm the Boss. The only thing out of my control?  \nTime.  \nAs if you never thought \"Here, Now, Forever!\" higlighted with a *snap of fingers.  \nBut how an Epic moment remains Epic when Time is gone?  \nRarity, adds value. But what's rare into Infinite? How do you measure quantities within a system that has no boundaries?  \nTime.  \nWe'll never get rid of it. But why would you on first instance, too.  \nEmbrace it. Be part of it.  \nBE TIME.  \n\nThe carbon based outer shell will eventually shade, leaving space to the Purest Light, to move across the Existence, from Inception untill Free-do(o)m."}
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{"id": "ce75d316-0e62-47f9-b312-cdbf671eee12-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-09T00:45:00.919", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNugP7GJ7R4RuhQqLJxLvtjGtpkr33VRdCnEPuS4cyXYC", "txHash": "0xcff369e06856152c0ada926522bf4c9f3fa5ad806009a96320300d8b60ced2a0", "createdAtBlock": 15499772, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1007, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Matthew Cutter of Flowers", "text": "The plants appreciated Matthew, too. \nUnder Matthew the Cutters reign, the Regal Gardens flourished in ways they never had before. Avalon was known for its natural peace and calmness, situated in Elysian Fields, but the Regal Gardens were now home to some of the most beautiful seasonal blooms this side of the Quantum Shadow. There were Moon Lilies from the Ghoulish Boglands, Fiery Dovescorn from the Forest of the Imps, and even a Floating Methuselah from the Baobabs.\n\nMatthew never told people where he got these far-off specimens, he never spoke of his adventures. It actually seemed like he never left his flowers. \n\n***\n\nThere was no parade for Matthew. No fanfare. Nobody ever really expected much.\nBut everybody loved Matthews flowers. \n\nNot just the ladies-in-waiting, or maidens with idle time. Anyone who passed through the gardens couldnt help but literally stop and smell the roses. They didnt know it, but Matthew was often smiling nearby. \n\nWhen travelers think of home, its their favorites of Matthews flowers they think of. And when knights return from battle, shaken from the horrors of war, its Matthews gardens they cry in.\n\nPrincesses, kings, queens, and scions. Theyre all made the same by Matthews flowers. Anonymous observers of his garden. Matthew being completely necessary but totally irrelevant. \nEyes to the ground, down only."}
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{"id": "842766f1-2654-45bc-9e16-6189b3257347-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:23.195", "backgroundColor": "#0a4385", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZW3ZfFqyhQo6oDXeGMs45PYGXkVB6tJUyJ8rvH4Bn2BQ", "txHash": "0xf32812ad2e6be3bbb130cda2d7c953b7d78fd3d13f83430b4f826871e84177d6", "createdAtBlock": 14562524, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7089, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Lux of the Keep", "text": "# Archmagus Lux of the Keep \n## A powerful wizard never forgotten \n\nNot a day passes in the forgotten valley that Arch Lux of the Keep is not heralded. The blue hat, white beard, blue cape wizard was a hero *sorcerer*. The only wizard with magic powerful enough to face the Keep's most feared adversaries. \n\nHe walked proudly, with his blue orb spinning above his staff. The holder of his *spells* .. the vault for his **wildest** **creations** .. fully engaged and primed for a faceoff with the most cynical of spirits. @soul4094 was a dangerous character. So thirsty for souls that he met the eternal flame inspired by his own madness. The most ferocious soul keeper in the valley would finally meet his match. \n\nArchmagus Lux never travelled alone. His right hand rat, underrated and underappreciated, was Arch's compass. Icy Rat the Soul Sniffer was no stranger to predicaments. He was the eyes, ears and nose of their operation. Icy Rat guided Arch through countless adventures in the forgotten valley of spirits. \n\nA battle that would shock the runes forever was brewing. Archmagus Lux of the Keep and @soul4094 stood before the souls of the Kingdom  .. generations of spirits were on the line. The future of their species would be shaped by the outcome of this fantastical duel ..."}
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{"id": "1498e7a6-189c-415e-a462-0987cd0e468d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:30.069", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRH2RE3CvCGZsUkRWaAD576a29vE7wpF7vxQqzeizywh3", "txHash": "0xc06528d36c04cf9db2da75ba6f7c288fd33f7778ad754e6f4e25cafe397b3068", "createdAtBlock": 14572864, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2950, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Wraith Captain Nori of the Ethereal Realm", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nWraith Captain Nori of the Ethereal Realm #2950 was earths last warrior in the parallelian saga //\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "ab1646f6-9f6a-4e22-8434-0a5446e6cdcd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:25.226", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZyabZhtMyHBtcjbYFAeR5bmXCWqm8nxBf2H5qhcvLYp", "txHash": "0x666d668b02e902df09dfd9d2fbaac3535e98de5aecbcd5074eba4ef8e60f0753", "createdAtBlock": 14562834, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3137, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Enigma of the Mist", "text": "### Adept Enigma of the Mist\n \nShe had no name but was bestowed many: Medusa, Serpentine Queen, Deaths Rattle. Her favoriteMother Mamba. With hair of emerald snakes and skin of scales, she was nature incarnate. She rhythmically dwelled within the forests and swamps preferring the verdant green backdrops teeming with life its many forms to the arid mountains and lifeless deserts. In these lush lands she derived her greatest powers in conjunction with lunar cycles. Always within reach was her oversized lupine companion Lockjaw whos bite one could not escape.\n \nShe was neither good nor bad. She was creator and defender of life. Both lover and fighter. These days have required more of the latter. Rumors of beasts and demons echo across the land. An even greater threat of warriors and their perverse technology looms in the horizon. Mother Mamba and Lockjaw prepare to meet might with magic. She cared not about the fate of humans, only the fate of nature. Most humans had proven to be short-sighted savages draining the world of life. Left unchecked their lust and greed would destroy all including themselves. Their political and tribal affiliations shifted with the wind. She only cared about their relationship with nature. If just and balanced, they were left in relative peace. The dark-hearted were met by the fierce and vicious attentions of the Mother."}
{"id": "d45e3463-44e1-483c-bc52-3c8b88a600ec-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:25.938", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRW5mnojEg9up7adMiEVWwMGThqW6QN1R2Vq56DCx4zoz", "txHash": "0xcd9fafa66c50f7ba7d8d17361b6dea8bbe101224351af748a3dbd761b6d7ee72", "createdAtBlock": 14563921, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8483, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cleric Lumos of the Dunes", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nCleric was always alone. \n\nFor as long as he could remember, he had always been by himself. His parents passed away before he could understand what it meant to have a family, and upon getting adopted by his uncle, his life had always been about tasks and jobs and getting things done for his uncle so he wouldn't have to starve again.\n\nIt wasn't until his 16th birthday, that something remarkable happened. \n\nAs he was cleaning the basement, he heard a scratching noise. \n\nCould be a rat or some other pest that came by, hoping for scraps of food to survive. \"Much like me\" Cleric thought to himself. \n\nPerhaps out of self-pity, Cleric placed on the floor the last morsel of bread he had from dinner yesterday. \n\n\"Hey! Boy! Do you think I'd eat wheat?\" a voice boomed out.\n\nCleric jumped. He was certain nobody bothered to come down to the basement at this time of the night. And the voice didn't sound like his uncle. Was it a thief?\n\nThen a snow white cat stepped out into light. It slowly opened it's eyes, and Cleric was shocked at how it glowed a mysterious red colour.\n\n\"Yes, it's me talking here boy. I've been watching you since you were born. And finally, you're 16. Finally, you can become what you were always meant to be. A Wizard - the Cleric Lumos of the Dunes.\"\n\nCleric stood dumbfounded. This had to be a strange dream. Perhaps he had gone too long without food, he was starting to hear and see things.\n\n\"Oh boy... this is going to be a long night\" said the cat as it licked it's paws and settled down on a comfortable spot."}
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{"id": "90c3f8ef-f508-4762-bb82-406bc786e1c3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:27.365", "backgroundColor": "#e0bdbb", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbMkMRJZ8j7AnzcfBboWdqo3dbDVTnCXnPXzmdtg4DfiE", "txHash": "0x18774d0101bce0b964bb6e71d234a96ab05493ba1ec734afb3300fe2f569eac9", "createdAtBlock": 14564217, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9391, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Chiyo of the Wood", "text": "## \n## \n# Druid Chiyo of the Wood\n\nIs a master of the woods. He is a mysterious one who is always aware. The forest is his friend but also worst enenmy. Born alone, Druid learnt to survive with a dumb stick in his hand and magic on his mind.\n\nA sapphire slime leads the way into all forms of dangerous creatures. Do not be fooled by the cuteness of its apprentice. It can slaughter evil men and dark spirits. \n\nWalking in the woods, A lost soul...in disguises. \n\n**His true purpose is known to few, perhaps none.**"}
{"id": "e324f601-a908-4952-abde-a2249012062a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:28.03", "backgroundColor": "#062002", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmad9KsbdEHSqHBnoRiQeowAi5FJ4kP7n3zngdRypYW1T2", "txHash": "0x1e29cf6a55ef1becd217e66cbfb1bb0ed3d89c7afbfb58b733b2344afce9273c", "createdAtBlock": 14564255, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5672, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Larissa of the Bastion", "text": "# Larissa of the Bastion \n\nLarissa. A famous name in the swampy lands where she hails from. The people still speak of her battles with Grygor the Great and her prowess with the Dryad's ear plant spell is legendary. Oliver, her trusty battletoad, is her trusted advisor and ally in battle. Now she is ready to step into the wider world, make a name for herself and spread her legend far and wide."}
{"id": "f2ea755d-5600-466a-8e1e-0432b049083c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:26.649", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTXFeeQ9mFV693NzfvrzremXhqE21yKiTnbCiaHuzcbBg", "txHash": "0x9c0dd7ef1b5dbf0025537c2cd9658cde8fd2758972f145044b9518f4e8b376d2", "createdAtBlock": 14564158, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 730, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Scryer Liliana of the Wood", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThe story of the redhaired blue elf and how he went from hero to alcoholic\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
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{"id": "adbe5fb7-94fd-4610-ad1c-82ff228958d8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:41.533", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfLsRcbsm8QTunXkovo3eg346b6CuHzkYpiX1y5LWm49J", "txHash": "0x0c289c2dc5e9780a9789670fc9d5c6ae1d8e231c1012fe9fb418fa0c54a5e661", "createdAtBlock": 14617817, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 590, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Amir of the Hollow", "text": "Amir of the Hollow\n\nSome might say that a Skylord having a mutually beneficial relationship with a Darkling is an abomination, and some may not even believe that it actually exists, but the persistence of Amir after the disappearance of @wizard2390 was so inspiring to @wizard1036 that a nearly unbreakable bond was created.\n\nAmir needed to continue, he needed to find hope in a sea of hopelessness after Beyna had disappeared, so he did exactly what anyone else would do. He channeled the same feelings at the meditation stone that he had when Beyna went missing. A chant here, a prayer there, his courage staff held up to the sky and a burning desire to recover his daughter caught the eye of one of the most powerful wizards in the Runiverse.\n\nAbsolute darkness clouded Amir's mind - he could barely think, and wondered if he was being possessed by a demon from beyond the 7th realm. This darkness was different though, as he remained cognizant and had control of his thoughts. He tried to scream, but only needed to think - a calm voice was answering every thought.\n\n\"I want my daughter back\"\n\n--- \"I can feel that\"\n\n\"Where is she?\"\n\n--- \"Unsure, but alive\"\n\n\"Can you help me get her back\"\n\n--- \"Possibly, but I will not risk the balance\"\n\nThe word possibly drove Amir nearly to violence, as he felt so close to being able to be helped. How could this being \"possibly\" help? He felt the anger rising inside, and the voice said quite sternly,\n\n--- \"Anger is an emotion to change what you feel is wrong. I am unsure anything is wrong - come back here in seven days and I will reevaluate\""}
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{"id": "a4ed61aa-6f43-446c-9970-374a4676385c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:42.212", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUu78TMPjCUXMVTx2ugdHyiMfmH5CfzVFtJ2tLCtYJSRx", "txHash": "0xd81cee760d3898a00f2604d4e9f2b8ab6477d80c8b1755bc0dbc34ab17c1eb7c", "createdAtBlock": 14617836, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1036, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Chiron of the Havens", "text": "Scrolls of the 7th Realm (#1)\n\nFor every beginning, there must be an end.\n\nFor every action, a consequence.\n\nFor every creation, destruction.\n\nA world, ruled by balance.\n\nIf it must be destroyed, who better than Darklings?\n\nAnd thus, @wizard9999 and Chiron of the Event Horizon were born.\n\nA pair, blessed with the rune of Omega, to facilitate The Escape.\n\nWas it too much? Was the desire to remain in balance too strong?\n\nBringer of the End Times remained true, yet Chiron was easily swayed.\n\nA Darkling not necessarily evil? @wizard2152 took the blame. Could it have been the Astral Snail?\n\nWe know the runes have been forgotten, and Chiron of the Event Horizon has re-emerged here as Artificer Chiron of the Havens.\n\nEquilibrium has been regained, yet the defection of a Darkling may possess its own consequences.\n\nIt is now, more than ever, imperative the runes be remembered."}
{"id": "1514aae4-8bac-4775-a7dd-52ad4482eff9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:31.858", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVYGqSP9z18sLLYGqX75ces2DycinXtbecw3G17WiqhDp", "txHash": "0xfa128b3a6efd3630470c385a6881d6319a98eecf11e5db4655393962089da6ae", "createdAtBlock": 14564970, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8705, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Hadrien of Elysium", "text": "# Archmagus Hadrien of Elysium\n\nArchmagus Hadrien learned the art of arcane magic through research and learning. What he lacks in combat prowess and armor he makes up with a broad range of magical spells and abilities.\n\nThrough his spell casting ability he controls the battlefield. On top of that he has the ability to mix up potions that can heal, but also inflict ravishing pain.\n\nOn his side he has his purple bat named Venatus. It helps to gain foresight when wandering the forests and warns him of potentials threats."}
{"id": "b54a2a3b-9be8-403c-918c-0ee97a53a3c1-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-10T22:30:20.837", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQa7YaMnbihfbpUZTFUUJ8rVGnec3cFKHFYCDyf4AQZbz", "txHash": "0x85dfdef40bbf8bc621f26de41493daeb4667e2e1e017e0eed34dab362088bf3c", "createdAtBlock": 15511311, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6129, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcwaHNMYNUxEFCEzgr1j3NG9W7cDv17zmRxGcvAfzV37y", "name": " Zubin ", "text": "Zubin and the gang celebrate a hard day's work by indulging on Runiverse delights at the newly re-opened ice cream shoppe on the outskirts of Kobold's Crossing: The Impy Shake. \n\nHere we have our first look at ***The Quantum Staff***, an ancient weapon with a life of its own. Derived from Dice Magic during the creation of the Runiverse, it waited patiently for years to reveal itself, and many more before determining that a wizard was fit to to wield its power. \n\nYou see, Dice Magic is as dangerous as it is powerful; as intoxicating as it is tempting. It is equally responsible for destruction and chaos in the Runiverse as it is for the spoils of luck and destiny. \n\nOh how I look forward to telling you about Zubin and The Quantum Staff... it's quite the story. But that, my friends, is for another time.\n\n///\n\nMy sincerest thank you to fellow wizard @CryptoCritikal for bringing my beloved characters to life for the first time.\n\nIn addition to Zubin and The Quantum Staff, this piece depicts: Sorcerer Impy of the Plains, Bruno Broiler of Robots, Warden Mincer of the Penthouse, Katie Striker of the Lost City, and Bugbear Bastard #72."}
{"id": "803414e8-9f51-489b-9efb-6513a120dd6e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:33.066", "backgroundColor": "#791b16", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVBKw41MMiycs6M5C5zXH7786QcZ3Mo1tRNQ2AVrcTXpz", "txHash": "0x2ea99f546d2b114255e3f3e519d34d5cbf89c00f16ef4af6666a6e927845d633", "createdAtBlock": 14565007, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2209, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdviVQwRZfqmyQckxaVSqdF5eWevwL1C2rmgvzrheifJy", "name": "Electromancer Aden of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Electromancer Aden of the Wood aka Flashbang\n\nFlashbang was ahead of his time according to his peers. Always been a bit of an outcast but was addicted to experimenting with all things electric and didn't have a care in the world about anything else. One day he witnessed something rather intriguing from afar - which he shouldn't have seen, but true to his rebellious nature; he went to explore.\n\nIt all unfolded right in front of his eyes. Lightning was striking *upwards* and in different colours of the rainbow. He felt dread all over his body but was strangely drawn to it. And so he went closer and closer. Only when he got to about 100 yards from the lighting, did he realize that there was no accompanying thunder!\n\n## Silent But Deadly\nThere was nothing holding Flashbang back at this point, so curiosity had its way with him. He readjusted his blue headband and marched forward towards the silent light show. Looking around, he started to realize there were hundreds of bees on the ground around him, all lifeless with their legs up in the air.\n\n \n\n\n### He had stumbled on to the ever-growing...\n\n\n\n> We've been expecting you..."}
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{"id": "52b81dc9-a4a2-4eed-b144-e50cad54b2e8-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-11T02:56:03.559", "backgroundColor": "#363636", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUsTvoed5G9uX7LJaaKz228apZgRnJQ4UA3LyxK3aqrYm", "txHash": "0x707dcdb35eab4864871153536e8b781ac581f0184a5df5ded01160214cc25ea8", "createdAtBlock": 15512444, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9400, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPYRbF5Pa1E97gBYUDr52eJs2VqTaQfGGGqTxtSLrBdR1", "name": "Archmagus Soran of the Arctic", "text": "# Confessions of a Red Wizard \n\n\n\n\n```\nImage generated by Midjourney AI\n\n```\n---\n\nIm here. Alive somehow, and back in the Capital.\n\nLook, I dont want to go over what happened. You can read the police report if you want. Its not public, but I can get it to you through my contacts in the AED. In return, I ask that you leave an old man be.\n\nhow did I do it? How did I escape The Great Wizard Election and transmutation into a Soul? A magician never reveals his tricks, heh. Thats what I am, you know. I can accept that now  Im no wizard, not a magical bone in this decrepit body.\n\nYou know what I realized, though, after this whole ordeal? I havent got one person in this Runiverse who gives a whit about me. Did you know that in the process of getting free, Ive aged myself something like ***20 years*** in mere moments? At first I thought, *well Soran, you cant expect to go through all that and not feel a bit achy and out of sorts*. And then I looked in the mirror.\n\nNobody else noticed. My managers, coworkers, and underlings at Capital ResourcesI realized that they never look at me. They never SEE me, not really. And I didnt see them. All of us, caught up in our plans and office politics, the others mere pieces on the board.\n\nI handed in my notice, you know. Cant stay there now. For one thing, Miyo isnt going to give up; in my case, her enmity is personal. And the firm has proven that it cant protect me."}
{"id": "52b81dc9-a4a2-4eed-b144-e50cad54b2e8-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-11T02:56:03.559", "backgroundColor": "#363636", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUsTvoed5G9uX7LJaaKz228apZgRnJQ4UA3LyxK3aqrYm", "txHash": "0x707dcdb35eab4864871153536e8b781ac581f0184a5df5ded01160214cc25ea8", "createdAtBlock": 15512444, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9400, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPYRbF5Pa1E97gBYUDr52eJs2VqTaQfGGGqTxtSLrBdR1", "name": "Archmagus Soran of the Arctic", "text": "But its more than that. Ive realized that none of that stuff I pursued before matters. And I sacrificed a lot in pursuit of it  both of myself and from others. I dont know what I could do to put things right. Probably nothing. But Im not going to find the answers in the same places Ive always dwelled. Ill be a seeker until the end of my days. And thats probably better than I deserve.\n\nWell, I cant say that talking to you has made me feel any better, Scribe. But talking it over has helped my resolve. This bag of tricks and I are going on the road. Oh, and the snake too, I suppose. Hed just follow me anyway.\n\nFarewell.\n\n(Interview recorded by Druid Faiz of Arcadia with a little help from Kel 1/1)"}
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{"id": "417a5498-ec73-44b1-9fe9-eb4679a2f0fc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:36.052", "backgroundColor": "#09000d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUZ1o66RmvvPS74jexiXQmhfrk43Eg86ad9jLjWBKA2vy", "txHash": "0x91ada423b898733efd89d18d5aa86e6254ee46ee683d15736ff8f5a8611dd413", "createdAtBlock": 14565101, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 348, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmchuUqfYPMg58hrpxWkdktGMNAEboDH9JgmJmCCyJ4BoU", "name": "Merrylegs the Fussy", "text": "# Prologue\n\n\n\nArrows.  \nGallop gallop gallop.  \nFaster faster.  \nRight turn!  \nSloooooooow down.  \nGallop.  \nRavine ahead.  \nStance, and, jump!  \nI made it?  \nSpear!  \nDodge.  \nOuch!  \nJust a scratch.  \nGallop, go go go!  \nThey wont get me.  \nThey cant get me.  \nOr we all die.  \nWhy me?  \nWhy was I born with this?  \nArrows!  \nDuck.  \nJump.  \nEscaping all night.  \nTheyll get tired.  \nI wont.  \nI cant.  \nWhat is this?  \nA net?  \nTrap! Trap!  \nJump?  \nToo large.  \nCaptured..  \nDont panic.  \nAll around me.  \nDanger.  \nCalm.  \nThink.  \nBreathe.  \nFeel it.  \nChannel it.  \nPower..yes..Power.  \nSteady.  \nIGNITE!"}
{"id": "277aca1a-1f00-495b-985f-ad4ba3f43d2b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:36.756", "backgroundColor": "#090e24", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmekPCAiAUKX1BNKrBBSERfH8JJiNWPeTzJHPxWBkzgG4u", "txHash": "0xe628608555806376909162abee090d6f2f17bcd1ae85fedc114b9dd3b3ca2f2c", "createdAtBlock": 14565130, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4902, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Zelda of the Cold", "text": "# Sage Zelda of the Cold \n\nYou know you shouldn't be out in the woods this late, all by yourself. Not after last time. \n\nA crow caws nearby. You feel a chill running down your spine. A cold wind howls.  \n\nYou hear the clatter of a mug of ale.\n\n...  \n...\n\n\n\nZelda claims another victim."}
{"id": "3e1aca13-bc10-474f-9607-ef84d58186ec-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:37.472", "backgroundColor": "#1f66b4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme9KUEEYbgu7u2MqbXzsEzaAEDo96BsMqdT6tqrfZspCu", "txHash": "0x5a311b06c00646913c85d8d2fa6f4272d0c368527dbfcdd4b9012689e2e5f32b", "createdAtBlock": 14565163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9850, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmU23VXDgFVmgPZYKXh1jn9ZVE62pG15J9bP4e3gnP8skh", "name": " Scorch of the Belfry", "text": "# The Elemental Sorcerer\n\nGrowing up, scorch's friends were all obsessed with fire. Given that they were in a community of flaming skulls, this was not surprising.\n\nEveryone was always competing to throw the biggest fire spell, the highest rocket, or the loudest explosion, but not Scorch.\n\nEven though it often caused others to make fun of him, he had other interests. And he had the skills to back it up.\n\nScore wanted to broaden his horizons.\n\nWater, Lightning, Earth, Fire. It didn't matter what element, scorch could master it. And that's made him a legend.\n\nIf you don't know what you're going up against, Scorch can help, and he always looks after his friends."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "# Chapter 1: Another stylish entrance\nGellert wandered through the gardens of the Weird House, stopping every few steps to inspect the green shoots and buds of new growth. His familiar, Petal, flitted amongst the nearby trees, hawking for insects. He took a deep, contented breath of the damp air that hung over the lowlands.\n\nThough he always had a miniature water rune primed and ready in the back of his consciousness, Gellert rarely needed it for these gardens. The fertile valley was nestled between the Snowcaps to the north, the Mount of the Sacred Pillars to the east, and the northern reaches of The Salt to the west. It was kept well-watered by the condensation sweeping in from Alchemists Archipelago. The moisture built up into swollen, pregnant clouds on the slopes of the mountains, bringing rain for long periods of the year. \n\nThe garden had been here long before the Weird House was built, and it still gave him solace to wander the grounds  a welcome relief from the ruthless, twisted, and frequently deranged prisoners within those crooked walls. The ramshackle construction didnt look like much from the outside  barely more than a cabin. The interior was equally nondescript, thanks to Gellerts Fairy Dazzle. But take away the enchantment and the true magic of the Weird House became instantly apparent: row upon endless row of magically fortified cells, stretching in every direction.\n\nBecause the Weird House, at least a significant portion of it, was a prison for some of the most diabolical minds in the Runiverse."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Gellert sighed. Yes, it was nice to get back out into the garden from time to time. A few orderlies in white coats were escorting some of the Weird Houses harmless inmates along paths intersecting the manicured section of the garden. This well-tended area was the outer faade of the Weird House, the only part that visitors saw. Not that they had many visitors\n\nGellert far preferred the wild tangle of unkempt wilderness behind the house, where Nature was left to her own devices and the plants interwove, collaborated, and built their own thriving ecosystem.\n\nAs he bent to examine a sickly-looking shrub he paused, pricking up his large, pointy ears. He could sense a faint crackling in the humid air. As he straightened up, the bells on his curly-toed slippers jingling, Petal chirped a burst of sonar at him; the Forever Bat had also picked up the disturbance, and flew over to join him as he waited with finger interlaced.\n\nWell, here we go again, Petal\n\nWith an ear-splitting crack and a thunderous rumble, multi-coloured light streaked across the sky in a broad arc that lanced into the midst of the garden.\n\nBEHOLD MY QUANTUM STYLE!\n\nYeah baby! Behold it! Then bask in the rapture of my prance!\n\nGellert arched an eyebrow at Petal as the group approached. Well *thats* new\n\nArchmagus Gellert! @wizard777 boomed. Weve brought you some new recruits!\n\nGellert bowed his head graciously to the Key Master and flashed a polite smile at his sidekick. He of course would never dare to call Bathsheba a sidekick out loud. Then he cast an appraising eye over their companion, who trotted along beside Haze the cosmic vixen."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "My spells, this is an honour, Dream Pony! Welcome to my humble gardens. It has been many aeons since the last of your kind paid a visit here. Please, allow me to procure some extra sweet sugar cubes for your enjoyment. Gellert gave Ishtar a deep bow, nose almost touching his knees. The Dream Pony looked impressed, if a little taken aback.\n\nHey, youre one dapper delight, Archmagus. You sure know the way to a ponys heart! Ill take those sugar cubes off your hands, no problem.\n\nGellert raised his hands self-deprecatingly. It is the least I can do, Mr uh?\n\nThis, Dazzle-Fingers, is @pony77 Dream Pony, Lord of the Prance, Weapons Grade: Unicorn, broke in Bathsheba. \n\nFabulous, smiled Gellert. He knew better than to react to the girls teasing. At least she didnt have Derek here to egg her on. Besides, he couldnt deny the fact that his fingers *did* sparkle.\n\nSweeping his yellow elven cloak over his shoulder, he clicked his fingers and tiny motes of Fairy Dazzle puffed up into the twilight. He made a series of gestures to a group of nearby orderlies. A young lady with hair tied back into a tight bun went scurrying off towards the house, while two burly men came over and scooped up what appeared to be a Shaman from the gravel pathway where Sacred Key Master had deposited him. A fourth orderly with a pencil-thin moustache hovered nearby, uncertainly.\n\nAh of course, silly me, chuckled the Key Master. He reached into the sack hanging from Ishtars armour with the tips of his thumb and forefinger and pulled out a terrified-looking blue rat."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Here you go, lad, he said, and flicked the rat through the air. The young orderly jumped in surprise, but regained his composure just in time to pluck the flying rat out of the air before scuttling after the others.\n\nGellert began walking towards the Weird House, motioning for the group to follow him. Come my friends, let us retire to the study and you can tell me all about my new charges.\n\nAh yes Archmagus um, we do also have another shadowkey.\n\nGellert pinched the bridge of his nose, relieving the pain that had just sprung up between his eyes. He took a deep breath and turned, taking in the natural scenery of the garden. It was probably going to be a while before he was able to spend any time out here again.\n\nVery well, he sighed. Follow me.\n\n# Chapter 2: A soul reclaimed\nThe group stood in a ring around the shadowkey, which lay on the carpet in the middle of the study.\n\nErr sho wha now? asked Ishtar, sucking on a sugar cube.\n\nNow it gets really entertaining, murmured Bathsheba.\n\nWell if you dont mind, Ishtar, a Dream Pony may be a little bit, uh, overwhelming at first, so if you could maybe just take a few steps back? asked Gellert apologetically. You see, theyve been through rather a tough time Im afraid. Clinging to sanity by a thread, usually, if at all.\n\nHey, sure, whaeer you ink is bet, Ahmayjus! The pony skipped daintily backwards.\n\nThats useful actually, noted the Key Master. Hes blocking the door."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Thats useful actually, noted the Key Master. Hes blocking the door.\n\nBathsheba turned to Ishtar and gave the pony an enthusiastically-exaggerated thumbs up. Haze watched on serenely from amongst the plush cushions on one of the rooms high-backed armchairs.\n\nSacred Key Master seated himself cross-legged on the floor, closed his eye and began to hum rhythmically. He placed his right hand palm downwards over the key, and raised two fingers of his left hand in front of his face. As he drew his fingers down in a straight vertical line, his body slowly floated upwards and a glowing white Infinity Rune appeared below his right palm. \n\nGellert was unsure how long Sacred Key Master remained in that position, the rune revolving slowly in the air. The Key Master never wavered though. After some time, the rune stopped turning. Gellert leaned forward, mesmerised as usual by this part of the spell. A stream of rune after-images poured forth. The leading image merged with the surface of the key as the remaining images caught up to it, imprinting the glowing pattern onto the metal. Gellert could see the energy flowing in endless swirls on the keys surface.\n\nThe key shuddered on the carpet, bouncing erratically from side to side.\n\nHere they come, whispered Gellert, readying himself.\n\nA tiny black prism encased in purple light burst out of the shadowkey and skittered over the carpet. It lay still for just a moment, then began to stretch, simultaneously growing minute arms and legs. A head popped out on a stalk-like neck; eyes way too large for the size of the coalescing face stared around the room wildly. As a mouth formed from the jumble of features, the creature swallowed a deep breath and let out a high-pitched scream that became deeper and deeper as it swelled in size."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Hoo-wee, isha boy! Uh congaulaions, I guesh?\n\nThe naked old man tried to scramble backwards, bumping his head against the feet of Sacred Key Master, who was still levitating above the floor. The mans eyes were wild with terror and his long matted beard and hair stuck out in all directions; the scream caught in his throat, and he began gibbering, tears rolling down his cheeks and leaving clean trails in the dirt.\n\nAs Gellert approached him slowly, hand outstretched, speaking in low, soothing tones, Sacred Key Master cast a floating shroud of light and draped it gently over the mans head. As the shroud settled onto the mans face his gibbering subsided. Archmagus Gellert flicked up a handful of Fairy Dazzle and blew it at the mans face, coating the shroud in a sparkling sheen.\n\nThe freed wizards eyelids drooped, and he slumped to the floor, mumbling inaudibly.\n\nSho Wha now? piped up Ishtar.\n\nHe wont stay docile for long, said the Key Master.\n\nGellert nodded. Lets get him down to the soul rehabilitation sector. Its going to be a long journey to bring him back to himself. \n\n# Chapter 3: Familiar faces\nBathsheba and Haze followed Gellert through the mazy subterranean tunnels of the Weird House. The Key Master had taken his leave to return to the Gate to Seventh Realm, while Ishtar had graciously accepted Gellerts suggestion to go to the kitchen pantries with some orderlies to stock up on sugar cubes.\n\nAs they passed the bars lining either side of the corridor, some of the captives cowered into the corners of their cells. Others raged at them, shaking the bars and yelling obscenities at the young Hex Mage."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Do not be alarmed, they have all been detached from their runes, and any other powers they may have possessed, Gellert said over his shoulder.\n\nIm not alarmed, Gellert, she said lazily. I put many of them here in the first place. Have you forgotten? She turned and looked stonily at a snarling wizard; his mouth snapped shut and he shrank backwards into the shadows, muttering to himself, until all that could be seen were the whites of his eyes. \n\nGellert gave a slight bow. No, of course not, Bathsheba. No offence intended I can assure you.\n\nThe short mage gave a curt nod. How far to his cell, Gellert?\n\nNearly there now. He is held in maximum security, obviously.\n\nAfter a short time, they came to a door made of thousands upon thousands of interwoven strands of multi-coloured light, that pulsed intermittently. A guard with the Rune of Water sewn on the high collar of his long coat stood aside as Gellert traced complicated patterns across the surface of the door. The threads of light unravelled, and they walked through, the guard following behind them.\n\nIn the cell at the end of the corridor, a deeper darkness shifted in the shadows. Metal rang on stone as the inmate stepped into the pool of light spilling from one of the torches that hung in brackets outside the cell. Light flashed off the gleaming silver curve of his skull. He spoke in a reedy voice.\n\n@wizard3914. I never thought to see you again.\n\nThe pleasure is all yours Zagan, she replied. Haze curled her upper lip at the naked silver skeleton that stood before them, exposing her canines."}
{"id": "1a8336cf-4008-41c1-a25d-580ef998dced-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:10.799", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYNcYHAR4tb8VZTnRoRVQmDPHHHsUUjWGXPQQE2fSXXoo", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1175, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmS1TYsq7kqMpg4kiqT62c7qgkjUcY78UnhfoLVhzFDPND", "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Garden", "text": "Ah yes, and the cosmic vixen, I do hope you dont begrudge me those lost teeth. They were not designed to pierce metal, you know. I cant help what I am.\n\nYoure going to do something for me Zagan, broke in Bathsheba.\n\nOh am I? The skeleton let out a mirthless laugh. And just why would I do that? Please enlighten me.\n\nBathsheba approached the bars. Im going to give you your magic back.\n\nBefore Gellert could move, Bathsheba had cast a glowing green Mercury Rune over him, binding him to the wall of the corridor. She muttered a curse under her breath, and the Archmagus mouth sealed shut. Haze leapt at the guard, spinning in mid-air and exploding into a ball of red smoke that enveloped his entire body, then shrank back into a vixen-shaped cloud. The guard was left lying pinned to the floor by glowing bands of mist.\n\nBathsheba turned back to the prisoner. You will return to the Quantum Downs. There is important work to be done in the south. There are several wizards there who have pledged themselves to me, and they are headed for the Quantum Shadow. When you find them, you will do exactly as I tell you. You know, Ive always found my hexes work best on other Hex Mages.\n\nAs she finished speaking, Bathsheba began to cast another Rune of Mercury with her left hand. With her right, she channelled the weight of her Hex into the rune, then stepped back to watch as the rune splayed Zagans limbs out, tightening around him as the Hex sank into his metallic bones.\n\nWhen she was done, Bathsheba turned to Archmagus Gellert."}
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{"id": "ae410e7d-70c6-4328-812a-fa89f3534334-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:06.538", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWW9uHCCkjitwpeFtLh8KjPghroiU9oqkFkZaVDj12vWq", "txHash": "0x119dcf208962e305ba7a51b1cc51192d0a8be016c89275edeb07361b57bdae5e", "createdAtBlock": 14568499, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9653, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Zelroth of the Pit", "text": "# Alchemist Zelroth of the Pit\n\nWhat was an alchemist to do? \n\nThere was fire everywhere. Alfred, Zelroth's assistant, had left the kettle burning for too long, and the pages of Zelroth's books caught fire. It was only a matter of time that the whole library of highly flammable material would be up in flames.\n\nThere was chaos everywhere. Screaming, running, crying... only Zelroth stood still in the centre of all it all, watching his precious books go up in flames. \n\nHe'd have to deal with Alfred later, that was for sure. Perhaps he didn't need his tea to be brewed in the library. Perhaps he should get a kitchen, one that was in a separate room, but not too far from the library... perhaps...\n\n\"Oh my God! Help us!!! My child is still in her bedroom, and the door wouldn't open! HELPPP!!!\"\n\nZelroth sighed. \n\nHe could think about the design of his kitchen later. \n\nWith a quick flick of his finger, he drew a spell in the air, and muttered an ancient language. The secret language of alchemy, since the dawn of mankind. A language that only a handful of living souls still knew. And a language that Zelroth somehow already knew, from the moment he was born, without anyone having to teach him.\n\nHe picked up some ashes from beneath his shoes, and threw it into the centre of the spell, and suddenly, everything stood still.\n\nThen slowly, things started to move, as if someone had recorded the whole scene, and was now rewinding the recording. \n\nFlames grew smaller. Ashes became pages, which became books. Shelves that were broken on the floor, joined back together again and picked themselves up, as if invisible strings were pulling them back to their rightful place against the walls of the library."}
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{"id": "41f007db-54a8-40d6-b007-c3ff236d6914-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:39:38.908", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxwfmgrR4tEVXwAWPf7xiGAeuBwsaxPiB5YPhECX4JHi", "txHash": "0xc2a5abd9ea8c41c638cb9e55c024862442eddfc733c09f6f786de4ce5983c9aa", "createdAtBlock": 14565576, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8718, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcJN1GiPMAcqX9ANL2Lp5JNdd6ZjmiGe1ep9bZGZMQfgz", "name": "Archmagus Merlon of the Veil", "text": "Archmage Merlon of the Veil awoke one morning in a panicked sweat. That.... couldn't have been real he thought, as he tried, with concerted effort, to prevent the memories of his sleeping vision from passing away. As Merlon had aged, his faculties had as well, and keeping track of anything had become increasingly difficult in the past few decades. Archmage Merlon was now approaching his 55th decade. 550 years of life. A top tier wizard in his youth, he now how trouble remembering even the most basic of incantations.\n\nBut... this dream... this feeling he experienced while sleeping. It troubled him greatly, and the fact that he could not remember left him unsettled. \n\n\n\nFire, an unbelievably hot flame, he could remember that much. A scream, that could almost be considered familiar if it weren't for the guttural pitch of the inhuman proclamation.\n\nThere had been rumors that the evil Shaman Darack had escaped from TongPricha Prison. But the rumors, they had to be false. No man, no living being had ever escaped from that hell hole. Still, Merlon had to find out for himself. It's not like he was going to sleep tonight anyways."}
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{"id": "9fff96a7-80a4-44e6-bb51-1c31dcf50ad8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:14.411", "backgroundColor": "#860700", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfPFN9fN8Hw4D7nWD2EFKgWXibFCpLjqNgCNjkpgzXTXk", "txHash": "0xb5d8abf3e6185f9625d13604f2bf302eb61dafd5c71d024a472f168ffa3ef274", "createdAtBlock": 14570410, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 335, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT7eDASrFDvAPRyj2BdNzuJqrEDa6NBbxK8EQXSVn6pgD", "name": "Chico the Ominous", "text": "# The Rose Bearer.\n\nWhile wandering with somnolence,  \nhere and there establishing his dominance  \nthrough urinary-incontinence,\n\nA brown-ish purple-ish horse   \ntrots into Moorville   \nwith very much self-confidence.\n\nHe doesnt remember his provenance,  \nBut wishes to return to a land of commonness,  \nBecause now Moorville is but a necropolis.\n\nHe hoped to find some food  \nin this delightful town,  \nbut the rotten smells arouse his vomitus.\n\nWherever he roams, finds Godlessness.  \nOf danger and gloom hes synonymous.  \nHe is @pony335.\n\nOnce inside the town of shadows,  \nA gracious scent catches his nose.  \nThrough dead people and souls indisposed,\n \nChico trots to the spot  \nwhere Aemon exploded  \nAnd all time froze.\n\nHe plucks the innocent Rose  \nand all the souls that once arose,   \nbend the knee in a solemn pose.\n\nThe very son of the great Aemon,  \n@wizard7019,  \nmakes his way through the crowd.\n\nHe hops onto the Ominous Chico,   \nAnd to the sunset they gallop,  \nWith the army following non-stop.\n\nEvery song and future play,  \nWill remember these days,  \nAnd the bards will say:\n\nFor the Army of the Rose   \nthere were no other laws  \nthan what Chico chose."}
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{"id": "20430e6f-ef3e-4af8-a19b-27871692335a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:18.606", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZs5dA21PcJ9kPv2rVHxZuJjBS4k3cMDu5r8iGyrVJwmT", "txHash": "0xab311207bbed2ad6539e0453e3fff235dffc845c06469544b5ca027223142494", "createdAtBlock": 14571525, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8203, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus George of the Road", "text": "hah-HAH.  Great to see you, great to see you!  Want some?  I'm kidding, I'm only kidding.  hah-HAH.  Come walk with me.  We'll see things.  We always do.  Nothing to fear--it's just a walk!  hah-HAH.  Where's he always walking, they ask, and who's he always talking to?  They ask where and they ask who--well, along the Road, and with you!  hah-HAH.  Don't you need a map, they ask?  hah-HAH!  Who needs a map when you have a Road?  And maps never quite show the whole picture anyway, do they? \n Come on, now.  We'll walk together until we part.  And we'll see things--we always do.  Here, try some, and then we'll walk and get just exactly where we're going.  hah-HAH!"}
{"id": "8454c490-fc8d-47ed-abfb-e2b8fe1e71b9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:19.511", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6LvXSVsRJPQykDt34fX8o797PHG1jRqTbqatBgEYF7H", "txHash": "0x21c710defdd2ed5989263aaf7e8f483ec1adbb38c6d6634ade75d0d1e97e53e7", "createdAtBlock": 14571911, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7359, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Danny of the Belfry", "text": "# Artificer Danny of the Belfry\n\nHis eyes squinting in the bright light and his atrophied muscles struggling to hold the bulky key, Danny emerged from the bell tower with a timid purpose.\n\nNo one had seen him since his mother and father locked him inside the tower many years ago - they gave him one command - protect the key at all costs. They placed many locks and a spell on the indestructible tower, more to prevent others getting in than Danny getting out. \n\nIt is unclear how Danny knew that he was requested, or more so how the locks disintegrated and the spell dissolved, but here he was - stepping foot outside the tower for the first time since his teenage years. \n\nDanny did not know North from South or East from West, but he knew exactly which way the gate to the 7th Realm was, and he began his trek.\n\nIt is an understatement to say he was a bit nervous. What rewards or consequences could his quest finalize? We will find out soon enough...\n\nBorn to a historical family of immensely powerful wizards, Danny always had potential, but he was committed to his fate of holding the key. Now that his life's work appears to be completing, it's anyone's guess as to what happens to him."}
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{"id": "abc52ab6-f694-4226-aa3d-b02500b13ce0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:24.133", "backgroundColor": "#e6c0be", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdqpPAnjJ282ifPZMLhoXVAvA6WwPZ8Pa7XYfDLB1mwdW", "txHash": "0x43eb08b90e652c971a1c93a531446157ecab793ad01efe844d7b981ba82448c5", "createdAtBlock": 14572302, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2486, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRPRj8Dc2KTQ6JvSXAdBdCctNAcF2UgscoZyNUUrezreS", "name": "Void Phantasm Amir of the Fuliginous Fog", "text": "## Ghost Train\n\n\n\nEver wonder how ghosts get around?  \nEver wonder how ghosts travel from town to town,  \nwhen they are no hanging around in cemetaries   \nor scaring people as they haunt a particular house?  \nSome ghosts are haunt-o-holics,  \nsome ghosts just can't move on -   \nbut there are some ghosts   \nwho like to get out-and-about  \nand who like to go to other places - hey, why not?  \nIt's not as if ghosts need to wait in-line or buy a ticket?  \nWhile some ghosts are essentially agoraphobic, you could say,  \nand don't like going anywhere   \nand would rather just stay at home -   \nthere are some ghosts however,  \nwho don't want to rest in peace for too long   \nbefore wanting to make a break for it   \nand see the rest of the world\n\nThere is a \"train\" for the dearly-departed  \nwho whose to stay on earth\nwhen they are given their choice   \nto either pass-on or stay right where they are;  \nthere is a train that is the fastest in the runiverse.  \nthat runs 24-hours a day, all-year-round,  \nto every corner of the planet,  \nthat is the quietest form of transport ever envisioned -   \nthis train is so underground. \nit doesn't even make a sound"}
{"id": "5c671bf5-0c5c-43bc-bb52-83769a933f2e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:27.744", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdrMLAVmsQBoZjbYau7vWAmKxAbEZfaKUbE1HVE5ugucn", "txHash": "0x3aec731d68f32b2d7cf8997c943da347a4edae97af5fb1bf6a40c5fe645ebdc9", "createdAtBlock": 14572624, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1357, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Samuel of Dreams", "text": "# Key Who Controls the Past Controls the Future\n\nA bodyguard.\n\nFor a key.\n\nWhy? We do not yet know. Why does Samuel know nothing but that of the key. Known as Samuel of Dreams, is his whole life a lie? Is it that Samuel is unremarkable in every other sense of the word that he only be known and wanted for his key?\n\n\nSamuel's story is just beginning. \n\n\n\nAre his dreams just that, dreams? \n\n\n... to be continued."}
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{"id": "8ce2b30d-82f5-4100-815e-ef56a43a5773-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:29.192", "backgroundColor": "#b9a09f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWjFkccPN5q551DSfHEor6qYKby2iqLdhnnQBDNhQnAvY", "txHash": "0xbbecc96dca96b608a45c2d90a2956a8bb4d0b6b40e4faa499aea05d7c521dfd9", "createdAtBlock": 14572682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6951, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Talon of the Isle", "text": "# The Wish\n\nAn elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't sure of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to...and who he was. He remembered absolutely nothing. He suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him.\n\nShe grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: \"Now your third wish. What will it be?\"\n\n\"Third wish?\" The man was baffled. \"How can it be a third wish if I havent had a first and second wish?\"\n\n\"Youve had two wishes already,\" the hag said, \"but your second wish was for you to forget everything you know.\" She cackled at the poor man. \"So it is that you have one wish left.\"\n\n\"All right,\" he said hesitantly, \"I don't believe this, but there's no harm in trying. I wish to know who I truly am.\"\n\n\"Funny,\" said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. \"That was your first wish...\""}
{"id": "674aae22-69fc-4208-aa51-b92ab6eeae87-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:34.456", "backgroundColor": "#1e2499", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVXmetKfpuskpKsxpXz3mcBX6kVhevUvDHP9VJ3GnavTZ", "txHash": "0xd6946c2f57e9684cf29f1929e4ed01e3b4ea59cd70d267f7f1ebe91a556e7e00", "createdAtBlock": 14574825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4452, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Sabina of the Mountain", "text": "# Sabina the Teenage Witch\nSabina was a very lazy teenage witch. Until this moment she existed in the world of Forgotten Runes but did not participate. This proved very costly. First, she watched a Sacred Flame pass her by. Then a Pony. A lazy witch indeed.  \nAt long last blessed @wizard304 enlightened her and she became active in the world of Forgotten Runes. She looks forward to a much brighter future now..."}
{"id": "c35f8ec3-9c1f-4eab-bf0a-b26679270bdd-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-14T22:10:06.82", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWJYcqsUAYsaj5NvUJ4uKLnB1coKFJh5Yn143uXEBidqd", "txHash": "0x3a91f99ef8e8294c0fcebc1f7bf45400b6d09981cd5cb567652c7c6579ccca42", "createdAtBlock": 15535321, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 649, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTRMdTgHLckMqNzKNojU6q5NoMKDRTzDnVcdL6BfHm1io", "name": "Sage Kryll of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Sage Kryll of the Plains\n\nStory 1. \n\nTitle: Sage's day in the Fey!\n\nWritten by: emmaleigh.eth\n\nWaifu Wizard by: CastamereXb & Noodle Arms\n\nEverything else by: NARD\n\nFeaturing: @wizard3676 & @wizard4351 & Gucci Goofy Kobold 649\n\n\n\n\n\n# The Lore of Sage Kryll of the Plains\n\nThe day was just beginning, the sun still rising, and the air crisp with the scent of morning dew.\n\n@wizard649, a noble Kobold, was on her way to see her besty, @wizard3676, a Swamp Witch that lived somewhere near the Fey.\n\nSage had grown tired of her comrades commenting on her traditional wizard garb, greenlined coveralls, and decided to take action into her own hands. So, at first light after returning home from her duties, Sage headed off to the Fey to find the one person who could make her fabulous.\n\n\"ENIGMA!!!! Are you home??\" Sage said, with a passionate excitement as she barged into the Swamp Witch's tidy but small hut.\n\nEngima, who indeed was home, was already making breakfast for her unexpected companion. Thanks to the woodland critters that relied on the Swamp Witch for tasty treats, she had known well in advance.\n\n\"Hi Sage!! It's so nice to see you again! Please have a seat, make yourself at home.\" The Swamp Witch's words floated around the Kobold who was already making herself quite at home.\n\nEnigma and Sage had known each other from childhood, when two had been kidnapped by intended on eating them, ever since, the two formed an unlikely bond, and have been besties since!"}
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{"id": "3b1c2b56-2c08-4b17-9899-dbb3ed7a9b5f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:35.303", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVLL9HPL95QTBuEwPSd1EsusouNNHbpHf832n8xGmN2D9", "txHash": "0x1aed78afe32a652105ce4eb6e3942d0fd9c0ae51c7d8c8e170917e129282c0e9", "createdAtBlock": 14575125, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2564, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charmer Jadis of the Keep", "text": "Jadis hiked through the dark, misty forest, alert and anxious. \n\nShed been on countless hunts before, but this one was making her jittery for some reason she couldnt quite explain. The air was eerily still, and she yearned to hear the sounds of animals and insects, but even the animals seemed to be still. As if they were all holding their breathe. And waiting.\n\nShe looked at her orb. It gave off a faint green glow and the cloud inside it slowly cleared to reveal a giant, overbearing willow. She sighed and focused again ahead. Shed been hoping to find a sign that she was on the wrong path, and she should be going elsewhere.\n\nBut it looked like shed have to keep going. This wasnt a task she could abandon. Shed already accepted the payment, and anyway she had a reputation to maintain. She had never failed before, and she wasnt going to now. \n\nShe thought back to her first hunt, tasked with capturing the mystical wyvern. The men had laughed when shed barged in to the office and proclaimed shed do it.  They hadnt been laughing when shed come back.\n\nShe grinned as she remembered. \n\nA twig snapped behind her. \n\nShe froze."}
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{"id": "141bb1f3-b99a-47e2-a404-200552b85314-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:46.816", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWNPrT3GtcR4BfHTeVbG7ndwsY1F46tpWJ2xU47Nyzh2J", "txHash": "0x5d632621b5f4591d8d1374fb3dcb5785bf501e4a27569f57203d303331fb290f", "createdAtBlock": 14649089, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5688, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUH8xqW6v7vTby6MSCwvUCUwc9wcZH2F9ZGNPscnJHcjf", "name": "Battle Mage Thor of the Field", "text": "# Thors wanderlust for the power within\n\nThor is a simple family man. He tends to his cattle and tills the land. In recent times Thor has found himself wandering the edges of his local home the field. \n\nHe rarely ventures past the stone ridges which tower over the fog land. Thor feels the pressure from his wizard friends. The memories of @wizard5564 jeering every time he rides past the house for his lack of gusto taunts Thor most days. \n\nStanding on top of the fog ridge is the only time Thor feels free. Free from the worry of daily stress and expectations. He wonders what adventures could lie ahead if he marched on the fog land and went looking for the other realm the wizard's whispered of.\n\nThor decided on this day atop the foggy ridge to act and search for the dark realm and treasures it contains. \n\n### Thor said to himself:\n\n> In the fields I walk with dark wanderlust\n\n> The naked crys ache my soul\n\n> The tears of my petulance rain too long\n\n> I must find the adventure I long\n\n> Honour and glory or death await\n\n> I live my life behind shadows no more\n\n> I will find my truth, at dust we ride"}
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{"id": "e648b59c-6e98-463a-9fe7-f4d607314c78-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:41.187", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdvAfS3yWMSgScA6EfrDwD6viLHKNhQbHmKiKmbwAggx4", "txHash": "0x6ade2fe40706224de0336eec4c8bfa44510444874302b204e92fe8d9b807ecf9", "createdAtBlock": 14579035, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7120, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe", "text": "# Lore of Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe\n\n*The following writings are the journal entries of Hedge Wizard Uurlok of the Steppe. They were entered into the Book of Lore in April, 2022 to preserve the lessons which linger in  writings of such transcendent beings. The deeply personal entries, written without the intent of ever being published, begin at a time of great turmoil for Uurlok, many years into a life-long prison sentence.* \n\n---\n\n\n> **January 12, 13072**\n\nThe guard (who I quietly refer to as Stinky) agreed with me after much convincing that the prisons staff might greatly benefit from granting each prisoner some parchment and ink. 'The mind devoid an ordered outlet will find a chaotic one, or so I told him.  \nThe guards are obsessed with what they understand to be order. You must remember they willingly confine themselves with these walls, daily. Only the prisoners were compelled to be here.  \nThe guards are more deeply invested in this illusion than I ever could be.  \n\n\n> **January 14, 13072**\n\nI sat in silence this morning when a rooster appeared and pecked at the dirty soup bowl just outside my cell door. The bird oddly stared as it gulped down the last of the discarded olives. As it looked at me, for the first time, I saw myself. The chicken stared at me and I too stared at me. I examined the cavernous wrinkles descending from the sides of my beak, the bald spot which until now, Id thought much smaller. I noticed the strange way my head moved back and forth.  \nThe bird soon flapped his wings and scurried away, generously leaving behind a piece of his wing. And so, together with my newly acquired parchment and ink, both the bird and I now write these words."}
{"id": "e648b59c-6e98-463a-9fe7-f4d607314c78-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:41.187", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdvAfS3yWMSgScA6EfrDwD6viLHKNhQbHmKiKmbwAggx4", "txHash": "0x6ade2fe40706224de0336eec4c8bfa44510444874302b204e92fe8d9b807ecf9", "createdAtBlock": 14579035, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7120, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe", "text": ">**January 17, 13072** \n \nI have grown to see this world just as it is.\n\nMost have yet to see themselves.\n\nMany are enslaved to their own mind. A mind which fundamentally functions on impressions. For most, these contextual impressions and their corresponding compulsions become the default owner and operator of the self. \n\n>**January 18, 13072**\n\nIve become quite adept at identifying the mental structures which underlie the compulsions of the various guards. Viewing through the window of ones material actions, the ideas within anothers mind fail to elude me. \n\nI am working to attune myself  to view them more clearly.\n\n>**January 20, 13072**\n\nStinky seems especially accessible, I must say. I saw him nibbling on a peach the *exact* way another guard was just a day ago. \n\n>**January 27, 13072**\n\nI have begun referring to my practice as Puppetry. As the puppet master embodies the exact impulse which he transmits through the strings to his puppet, so too, I provide impulsetension to the puppets around me. Their mental structures are simply the strings, which govern directly the puppets compulsory reaction to such impulses.\n\nI cannot help but to admit, as the awareness of this practice has risen in me, so too has a darkness.\n\n>**February 4, 13072**\n\nThe standardized protocol which most of the guards uphold within the prison is meant as a defense from my Puppetry. \n\nHowever, they do not view it that way. The guards see themselves as separate from the protocol, despite operating as a cog within it for years. Their mind dances in the illusion; that the rules are written for me, and not in fact for them.\n\n>**February 5, 13072**"}
{"id": "e648b59c-6e98-463a-9fe7-f4d607314c78-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:41.187", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdvAfS3yWMSgScA6EfrDwD6viLHKNhQbHmKiKmbwAggx4", "txHash": "0x6ade2fe40706224de0336eec4c8bfa44510444874302b204e92fe8d9b807ecf9", "createdAtBlock": 14579035, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7120, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe", "text": ">**February 5, 13072**\n\nMapping the mental structures within the guards is a much vaster challenge than Id previously thought. Conversation illuminates the contours of their mind, however it is non-trivial getting these guys to talk.  \n\nInterestingly, despite having endless conversation with my fellow prisoners, and fully understanding the contours of their minds, I have found them to be much less suggestible than the guards. This, I have surmised is due to the guards having a particularly concentrated, albeit completely untrue, feeling of personal agency over their decisions. They have come to be enslaved by their context, having long ago lost the ability to see their reality. \n\nThe prisoners around me do not suffer this curse. They have internalized the bars encasing their bodies as a lack of agency, which of course is also untrue.\n\nThey, in any case, are far less impressionable than the guards."}
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{"id": "af08d3e4-f67f-42e4-835b-46d01ab1e158-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:42.553", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRcDHEtZ6xvvQsuWbxAwhF6TPFwMjpnTHWhPQN4rkbiMa", "txHash": "0xa08bc8255fb2cecaecb83426ac42496589f7309c293d2c35a9b59424168cfa0e", "createdAtBlock": 14579627, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8428, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Chipper of the Waste", "text": "# Lore Entry One\n\nFrom waste I originate. To adventure I gravitate. \n\nMy wraith disguises, my wraith protects. My light illuminates, my light projects.\n\nFor now my name is known to few, but my influence will reach each of you.\n\nI may be silent, calm, measured, still. Beneath it all is powerful will.\n\nJoin me now, or join me later. It may be wise to be in my favor."}
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{"id": "85061ccc-b0c0-41a9-a05f-e1068262bc21-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:45.566", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVAxWzQF3hG7XUx15nEfUW9KttWyam53DtmLNaLZJG1Bp", "txHash": "0x44c5669978525e66dd2dcc84934f89ccebccaa8e02dd856938a95c4a984d3bb4", "createdAtBlock": 14580667, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2960, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Herne of the Mountain", "text": "## Mystic Herne of the Mountain \n\n*Herne the Forest Guru aka Herne the Moose Mouse*\n\nBorn into a world of violence and greed, Herne chose the path of peace, compassion, and love. After thousands of years of meditation, he physically shrank from a mammoth sized moose to a moderately sized mouse. This unusual transformation earned him the moniker Herne the Moose Mouse. \n\nNowadays Herne can be found delightfully wandering the Battle Mage Mountains in a state of blissful loving awareness. The true of heart may be lucky enough to cross paths with this ancient sage. He and his golden toad can open doorways to other dimensions possibly containing much needed insights for your magical journey!"}
{"id": "d10a85ba-e807-4779-b718-7cfbdaada9a2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:46.246", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQjfoXhwza6dotoRyRK8Mf2Gk14fgcbEwgzAKfDfZvCkH", "txHash": "0x659295404ea41b403516bd7ebbca07458ff1f8eb1b602f5cf9b82ecd21387bf1", "createdAtBlock": 14581283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3798, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto", "text": "# New Lore Entry - Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto \n\nFrom a young age, Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto knew he was different. He was faster, stronger and smarter than all the other kids - but most peculiar of all, he could talk to animals. Soon he began spending his days in the forest, learning about the animal kingdom, honing his magic powers and living off the land. Although he grew up deep in the mountains of his beloved Ashevillor, Talon's family was forced to move to the capital city of Appleor when famine struck his village. Now he works as a covert spy on behalf of the animal kingdom, making sure the subway creatures are fed and humans are kept in check. In Appleor, he met his lovely bride, @Atlanta of the Belfry, chief surgeon at the animal hospital. Together, they are the most revered couple in the animal world. Atlanta bore four young wizards, who have shown great promise in becoming future protectors of the animal realm."}
{"id": "007169c5-1025-476a-88c4-9e45ef7b4f1b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:48.022", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZmVj9Ug2fWAJfi5VqNibPDWXoCydEVZ6m2XB26S7hSrm", "txHash": "0x3df846b7b23ad53aff038ea3c72d7976d87505bdd386c74743b7d53c30398891", "createdAtBlock": 14581311, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2045, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Atlanta of the Belfry", "text": "# New Lore Entry - Atlanta of the Belfry\n\nAtlanta of the Belfry grew up as the star in her town - the prettiest, most athletic and charming young woman in the Islands of Longoria. Despite being pursued by every strapping eligible bachelor in the Strong Islands, as they were affectionately known, Atlanta always felt a greater connection with animals. In order to pursue her passion, Atlanta set off to the capital city of Appleor to study to become a veterinary surgeon. During her young career, Atlanta has saved thousands of animals, who have become part of her loyal horde. Atlanta is married to the great @Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto, and they have four amazing children who are the envy of the neighborhood. Together, they hope to lead an animal revolution to take back control of the high realm from the dastardly humans."}
{"id": "b26f2831-43ae-4967-9071-791d587b98ea-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:48.968", "backgroundColor": "#491412", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUrKrSc86jRZbm32paF5RofmToVxXwE2D36oSPqDWFE3h", "txHash": "0x4eb69d7b55b1b3c3b93bbf34de1cd50f879c3b54d5d15ee212196b83b647ece9", "createdAtBlock": 14581955, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3845, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Baird of the Mount", "text": "# A sickly night \n\n_It all started with a weird dream_\n\nWhere am I?\nWhat should I do?\nI feel like I am losing control over my limbs... please help me \n\n**Then he heard a voice**\n\n*I can help you, but in order to return your body to the previous stage, I will need you to make something for me*\n\n> Quest: Brew the deadliest poison with the ingredients you able to gather\n\n> *Use the ingredient available in Mount Arbi to create this deadly poison \"Ruu Takkarr\"*\n\n## Months passed after the quest...\n\nHe felt great again in fact he felt super amazing, better than what he is prior the state that he was in because of the sickness.\n\nHe still couldn't forget that night when he is tasked to do the particular quest for this mysterious shadowy figure.\n\nHowever, he can't deny that he did feel a tinge of stirring in his heart. He wonders what does the Mysterious figure use the poison for?\n\nHe soon knew what happened as the news everyone in a town that is million steps away died overnight for an unknown reason.\n\nThis is the property of \"Ruu Takkar\" poisonous, odourless and highly reactive, when it exposed to water, it will fill the air as the poison turn into steam form, it just needed to take an hour to take everyone's soul in a town like that. \n\n### Guilt and Resolve ###\n\nTerrified by the development of what something he do to save himself turn out to take away the lives of tens of thousands, he couldn't forgive himself, trembling as his heart felt like it is beneath a heavy boulder, he found a new mission for himself that is to find the one who cured him but not to express his gratitude but for stopping the shadowy figure to further commit such terrible act with something he made."}
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{"id": "9723fa51-beeb-4a16-a012-b4597c108cbb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:57.651", "backgroundColor": "#fffba6", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZo89dyuAPgnwjeZQLd7mo7XhFXQM8rgpY1NphitjFUux", "txHash": "0x11919d9ca2e7743f1982a8d8520c3fcd1e8497bb6e8335a470d8df8c45479205", "createdAtBlock": 14585841, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2572, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYCDD2d33PxE8KXNYW5fvzj1R25jbQF6ThVcJxXx2anFL", "name": "Artificer Quddus ", "text": ">I heard they snitching on a wizard, man, say it ain't so  \nEven as a young'un', they consigned me to lore  \nWhich explains why I'm worth my weight in gold  \nWhile they was taking baby steps from an Ape to a Toad  \nWord in the realms is that the envy is me  \nEnough ETH on the chain to make these witches lose sleep  \nEtherscan tabs help these minnows see clearly  \nNine in the wallet, hit the mint up severely  \nI'm known for the flip of that N-F-T yeah  \nI'm heavy in the realms like a Chaos Chimera, man  \nHit 'em with the diamond hands  \nOr that Bull Staff, guaranteed to lean your man, whoa!  \nI'm the reason that your projects vacant  \nStranger will flip you just to make a statement, witch  \nMage and Young Qudduswho ain't rich?  \nDon't compare me to you, wizard; you ain't this, whoa!\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX6rC1krGp0&ab_channel=crunkyboo"}
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{"id": "2bdf329f-1137-47df-aaa2-1e0c20fed8fd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:40:59.251", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNjN2DtuQCdAmUWYgahJg9Vr9CKK9ha64D7hykBQnpKNW", "txHash": "0x0237294c6df7c14e3caae978bdef94ca1b0d9a645ff8ff136774295eb6245163", "createdAtBlock": 14590004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 988, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Night Ghoul Maia of Nasty Town", "text": "> \n###### \n# Song of the Night Ghoul\n\n\n\n\n\n#### \n\n#### Do not assume that everything must serve a purpose, \n#### There is a possibility that fate may lead you astray.\n---\n---\n\n#### The spacious flight, the brave departure,\n#### The promise vanished on the horizon. \n---\n---\n\n#### The universe conspires to awaken hope,\n#### Through the mists of duty, cloudy either way.\n---\n---\n\n#### Still a wide view to discover,\n\n#### That until now only appeared to us in a dream.\n---\n---\n \n#### Eventually, anyone who feeds the madness,\n#### Will arrive at the point of no return.\n---\n---\n\n#### The Flame told her to rise and rise,\n#### Whispers dark and wild.\n---\n---\n\n \n#### What once was, a purple haze,\n\n#### Ghoul of Shade awaken, wreak havoc without return\n---\n---\n\n \n#### Do not sing it's song, forget the heavy crown\n#### A soul for the Blood Moon - a restless promise is what remains\n\n---\n---"}
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{"id": "a9be243b-7fd1-44be-8b9e-9a9ef7820b58-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:07.865", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNe9pjBdJ7hP21ZNkDyT6Lf5mu9m4XjSUh1nVTad3hbB", "txHash": "0xf3385e0a6cca2bfddb45b286869952a5d35ee231688227b475908aee762dad29", "createdAtBlock": 14598381, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6709, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Daria of the Circle", "text": "Conjurer Daria of the Circle was the sole elf wizard who dwelled in Kazoo, a mystical rainforest where everything *hummed* and *buzzed*. Rumored to have been located in the Niger River Delta along the Atlantic, Kazoo was shrouded in mystery. Aeons ago, the grand elf wizard, @wizard139, cast an everlasting spell encircling Kazoo. This unseeable veil ended all hope for those whod yet to enter Kazoo to ever find it. It did not, however, prohibit Kazoosians from voyaging back and forth through the enchanted perimeter. Kazoo was a rainforest of riddles. The native flora and fauna of the region held truths so puzzling and paradoxical they could only be understood after deeply communing with them. As with many regions, not all inhabitants of Kazoo were benevolent. Unkind spirits inhabited the sky-itching trees ~ often haunting the villagers dreams and conjuring storm clouds, making Kazoo the darkest and dankest of all the planet's jungles.\n### ."}
{"id": "a9be243b-7fd1-44be-8b9e-9a9ef7820b58-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:07.865", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNe9pjBdJ7hP21ZNkDyT6Lf5mu9m4XjSUh1nVTad3hbB", "txHash": "0xf3385e0a6cca2bfddb45b286869952a5d35ee231688227b475908aee762dad29", "createdAtBlock": 14598381, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6709, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Daria of the Circle", "text": "### .\nConjurer Daria was an opposing force to the unkind spirits of Kazoo. A healer who cured fellow Kazoosians sick with Mumble Bumps, Tongue-Puckering Parasites, or Soul-Sucking Slugs using a curative tea called \"Bilie.\" With a plucked petal from her rose (imbued with a certain self-regenerating power), she would brew the concoction within a cauldron of boiling water from the forest's river basin ~ bringing forth the cocktail's miraculous properties and distilling it down to a drinkable elixir. When the afflicted being would drink the tonic, their ailment would resolve in a matter of days. From time to time, Conjurer Daria would leave her stone lodge (made of rocks procured from a nearby river bed) to cure those unable to enter the Kazoo rainforest ~ and also to collect herbs and spices from neighboring towns and villages. \n### .\nAlongside the great healer ~ on each of her voyages from the forest ~ was her loyal, giant toad, \"Akwa\" (meaning toad in the Ebo language). Akwa's thunderous croak traveled for miles ~ a signal that Conjurer Daria was near. The echo of the toads burp was so ear-splitting, it would often wake entire townships, inside and outside Kazoo. Akwa was a vessel for communicating with Conjurer Daria's distant love, the rainbow wizard, @wizard62. In essence, the toad functioned as a portal through which the star-crossed lovers would communicate. The croaking was a language only she and he could understand and speak. \n### ."}
{"id": "a9be243b-7fd1-44be-8b9e-9a9ef7820b58-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:07.865", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNe9pjBdJ7hP21ZNkDyT6Lf5mu9m4XjSUh1nVTad3hbB", "txHash": "0xf3385e0a6cca2bfddb45b286869952a5d35ee231688227b475908aee762dad29", "createdAtBlock": 14598381, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6709, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Daria of the Circle", "text": "### .\nThis is the story of Conjurer Daria of the Circle, the wondrous elf wizard of Kazoo and her trusty toad Akwa. While Conjurer Daria's current whereabouts remain unknown, Akwa provided the following accounts (some warm, others petrifying) and entered them into the Book of Lore."}
{"id": "b9d285f5-ab8d-4d21-bd54-dec5df134fe7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:02.105", "backgroundColor": "#2e1040", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWbpWTP3n7B63warqp12gDSUoGYrjiuoqVSg4bPZaXox9", "txHash": "0xe787f33ec57482348064fb00e9a5d3e9a95818859ddb8678bfd36ac67f1cf832", "createdAtBlock": 14592620, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6763, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Black Phillip of the Sun", "text": "## Necromancer Phillip of the Sun\n\n\nYou're from the Shadow? The Quantum Shadow? The crowded, vaulted room fell silent. Mages old and young turned to see what was going on.\n\nYes, Phillip answered. His eyes shimmered and shifted as he spoke, from a deep, dreamlike red to a pure black worthy of a void.\n\nI am.\n\nI've heard a few grand claims in my day, the old mage replied, but that has to be the most ridiculous I've heard so far!\n\nThe great hall of Calistas Citadel erupted into raucous laughter. The wizards shed tears of hilarity while Phillip stood silent. \n\nHe then raised his staff.\n\nYou do know where you are, boy. another mage chimed in. There are easier ways to die.\n\nThe old mage who had ridiculed Phillip summoned an orb of energy that lit the room. The other mages retreated to the corners and walls.\n\nSo be it, the old mage said, and fired the orb at Phillip. \n\nThe others expected an explosion, but the energy was completely absorbed by Phillip's staff. He stayed silent.\n\nThe room suddenly went pitch-black. As the story goes, it stayed that way for what seemed like hours according to some accounts, and days to others. But the one certainty is this; Phillip had disappeared, and the old mage was replaced by a withered, grey corpse, devoid of all life until it suddenly began to groan, and scratch, and babble. The other mages put it out of its misery, because whatever it was, it wasn't human anymore. It was something evil. They thought it best to bury him in a remote place, and so the old mage's grave is empty save for a headstone.\n\nPhillip is thought to have come out of The Quantum Shadow fully formed.\n\nHe prefers it this way."}
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{"id": "15fb0b23-b6b5-4298-abc3-7fd24df3c3e5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:05.576", "backgroundColor": "#f6dfc5", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVU4DoQB1oSiBv8as4LM5yMfjFZdD8bqiQU9DNsz9oRKm", "txHash": "0x955515f1ee7bc16cfa1337bdcc9e31226e106966b2f001d3b2b70f67c0eb2e61", "createdAtBlock": 14597803, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1657, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills", "text": ">This offer of a free ale did not raise a feeling of gratitude in Caligula but rather a feeling of suspicion as this was not a usual occurrence in such an impoverished area. Even so Caligula raised his mug in thanks to the stranger and watched as other patrons gathered around him. The stranger had beaming red eyes and a green hood covering his head, he spoke with a shaken high pitched voice and seemed to be brimming with excitement and energy. The strangers frantic conversation with the other patrons did not pique the curiosity of Caligula until he started talking about a miracle drink...  \n\"This drink will cure all your ailments and give you boundless energy\" the stranger announced. Caligula's curiosity was now piqued as he suffered from many ailments and wanted to know more as this stranger did seem abnormally energetic, he now listened even closer. \"The drink is expensive as it comes from an exotic source, **KOBOLD** blood!\" the stranger screeched \"and the meat is delicious to.\" he added...  \n\nA sudden lightning bolt of terror and disgust shot through Caligula's entire body, he could not believe what he had just heard. His heart raced and he was shocked that this stranger could openly announce this great cruelty to all those around him with not shame in his voice but with excitement and glee. Unable to contain himself Caligula rose from his seat and charged at the stranger without thought, only driven by instinct and disgust. Caligula's rush to action while noble was ultimately doomed to fail as this cruel stranger turned out to be a very powerful wizard and with one brush of his hand and a flash of light Caligula was rendered unconscious by his powerful magic..."}
{"id": "15fb0b23-b6b5-4298-abc3-7fd24df3c3e5-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:05.576", "backgroundColor": "#f6dfc5", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVU4DoQB1oSiBv8as4LM5yMfjFZdD8bqiQU9DNsz9oRKm", "txHash": "0x955515f1ee7bc16cfa1337bdcc9e31226e106966b2f001d3b2b70f67c0eb2e61", "createdAtBlock": 14597803, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1657, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills", "text": ">After what seemed like an eternity Caligula awoke dazed and confused. The stranger was gone and so was the barkeep and other patrons, the only one left in the tavern besides Caligula was his loyal familiar Ratticus Finch. After he collected himself he raised to his feet with one thought in mind, one purpose. This killer of Kobolds, the vile stranger must be found and brought to justice and all those who aid him in his perverse dietary choices must be exposed and **STOPPED!** For the first time in his life Caligula had a purpose worthy of pursuing and he was of one mind, one focus. Caligula could not allow an evil such as this to exist, \"Who would capture, kill and consume a Kobold!\" he thought to himself. If they would do that to the gentle yet mischievous Kobolds they would do it to anyone, perhaps the imps are next...  \n\nCaligula jumped into action and combed the land to find answers. He started with the barkeep and the others who were at the tavern that night but none of them remembered the incident at all and looked at him as if he was insane. The stranger must of used his magic on them to make them forget. A distant memory entered Caligula's head, a conversation he had with his mentor from many years ago one which described a ritual which could give you insight into the memories of the souls who had perished in a violent way. This was Caligula's best option so he made his way to the closest wizards college so he could browse their library in hopes that he would find this ritual. Once at the library Caligula realized the colossal task that was before him. The library had five floors of wall to wall scrolls and books which contained the collective knowledge from many wizards through out the land..."}
{"id": "15fb0b23-b6b5-4298-abc3-7fd24df3c3e5-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:05.576", "backgroundColor": "#f6dfc5", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVU4DoQB1oSiBv8as4LM5yMfjFZdD8bqiQU9DNsz9oRKm", "txHash": "0x955515f1ee7bc16cfa1337bdcc9e31226e106966b2f001d3b2b70f67c0eb2e61", "createdAtBlock": 14597803, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1657, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills", "text": ">Caligula popped a revivification potion and started the search for the ritual. He furiously went from shelf to shelf, book to book and scroll to scroll. After many hours of searching it was Ratticus Finch who finally found the book which contained the ancient ritual, it was titled *Ritual of Remembrance*. As he read through the ritual he realized performing it would come at a great cost, it would require the sacrifice of ones eye to gain the insight into the land of souls but Caligula was so determined to end this evil practice that this sacrifice would not bother him in the slightest. The ritual would also require the finger nail clippings of the intended species which you wish to target which would not be a problem since Caligula knew of a rotund Kobold called Jitcy who would freely offer it to him...  \n\nAll the ingredients were collected and the ritual chamber was ready. Once the ritual was completed Caligula would gain the ability to view the memories of the lost souls while he slept which would give him vital clues to help him track down the vile Kobold killers. He gathered his thoughts in the ritual chamber and began then proceeded with the ritual. The candles were lit, the magic circle was drawn and the alter of flame was ready to receive the required ingredients. The hardest part was still to come, he threw the Kobold nail clippings into the alter of flames and took a deep breath before quickly plucking his left eye out with a golden fork. The pain was more than he could handle and it took all the strength within him to throw his eye into the alter of flames and say the magic words to complete the ritual. Once the final word was spoken the alter of flame extinguished itself and a haunting sound emanated within the ritual chamber..."}
{"id": "15fb0b23-b6b5-4298-abc3-7fd24df3c3e5-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:05.576", "backgroundColor": "#f6dfc5", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVU4DoQB1oSiBv8as4LM5yMfjFZdD8bqiQU9DNsz9oRKm", "txHash": "0x955515f1ee7bc16cfa1337bdcc9e31226e106966b2f001d3b2b70f67c0eb2e61", "createdAtBlock": 14597803, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1657, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills", "text": ">The ritual was complete but Caligula never felt anything different within himself except for the excruciating pain coming from the bloody hole where his eye used to be. Ratticus Finch brought over a little bag for Caligula which contained some medicinal herbs and a rather nice black leather eye patch. After thanking his trusty familiar Ratticus, he tended to his eye and then set off to his bed as he was exhausted from the ritual and was in dire need of sleep. As he nestled down to rest he hoped that the ritual would work and he would enter the land of lost souls and gain valuable insight into the shameful deaths of innocent Kobolds...  \n\nCaligula slowly drifted off to sleep and was immediately bombarded with visions of death, squeals and torture. The scenes of Kobolds getting caged, taunted and disemboweled was horrifying. Meat cleavers, bone saws and filleting knives were the tools of their wicked trade. He awoke from his hellish sleep and was shaken to his core. It was too much for him to handle, the flurry of violent visions had left him shaken and concerned for whats to come. For the first time in his journey he felt true fear as he knew the ritual would be permanent until he could find those he was looking for. Either he would have to catch the evil Kobold killers or he would be driven mad by the visions which would come for him every night..."}
{"id": "15fb0b23-b6b5-4298-abc3-7fd24df3c3e5-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:05.576", "backgroundColor": "#f6dfc5", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVU4DoQB1oSiBv8as4LM5yMfjFZdD8bqiQU9DNsz9oRKm", "txHash": "0x955515f1ee7bc16cfa1337bdcc9e31226e106966b2f001d3b2b70f67c0eb2e61", "createdAtBlock": 14597803, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1657, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills", "text": ">The months past quickly after the day when the ritual took place, each and every night had haunting visions of vile perversions. With every vision the mind of Caligula grew smaller while the memories of the slain Kobold's took up more and more space in Caligula's head. He could not tell where he began and the memories of the Kobold's ended, they all meshed into one mind. After every night he filled his journal up with clues of the perpetrators. He jotted down the cruel mannerism and sketched their faces which often had wild smiles and beaming possessed eyes. He would catch a name here and there when there were more than two of them in the room tormenting the unfortunate victim. There was one name though, one name that was spoken by all of them and it was **\"Master of Spots Hunter!\"** This man must be their leader and Caligula was sure it was the grey bearded wizard in a ridiculous leopard skin onesie that he saw over and over again in his vision. This man was the most vile of them all because it seemed as if he did not consume the flesh and blood of the Kobold's which he killed himself but rather served it to his familiar which was a demonic looking white dog. The only pleasure he seemed to get from this activity was to witness the pain which he inflicted on the Kobold's, he would not smile often but when he did it was because the Kobold squealed in just the right way after a demented torture of his..."}
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{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "The Caduceus of Hermes Trismegistus \n\n\nEnigma was a young swamp witch who lived in a small, but tidy hut, somewhere in the forest of the Fey. She was not like any other swamp witch, for she was born of light. Her soul, known as a Lightborn, was one of love, light and true goodness.\n\nNow, this didn't mean she wasn't capable of bad or stupid mistakes, she was mortal after all! What it did mean is she was way more likely to be a gentle, kind person, and her magic, unlike many others, was itself, pure light.\n\nIt would be this very distinct quality that would cause her much trouble at a young age. Shortly after birth, her entire coven turned on her, treating her like an outsider and a servant. They would often torture and humiliate her, and refused teach her the tradition magicks of the coven.\n\nThis was all well and fine as the thought of using any type of blood magic made Enigma's skin crawl. She'd rather just be friends, instead of murdering and hollowing out their insides for some generic power from some generic god.\n\t\nAt the tender age of 9, she snuck off into the night, using the foggy Fey as cover. Her innate powers of light really began to manifest once she ran away. This was a key factor in her survival, as she ended up getting lost in the Thorn basically right away.\n\nShe would survive (and eventually thrive) as she wandered the Runiverse. She was quite aggressively helpful in her teen years, as she learned to master her light magic. She could heal any wound, prevent any loss, except death of course (that's necromancy and ya girl doesn't dabble in the dark arts) and also learned she had quite a knack for gardening!"}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Her naivety in the world often got her in trouble, as bandits and scam artists are always looking for a tender soul to offend. She would wisen up, with each encounter, without ever losing her compassionate demeanor, if not being just a bit worse for wear!\n\nThe years would pass, as they do. Enigma has settled into a place she felt at home, far from her old coven. She's since mastered her light magic, trained in the art of the wild with the Druids of the Valley, and is now considered a proper protector of the woods.\n\nShe would have a most fateful encounter with old gods, artifacts of great power, and ultimately start down the path of her destiny of being one of the Great Lightborn Heroes.\n\nThat day would start like any other. She'd wake up just as the sun would start peeping through the curtains in her tiny, yet tidy, hut. She'd slip out of bed without waking Fred (her delightful slime familiar), grab her trusty walking stick, and head out the door into the woods.\n\nHer morning routine consisted of foraging for mushrooms in the local area, as she and Fred were both vegans, and were the tastiest thing one could eat around here. She would gather just what she intended to eat, and then stop by a small waterfall hidden in the swamp. \n\nShe'd wash the mushrooms, and collect some of the flowers that grew on the banks of the pool that the waterfall fed into. These were the key to her special mushroom magic. When sauteed for just the right amount of time, the flowers would give just a hint of magic to whatever they were added to. (In Enigma's case, it just made them super tasty!)"}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "She'd get back home to her little hut, get a fire going, and within moments the entire glade where she had set up shop smelt delicious. This, of course, would attract all means of wildlife. Enigma would eat just enough for herself, and give the rest out to all of her woodland friends.\n\nOnce the morning ritual was complete, she'd grab her trusty red hip pouch, her walking stick, and would head off in a new direction to find whatever adventure might come her way! What with it being the Runiverse and all, it wasn't a long walk to said adventure.\n\nHer travels on this particular day would lead her to Kelpie's bay, where she would often go to forage for lobster and seashells. The day's journey to the beach would be another mundane one, as the roads were well maintained and had lots of traffic.\n\nIt didn't take but a few hours for Enigma and Fred to reach Onikki Beach, a tiny private beach hidden along the shore of Kelpie's Bay. This particular location was a favorite to the swamp witch, as it rarely saw any other visitors. She'd also swear to anyone willing to listen that the cutest seashells were found here.\n\nThe tide was unusually low, but Enigma paid it no heed. \"It's most likely just one the wizard capitals up to something hinky,\" she thought to herself. Although it was much, much lower than she'd ever seen.\n\nSo much so that some of the ancient ruins were sticking out of the sand. Not a new discovery, but they were usually underwater! Not being much of a swimmer, she had very little interaction with any of the ruins of Atlantis, though the remnant technology scattered the Runiverse."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "That would change very soon, though. Enigma may have been responsible and thoughtful, but she was nothing if not chronically spontaneous. This time, however, it would be mostly Fred's fault, as the little slime took right off towards one of the recently-revealed ruins in the coastline.\n\n\"Fred, what ARE you doing?? Ugh.\" Enigma, in no hurry, heads over towards what was clearly a shrine to some ancient god. When she caught up, Fred was sitting on the shrine, staring blankly at the idol affixed to it.\n\nIt was a statue of the Messenger God, Hermes Trismegistus, this time, depicted as a female. The trademark winged feet, and holding a staff high above her head, the remains of the shrine lay before Enigma. \n\nWho, by the way, was in absolute awe. While educated in many things, such as the druidic arts, how to be your best friend, and how to make delightful fried mushrooms, she was woefully ignorant of the previous cultures of her home continent. \n\nShe was immediately taken by the shrine, and busted out her charcoal and parchment, and began furiously recreating the shrine via drawing. Within moments, she had a crudely drawn image of the statue. It looked nothing like what she was standing in front of.\n\nWith a little giggle, she whispers a few words, taps the parchment, and suddenly a small shower of rainbow sparks erupts.  After they clear away, the parchment is no longer a doodle, but a lifelike recreation of the statue. Some would say it looks like it was a photograph, whatever that was!"}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "After taking a moment to admire her handiwork, she folded up the parchment and put it back in her pouch, before returning her gaze to the statue. It was quite masterfully crafted, and had weathered the erosion quite well. The facial features were defined, almost realistic, and the body looked as if it were truly draped in Greecian silk.\n\nThe base of the shrine, there lay a small alms bowl, carved out of the marble, as well as a small cutout that looks like it was meant to fit a humanoid hand.\n\n\"Well now...that's strange, what on earth would you put there?\" Enigma wondered out loud. Fred responded by rolling backwards and making eye contact with.\n\n\"I mean yeah I know, it's for a hand, but why?! You don't think that's odd?\" The swamp witch responded (Fred was telepathic, thanks to the alchemical accident that created him).\n\n\"No, Fred, it IS odd! Wait, what?? Why should I put MY hand there? You put your hand there!!\" Enigma said, slowly realizing she was talking to a slime. \"Ugh fine, but it looks like something should go in the bowl, so...hop in.\" She said, with a smirk and she stuffed her familiar into the marble bowl.\n\nNot really sure what to do, but always seemingly coaxed by her slime, Enigma placed her hand on the dias and waited.\n\n\"YOU do something! What the heck am I supposed to do?\" Enigma and Fred went back and forth while the two argued over the statue. While this was going on, the entire shrine started to hum quietly and began to glow."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "It was reacting to her hand! Fred quickly hopped out of the bowl and into Enigma's hair, all the while encouraging her to stay put. Which, duh. At this point, she was enthralled! Magic shiny things were a notable weak point, and this was getting really shiny really quick!\n\nWell, glowy, really. Eventually, Enigma took her hand back, and stepped back, but the statue only continued to glow and hum, as if it were charging up. She could feel the energy coming off the statue, but this only enticed her more.\n\nThen, suddenly---*ZZZZAAAPPP* A loud crack and a bright white light fills the sky, and the two are gone. Onikki beach is once again empty, the Shrine of Hermes nowhere to be found\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\tWhat the HECK?! Enigma screeched, as she and Fred came tumbling down from nowhere into a hard granite floor. One minute standing on the beach, the next, she was falling, discombobulated and unsure of where she was.\n\n\tIt took her a moment to get herself together enough to stand up, and take stock of her new situation. After doing a quick check on Fred, she cast a small ambient light spell on the slime, to give herself some kind of visibility. It had been quite dark when she landed, and she feared the worst.\n\n\tAnd just like that, the darkness faded and gave way to ruins unlike any shed have ever seen. In the distance, she could see large towers and spires of marble and glass, and the sound of water rushing could be heard somewhere nearby.\n\n\tWhere she had landed seemed to be isolated from the rest ofwherever it was she ended up. The ground was overgrown, and the trees looked like they may have had leaves on them once upon a time."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "She didnt even really have time to think about how she got there, when a small dias in the center of the clearing caught her attention (but not before she scooped up Fred and gave him a big hug).\n\n\tThe dias itself was made of marble, and it housed a large, glowing glass cube. Enigma had very little exposure to the tech of the old worlds, and was mesmerized by the glowing light slowly pouring out of the glass cube. \n\n\t\n\n\tThe light didnt seem to permeate very far, even though it seemed to be glowing quite brightly. Unable to resist the call of adventure, Enigma approached the dias and scooped up the glowing cube without a second thought.\n\n\n\tIt was quite warm to the touch, and seemed to react to her, the light pulsing ever so slightly where her hand made contact. After a few seconds of fiddling with it, it began to vibrate, and suddenly a mechanical voice filled the air.\n\n\tPlease state your request. The voice said, emotionless, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once.\n\n\tUm what?? Id uhlike to go home? Enigma asked, unsure of what to do next.\n\n\tUnable to comply. Please state your request. The voice repeated, as emotionless as before.\n\n\tNow, Enigma was really confused. All she wanted to do was collect some seashells and go home with a snack! Now shes in this strange place, with strange voices asking her strange things. \n\n\tUgh, what do you mean unable to comply!! What kind of request can I make? She asked, somewhat exasperated with the situation.\n\n\tThe cube responded to her question by changing colors from the soft white to more of a lavender. Once this change was complete, the voice spoke once more."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Initiating help routine alpha. This is an Atlantean Forge Model 12 Hermes. Designed to fabricate and empower personal artifacts for the followers of Hermes. Please select from the following models. A few seconds go by, the cube makes a brief whirring noise and changes color once more, this time to a pastel green.\n\n\tSome text appears before Enigma, in a language she was very much unable to read, and floating magically, as if made from light. It indeed was! It was a hologram being projected by the cube, but Enigma wasnt keen on these facts.\n\n\tAs she sat there, staring at the unfamiliar words, trying to formulate what she could possibly do, a loud screech emanated from the cube, and it suddenly turned bright red and fell to the floor.\n\n\tEnigma scooted back instinctively, as a new hologram spit from the cube. This time, it wasnt words, but the outline of a person! After a few seconds passed, the outline became a full image. Standing before Enigma now was a beautiful woman made of light.\n\n\tEnigma, please do not be afraid. I have been waiting for you! A new voice echoed through the chamber, but this time it sounded as if it came from an actual person. It was soft and kind, almost familiar.\n\n\tUhhow do you know my name?? Where am I? What is going on here?! Enigmas emotions finally got the best of her, and she broke down in tears (mostly from stress, but also from the fear of a random ghost lady in the middle of nowhere knowing your name)."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "You are safe here, sweet druid. I am Hermes Trismegistus, and I have waited a very long time for you to find me. While Im just a vision of what once was, I have left for you the only weapon you will ever need to wield. My caduceus The voices words tapered off, as if sad.\n\n\tMoments later, the dias where the cube had been resting slid to one side, and revealed a small chamber underneath. A dazzling blue staff rose from underneath, and floated over to Enigma, as if guided by magic.\n\n\tThe staff, known far and wide as The Caduceus, was Hermes personal staff, and had been the subject of much magic and many miracles. If it was at all like the legend says, it would make her healing magic something of legend.\n\n\tThis is and always has been meant for you, my child. For you are Lightborn, the last of the true Atlantean bloodline. With my staff, your destiny shall begin. It has been foretold since my time that the Lightborn would be the last defense against the encroaching quantum darkness. The lady of light stopped for a moment, almost as if giving Enigma a moment to think.\n\n\tYou must find others like you, and prevent the darkness from taking over. If your light should be tainted, all will be lost. Now, there will only be enough power to send you back, so I must end this recording now. I am certain of your success, Enigma, be strong. The lady of light fades to darkness, and suddenly\n\n*ZZZZAAAPPP* A loud crack and a bright white light fills the air, and the two are back at Onikki beach."}
{"id": "ce41ce55-d954-4ff0-86df-4a341c63ca77-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:57.939", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b1c", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAwCMr7ot6ecFNdYQyp5EkmiN8yaif4MDdUPZ6soARAp", "txHash": "0xe9c955edf51f3a45cdc42241004d8c7e7a5bd0e6f63128d67cb43a4a21603f78", "createdAtBlock": 15543095, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmakYBqroAscGtMSsvLaE3pVNWTboXMQ5xMsPDfnkFCzf3", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "WHAT THE HECK!!!! Enigma screamed, stomping her feet in frustration. What do you mean What?, Fred? HM? You dont think it was a little weird that we got zapped twice in less than 10 minutes, had some ancient god tell us some nonsense, and then stuff this funny walking stick into my hands, and send me out the door? Enigma said in one breath, clearly trying to process what she had just experienced.\n\n\tFred, on the other hand, seemed very unphased, and went back to the original plan of digging up seashells and snacks from the coast. Enigma just stood there, staring at the statue of Hermes, wondering if this had all just been a weird hallucination (she had been known to have very little worry about what kind of mushrooms she ate). However, the humming blue staff in her hand was a reminder that it indeed was not a dream.\n\tAfter staring for a few more seconds, Enigma headed over to Fred, and joined him in his search for beach treasures. Shed spend the rest of the day figuring out what the heck did really just happen, and then, after coming up empty handed on both snacks and seashells, she decided it was time to end this adventure.\n\n\tCome, Fred, its time to go home! Enigma beckoned the slime, who hopped on over and right into her free arm. Lets see if this staff has any real oomph shall we? She giggled, muttered some magic words, and began to softly glow. The caduceus matched her glow and gave her Lightborn powers a serious boost of power.\n\n\tThe swamp witch began to glow brighter than ever, and with a quiet little poof, teleported home with the help of her newfound powers. This wouldnt be the end of Olympus and Atlantis sticking their noses into our poor swamp witchs life, but thats another story for another day!"}
{"id": "1148dbf7-48d4-490e-9f76-79ee134591df-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:49.656", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbUGcXm4xCvnEkML2WtRn15XWrupkL12scTACeYNfW29a", "txHash": "0x28b7b4438eecad754f83fffde713642904034f72fb670855690203af26f18d18", "createdAtBlock": 14653117, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7181, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": " Maia of the Capital", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "f37fe9b4-8c14-4494-95b6-cfc5c3ccd4e0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.911", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSK5VQeG9HPgugukhdf17a36qWxTvAj8UMppfBJi87AXK", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf4moj4Zozi4VtxqkGgZaauqm3iRmWXP1Ykpymjx4swtG", "name": "Shaman Milo ", "text": "# Chapter 1: A key in the firelight\nMilo watched from the shadows as the lone sorceress lovingly caressed the golden key. The metal shone seductively in the firelight. His hands trembled in anticipation.\n\n*Bring it to us, we must have it! Bring it to us now!*\n\nMilo nodded fervently as the voices urged him on. He crept through the dark copse, careful not to make a sound as he walked on the leaf-littered ground. If the legends about these keys were true, who knew what power this one might hold? \n\nHe smiled greedily to himself and pointed his forked garnet staff at the ground, the crimson stone whirring softly as it hovered in the air between the staffs split head. Faint trails of mist crept from the stone, questing out over the carpet of fallen leaves. The mist coaxed sinewy roots out of the ground and in a flash the roots had wrapped themselves around the sorceress. Though she struggled, the roots tightened their coils, constricting her breathing and preventing her from screaming. \n\nAs the face of the sorceress turned purple, Milo leaped into the circle of firelight and snatched up the key from where it had fallen on the bare earth. He held it in his two hands, the firelight reflected off the key, illuminating the bottom of his face. His blue rat, Seth, squeaked longingly from the ground next to his feet. Milo knew that the voices spoke to Seth too."}
{"id": "f37fe9b4-8c14-4494-95b6-cfc5c3ccd4e0-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.911", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSK5VQeG9HPgugukhdf17a36qWxTvAj8UMppfBJi87AXK", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf4moj4Zozi4VtxqkGgZaauqm3iRmWXP1Ykpymjx4swtG", "name": "Shaman Milo ", "text": "Suddenly wild noises erupted in the darkness all around them. A large shape burst into the clearing in a whirl of brilliant white, gold, and pink. A spear-like horn tipped with a vicious point bore down on Milo as he raised his garnet staff to strike, but he was too slow. The key was ripped from his hands, spinning around the horn before being flung over the fire and out of sight. \n\n*Noooooooooo!*\n\nThe voices seared through his mind and a large Rune of Venus on a rounded plate of burnished gold slammed into his face. The last thing he heard as he was flung backwards was a triumphant neighing: YEAH baby! Now thats how its done!\n\n# Chapter 2: The genesis of a trio\nThe sun was beating down on Milo. His head pounded as he was jostled up and down, his hands bound behind him. Everything ached, but for once, mercifully, the voices were silent. He decided to remain as still as possible in the hope that they wouldnt return. Maybe he could also discover what in the Runiverse had happened to him. \n\nThe voice he had heard just before he had been knocked unconscious was speaking: Now, see, just because a being has four legs, does that automatically mean they gotta be the one doing all the carrying? I mean, I aint complaining, its just something to ruminate on, yknow?\n\nIts not because you have four legs, Ishtar. Im not asking Haze to carry him. You just happen to be *such a big, strong pony!*\n\nThe pony  Ishtar?  grunted in response to his female companion. Well technically, Haze doesn't really have any legs, does she? Shes a shard of the bloomin celestial consciousness. Wouldnt be right to ask her."}
{"id": "f37fe9b4-8c14-4494-95b6-cfc5c3ccd4e0-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.911", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSK5VQeG9HPgugukhdf17a36qWxTvAj8UMppfBJi87AXK", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf4moj4Zozi4VtxqkGgZaauqm3iRmWXP1Ykpymjx4swtG", "name": "Shaman Milo ", "text": "Such a noble steed! Dont worry, well be there before nightfall  see that low set of hills up ahead? Should be far enough from the Veil for Rainbow Cakes to split the fabric of the cosmos. For some reason elevation seems to help. \n\nYes, well, good. But hey, listen, dont you get any ideas Sheba, this is a partnership, got it? I aint nobodys steed.\n\nOf course not. Haze is my familiar and were also partners. So I guess now that makes us a trio. \n\nThe pony seemed to be mulling this over as they walked on in silence for a short time. Milo cautiously opened one eye and was blinded by the harsh light. When he regained his vision, he saw a fox trotting along beside him, grinning up at him and making a point  it seemed  of flashing rather large canines in his direction. Milo looked to the side and saw Seth. The blue rats head poked out of a small sack that bounced off the gold armour plating on the ponys flank. Seths eyes looked wild as he stared in naked terror at the fox.\n\nA dusky face framed by raven hair had popped into his view. The girls large dark eyes sparkled with amusement: Dont worry about the teeth, shes not serious. Its just fox humour. Shes really taken to it. The girl winked at Milo, then disappeared from view again. The vixens grin widened, then she looked meaningfully at Seth and ostentatiously licked her lips.\n\nThe pony was speaking again. You know Sheba, last night *was* pretty fun. The old unicorn horn aint seen that much action in hoo-wee, I dont even remember! If I didnt have this load on my back, I reckon Id do a little prance. You got it baby, a trio we are!"}
{"id": "f37fe9b4-8c14-4494-95b6-cfc5c3ccd4e0-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.911", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSK5VQeG9HPgugukhdf17a36qWxTvAj8UMppfBJi87AXK", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf4moj4Zozi4VtxqkGgZaauqm3iRmWXP1Ykpymjx4swtG", "name": "Shaman Milo ", "text": "The girl barked a short, triumphant laugh. Milo was starting to feel decidedly woozy, and the conversation faded into the background.\n\n# \nWhen Milo came around he looked up to see a rolling set of grassy hills. The girl and the pony were seemingly still talking.\n\nThats nothing, if youre looking for conceited, let me tell you something: my father *cloned himself in owl form* to be his own familiar!\n\nThe pony gave a whinny of amusement. Are you *serious*?\n\nOh thats not even the worst part. He even *named* it after himself!\n\nThe pair began laughing uproariously. Now that the pain in his head was subsiding, Milo began to feel a little disgruntled.\n\nHey! Hey, you two! What is the meaning of this? Do you know who I am? Release me this instant!\n\nThe laughter cut short immediately and the jostling stopped as the pony came to a standstill. Milo could hear the girls footsteps approaching, then she was standing next to him. He squinted up at her.\n\nOh no, Milo. No, no, no, no, no. I know *exactly* who you are. Youve been a very naughty Shaman. You know extorting and killing Rudimentals gives the magic community a bad name. Its no wonder the Celestials are gaining support against planetary magic. And then you went and killed that sorceress. Thats something I can usually get behind, but for a shadowkey? Now the Key Master has to get involved.\n\nMilo summoned up his most convincing indignation. Shadowkey? What in the Sacred Pillars are you talking about? It was a gift from a close witchdoctor friend of mine, and that wretched sorceress *stole* it from me!"}
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{"id": "f37fe9b4-8c14-4494-95b6-cfc5c3ccd4e0-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.911", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSK5VQeG9HPgugukhdf17a36qWxTvAj8UMppfBJi87AXK", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf4moj4Zozi4VtxqkGgZaauqm3iRmWXP1Ykpymjx4swtG", "name": "Shaman Milo ", "text": "As the dust cleared, @wizard777 spread his arms wide. Ah, my child, I see you have been busy! And you have a new friend! May I say that pink tail is absolutely *fabulous*. Is that a set of Legendary Armour? I had not thought to see such finery again, not since Nergal the Pugnacious retired to the Dream Realm. It warms my heart to see that the Dream Ponies have returned to the physical world. \n \nMilo gaped at the wondrous rainbow-coloured colossus striding towards them. His one giant eye was set in the centre of a golden pyramid-shaped head wedged onto his muscular shoulders. In his right hand he held a large golden key, identical to the one Milo had held in his hands so briefly the night before, though this one was dwarfed by the Key Masters massive fist. A translucent Infinity Rune revolved lazily in the air just above the pyramids apex.\n\nSacred Key Master, well I gotta tell ya, this is wild! You were always in all of Nergals best stories! I never thought Id get a chance to meet ya!\n\nRainbow Cakes, this is @pony77. Hes agreed to join me and Haze in hunting down the shadowkeys for you.\n\nWell thats fantastic, ! But I do wish you wouldnt call me that. Its bad enough when Derek does it.\n\nAlright, alright, keep your colours on. Where *is* Derek anyway?\n\nHes taken a quick detour to the Psychic Leap. He knows I cant go there; I think he does it just to annoy me. He did mention something about finding some minds to chew on I try not to ask too many questions; you know how sphinxes are.\n\nSure do, big guy. Anyway, do you want to see your present?"}
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{"id": "3e45dc18-c11e-4232-8c9c-47101ca87ca0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:35.099", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSWWR7bn41dALqnJeDSJR4g2vhzXoTBG7gknXKwmS8wYS", "txHash": "0x9b82ab7776834262a1140966c57a58dd0ae7f93627c5eb60b2697addc3e042a9", "createdAtBlock": 14617057, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4727, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Dutorn of the Atheneum", "text": "A thunderous crash awakens Dutorn from his enchantment. His latest lessons from the book of spells have been to attempt to conquer the astral plane, seeing as he has finally mastered the physical one. His surroundings show no signs of change, but something within stirs. He can sense that something is a little off, and his slime too quivers. He returns to his lessons.\n\n\nOne day passes. He is taking a break from the astral plane to have a meal - keeping his physical body alive has simply become a chore. At the same time as yesterday, another thunderous roar from afar. No this can not be a coincidence. This time he is determined to investigate. \n\n\nDutorn heads in to town, where everything is buzzing. Wizards and familiars alike, darting from place to place. Store shelves are being emptied, others are being boarded up. A peculiar wizard with bumps in to him almost cutting him with his scythe. \n\n\n\"What's with all the commotion\" Dutorn asks.\n\n\n\"Where are you been? They've been released! Two of them now. Two beasts, and who knows how many more. I need to find the rest of my defense spell ingredients, you should be preparing too\" the wizard stutters, and runs towards to the big potion shop. \n\n\"So it's finally happened\" Dutorn mutters to himself. \"All that preparation, and it's finally time\""}
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{"id": "fd03a140-e69c-4845-904e-b8471e26153f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:45.142", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcLA21uuZHUrdtsNn3JTAo7MwBRx2pTbEtmPY187ZiUp1", "txHash": "0x1582bc449cb665648111f5926953ccef25e73004b4af665ed7160ff1483564ff", "createdAtBlock": 14617935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 138, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Garfield the Exemplary", "text": "While not arcane in nature, it has been said that the bond between master and steed is not all that different to that of Familiar and Wizard.\n>  \n> Indeed, a mount well cared for - groomed, loved and respected like family - would not merely be an exemplary beast of burden, but could be prone to great sacrifice on behalf of their master.\n> \n> It is not unheard of that such a horse would be driven to dive head first through fire, mane aflame and eyes ablaze - facing equine terrors unimaginable - on behalf of those they have learned to love.\n>  \n\nThe ropes chafed his neck. \n\nAnd the scents and sounds were still all wrong.\n\nThe moon was the same, the giant eye in the night sky granting a semblance of normalcy, but the land was unfamiliar and Garfield felt utterly alone.\n\nEver since that terrifying night of fire and stifling smoke, of chaos and confusion, he had not seen or smelled Master. Kind Master, fair Master. \n\nIn frustration he stomped his hooves, snorted and pulled at his ropes again. Only to receive another rock thrown at his flank, unkind words wielded like a wicked lash, followed by bouts of laughter. \n\nMaster has a nice laugh, but this laugher was not the good kind.\n\nThe night breeze changed directions and suddenly his mane shivered and both ears perked up. Breathing deep, Garfield was sure; Master was near."}
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{"id": "8ded1335-8939-45a1-b7ad-0e527498d796-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-16T23:50:04.606", "backgroundColor": "#3a2f60", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMuwraSYXgwsssoatrc39Ho7yqaAXv88pKG4w9TPc5YR", "txHash": "0xd126e682701337b734d4a748ae2ae2a987e2767d412272aaf3eb0ecd216a9a7d", "createdAtBlock": 15549546, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6247, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Horned Phantasm Milton of the Ice Abyss", "text": "Read @wizard2140's lore to see how Milton got to this point.\n# A New Beginning \nUpon entering the flame, Milton was immediately struck with regret. The heat came over him all at once like a tidal wave. The flame grew so intense that he could not bear it. He tried to make a break for safety, but it was too late. Struck with paralysis, he was frozen in time and space like a statue.\n\nMiltons nostrils were soon filled with the stench of burnt hair. This unpleasant fragrance served as a cruel reminder of the soft white beard that once covered his face. The temperature appeared to lower as he slowly began to lose feeling in his extremities. He saw that he was still engulfed in the flame. He knew he was still on fire. So why did he feel so cold?\n\nHis flesh began to bubble and soon dripped from his bones like molten rubber, leaving behind only a dark remnant of what he once was. Surely this will be the end, he thought; no one could survive this. Almost on cue, everything went black.\n\nWhen Milton came to his senses, he could barely see. Everything was fuzzy, and he had a terrible throbbing in his head. This was no typical headache. It felt like a man with a knife was desperately trying to cut their way out of his skull. After everything, he just went through; he would not be surprised if that were indeed the case.\n\nAmid his throbbing headache, Milton remembered that he had not entered the flame alone. Where was his ladybug? Did he make it out of the flame? Could he have survived the heat? Lord knows Milton barely made it out alive. The pain in Miltons head grew too much to bear. He screamed out in pain as two horns simultaneously pierced through his temples."}
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{"id": "16ea2914-2a67-4525-a434-c965fcd588f8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:43:32.764", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXfYzHXRg7HyRCTqiPREwoQtra5wQU9WGCPCCHiphYaY8", "txHash": "0x7aa0b794d3c8a5c007cf1f82e6909545276c00ce75f6dd562dfad037ed408690", "createdAtBlock": 14621659, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5501, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNiHAppBshsxBkiULo3Pm5wePT12wq1jWCJGvBXSENCAZ", "name": "Magus Zafar of the Desert", "text": "# The Writings of Magus Zafar of the Desert\n\n\n\n\n> There is a reason the secret tower is secret in these modern times. \n\n> There are those who fear magic and its power. \n\n> Many died trying to protect the old tower.\n\n> Many books and tomes were destroyed.\n\n> Now the world needs magic more than ever.\n\n> And the Runes will be remembered.\n\n\n-----------------------------------\n-------------------------------------\n----------------------------------------\n\n# Dramas in the Blue\n\n\nI once tried stopping the clouds  \nbeyond the reach of the sun  \nout of sight but not outside of mind.  \nI did not want them to obstruct my light,  \nthe beloved light of the sun.  \nI would toss and turn as the weather would  \nchange, all effort spent maintaining the light.  \nIt was not until one day in the desert I stumbled  \nacross a plant that   \nthe clouds returned to the sky. \n\n.\n\nI lost control and  \nall light was gone, to  \nmy two brown eyes, they cried  \ntears of loss and despair. In the darkness  \nthey took my life  all that I thought I was.  \nMy family, my home, my place, my light, I  \nwas lost in the darkness on my own.  \nI saw no way out, I lost tomorrow,  \nI made a final choice.  \nThrow myself into the clouds of sorrow, of loss  \nA final peace I hoped to find,  \n\n.\n\nnon-existence in no-light.  \nAnd yet instead I emerged,  \nto light on the otherside.  \nIts strength, its power, changing   \nthe clouds, clearing the once opaque.  \nAnd in the space the light came through,  \nin truth it was never gone.   \nNow I let the clouds come and go, knowing  \n\n."}
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{"id": "5fa270e9-3577-4996-9796-2eb302fa5651-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-27T17:17:16.051", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXD2wRaNoWWhDN8UsNGYfB5Ua9UjaMNne9FRhLfJVBE1J", "txHash": "0x8c25d8b59b77fd7ac901e51e2b4e07257517f05c41c1bab93666d91fcb74b529", "createdAtBlock": 15626125, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 239, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium", "text": "# THIS IS OFFICIAL LORE THIS IS NOT A JOKE BUT IT IS A JOKE AND IS ALSO LORE\n\n@wizard4104 stoked the fire. The soup was almost ready. @wizard239 had just come back to camp with more firewood, whistling to himself. The Buffkin Plains were serenely quiet that evening.\n\n\"Have I ever told you my favorite joke of all time?\" asked @wizard239.\n\n@wizard4104 looked up from the fire and scrunched his nose but also smiled.\n\n\"I don't believe so...\"\n\n@wizard239 sat down beside the other wizard and the fire.\n\n\"So, I was down in the Bugbear Boonies, and I have a few friends in that \nneck of the woods, and the most unintentionally hilarious thing happened - a couple of them started getting into an argument about feats of daring, and they kept trying to outdo each other by boasting about what they would do, then go do it, and so on...\"\n\n@wizard239 stopped a moment to taste-test the squashelly soup @wizard4104 was cooking up. He makes the sign of the Italian rune with his hands as he relishes the taste.\n\n\"So, they were arguing and boasting a bunch back and forth, and then this one pointed off in the distance about how he'd jump off this one cliff they all knew about. The others hushed for a moment, but then one bugbear in the back of the crowd yelled dismissively \"'He's lying, it's a bluff!'\"\n\n@wizard239 just continued looking at @wizard4104 and saying nothing, grinning.\n\nThe fire, crackling. The soup, gently bubbling.\n\n@wizard4104 narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow at first, and then smiled and chuckled."}
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{"id": "7215da2c-e02c-425c-95ff-41d88b263cd0-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-28T00:33:55.88", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbFQkYahzspCweQhDhgqefEHCmYVHVKaT7jLgQFUFVoiv", "txHash": "0x6cee2537252ae1c7e67bfea05f1597dbeea362094ae9d9735ad1ea2b3d40619e", "createdAtBlock": 15628283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6388, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Hashim of the Villa", "text": "The Plan\n\nHashim stared at Iprix with his golden eyes as his fingers slowly drummed the drained goblet, which at this point he wanted to be full again if only to momentarily forget the tale just spun. Iprix seemed lost in thought as he simply stared at the floor beneath his feet. \n\nHave I ever told you how Azazel and I becameacquainted? asked Hashim.\n\nGods no and we both know I dont like your familiar as much as you dont like mine. With that both cat and bat stared at their respective nemeses.\n\nSince were in a tale telling mood and this one which Ive never told anyone seems so pertinent, I must divulge. Dark times are ahead my friend. Mark my words. Would you be so kind to refill our goblets as I feel its necessary given the situation. \n\nHashim, when I have ever turned down a buzz and a good story? Iprix quickly cackled until he saw the look in his friends eyes. Dont make me reachpush that goblet a bit this way.\n\n Clearly we both know our familiars are far from their outward appearances, yes? I know Camazotz is no ordinary bat and you for sure known Zaz is only a cat in outward seeming. How you two met only matters to me if you wish to tell the story, but how Zaz and I met is a tale that I can no longer keep to myself\n\nHashim had been wandering The Sands after leaving his home for what seemed like an eternity for the young adept. Even at a young age he had shown incredible talent in the chaotic magic of the Purple Wizards but somehow his was still focused. He wouldnt be the assassin mage he was destined to become for years, but on this day he was one step closer to his path."}
{"id": "7215da2c-e02c-425c-95ff-41d88b263cd0-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-28T00:33:55.88", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbFQkYahzspCweQhDhgqefEHCmYVHVKaT7jLgQFUFVoiv", "txHash": "0x6cee2537252ae1c7e67bfea05f1597dbeea362094ae9d9735ad1ea2b3d40619e", "createdAtBlock": 15628283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6388, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Hashim of the Villa", "text": "If a traveler had seen him that day, one would have thought hed soon be dead from heat exhaustion and dehydration. If a traveler had been able to ask his parents, they would say their headstrong son would never succumb to such a mundane death. As parents usually are, they were right.\n\nHe had spent an innumerable amount of time training in that desolate wasteland honing his skills, perseverance and fortitude, and it was only these attributes that kept him moving step after step in search of an oasis that he knew in his soul would be over the next dune. Unfortunately for our young Hashim, his corporeal body was of a different mindset and about to give up when in the near distance he caught the glimmer of water.\n\nToday is not your day, my friend he rasped to the Reaper who he was both an acolyte and adversary of.\n\nKnowing he would soon be refreshed with life sustaining water, his steps quickened and soon he was within yards of the palm strewn oasis. As he was about to lean in with hands cupped, a presence was felt to his left. Without thinking, or perhaps thinking in desperation, Hashim reached within his purse and grabbed his vial of nightshade. An accidental misstep of not fully tempered youth, but one that would change the rest of his days.\n\nIn the one instant before smashing the life-stealing vial on the stones surrounding the life-giving water, Hashim was able to see his adversary. What loomed above him was a seven-foot-tall indigo hued Djinn reaching towards the young assassin.\n\nBefore blackness descended, his last thought was But I didnt even get a drink of water. After that, the real insanity began."}
{"id": "7215da2c-e02c-425c-95ff-41d88b263cd0-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-28T00:33:55.88", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbFQkYahzspCweQhDhgqefEHCmYVHVKaT7jLgQFUFVoiv", "txHash": "0x6cee2537252ae1c7e67bfea05f1597dbeea362094ae9d9735ad1ea2b3d40619e", "createdAtBlock": 15628283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6388, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Hashim of the Villa", "text": "Hashim awoke to what could only be described as a hellscape. He was on a blasted and ruined hillside watching hordes of the undead march below him. They were being driven onwards by all manner of demons that could only have been summoned from the deepest depths of Hells realms. As his gaze turned to the right in the direction the evil masses were traveling, he saw a massive flame emanating from a slowly rotating inverted pyramid. Just looking at the thing made his blood turn cold. \n\nAs his gaze was transfixed was on the flame in the distance, Hashim didnt notice the demonic figures who had broken from the horde towards his position. When he finally realized his imminent danger, it was too late. As the ghastly soldiers were about to close in on him, a sudden explosion, if thats what it could be described as, occurred and suddenly Hasim was lying next to the oasis once more.\n\nHello my friend, Hashim heard within his mind while gazing into the eyes of a cat perched upon his chest. That was quite the vision wouldnt you say?\n\nWho are you?! And why can I hear you inside my mind??\n\nWellthat Djinn that was about to consume your very soul and essence before you smashed that, shall we say detestable nightshade potion, is me. I am Azazel and this is my oasis that you stumbled upon, but in all my years residing here, Ive never been bested. Being immortal, nightshade cant kill me but how I detest it. Gives me a sneezing fit. Some beings like this but not I. Honestly, I am quite astounded and astonished that youre still alive. Youre more formidable than your human body appears, eh?\n\nThat vision"}
{"id": "7215da2c-e02c-425c-95ff-41d88b263cd0-3", "createdAt": "2022-09-28T00:33:55.88", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbFQkYahzspCweQhDhgqefEHCmYVHVKaT7jLgQFUFVoiv", "txHash": "0x6cee2537252ae1c7e67bfea05f1597dbeea362094ae9d9735ad1ea2b3d40619e", "createdAtBlock": 15628283, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6388, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Hashim of the Villa", "text": "That vision\n\nYesthatthat is a glimpse of whats to comeperhaps. The future is a path of many threads but one never knows as a simple pebble could create an avalanche. Personally, I am not one for the Undead Horde as I prefer the frivolity of the living. Much more fun. Would you like to get some water now? Its very lovely here. Just enough minerality for a proper quench.\n\nHashim stared dumfounded at the cat on his chest as the cat tilted his head to the side and stared back.\n\nYesI suppose I would like a drink after all of this.excitement.\n\nExcellent.\n\nThe cat nimbly leapt off the sorcerers chest as he rolled to his side and began to drink from the oasis. The cat maybe knew what was to come, but Hashim was absolutely in the dark..\n\n\nYoure kidding me, Hashim. That fleabag is a Djinn?? Iprix shouted while said fleabags eyes flashed a fiery indigo.\n\nFriend, please. If it werent for Zaz I would never have met you and been able to tell this tale. Once again, the threads of fate have shown their face. Destiny, Iprix. It is real.\n\nOk, okjokes asideyour tale hits home. We must destroy this flame, but I fear its not the only one. Something inside tells me this insidious essence his spreading within the Realm. However, we still must do what we believe is right. I love a bit of chaos but I despise Evil. Are you thinking what Im thinking?\n\nWithout hesitation, both said the same thing Duncan.\n\nAye, that ignorant foolhardy knight couldnt be swayed one way or tother so long as hes got his gold, Iprix said with his usual cackle.\n\nShould we send a crow?"}
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{"id": "a6f5ac46-9b6a-49b9-971f-b302f499c75b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:03.004", "backgroundColor": "#c6bf14", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYS3Kx2u59Zao8xMjPD6onXpysUqXx3CAFZ86Jf5q6JzW", "txHash": "0x077103ae7212b2f9f587cc4ebdaf18c6015efa5762ed956bc4e18e10b509e7da", "createdAtBlock": 14632929, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2482, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Solomon of the Keep", "text": "the world manifest once more. This however, was not to...Bee..as with a sharp, physical pain to the temple region in his real mind he lurched, the grey matter flooding with an ooze-like cold magma sensation seeping deeper and deeper, being absorbed by the desperate cells within struggling to survive amongst a dissonance of dismay and imbalance. Solomon felt his eyes open a second time, but not his physical eyes no, a pair he had but only now grown within the abyss, and with it he could see the honeyed golden light of an infinite swarm of shining hallowed stars, consecrated within the void by their opulence, they congregated and beckoned the mind to them, unceasing; and so Solomon followed."}
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{"id": "fe030077-d7b0-4ad2-818f-2a4b51863b45-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:05.405", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsUyC4ihnYDFEcRrZvqXkt2cf62z3muYNm99zp8XN6ei", "txHash": "0x0e1a85014a0db6c3735cc6664c1a23e7c4a30326a99c3fd1df65fd097eacb3c5", "createdAtBlock": 13931170, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6333, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP47pPax5kJMErTcLspikTHF4ki6mrUr9vxNLEqKCWq6f", "name": "Enchanter Willow of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Willow of the Plains\n\n \n\nPROLOGUE\n\nIn the Plains, sharp observation and firm judgement are required. Choices do not come easy and sympathy is a rare commodity in those parts of the Runiverse. But even in a tough environment, beautiful things can grow and even thrive. It is easy to overlook certain parts of the Plains. This is where the story of Willow, a young Huntress, begins.\n\nWillow was born on a small piece of land with little beginnings. She grew up with her mother, aunts and nieces. There was not necessarily much to go around, but they all made ends meet. Willow had strong senses, a pure heart and an enchanting appearance. Her family all loved her and their bond was strong. It was evident, even at an early age, that Willow had a special gift. She glowed. Her radiance was like verdant pines, blue skies, and cool breezes. People were captivated by her. When she touched their lives, they were forever changed.\n\nHer family's love made her childhood carefree. She was harbored from the cold places of the Plains and had no idea what was beyond. The days were long and joyful during which she helped her mother and aunts with choirs. At nightfall she studied under a bed of candles. Although the peaceful times were ideal for a young girl, lessons often need to be learned in difficult times. So, almost as if the wheel of time demanded it, tragedy struck."}
{"id": "fe030077-d7b0-4ad2-818f-2a4b51863b45-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:05.405", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsUyC4ihnYDFEcRrZvqXkt2cf62z3muYNm99zp8XN6ei", "txHash": "0x0e1a85014a0db6c3735cc6664c1a23e7c4a30326a99c3fd1df65fd097eacb3c5", "createdAtBlock": 13931170, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6333, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP47pPax5kJMErTcLspikTHF4ki6mrUr9vxNLEqKCWq6f", "name": "Enchanter Willow of the Plains", "text": "One morning while Willow was playing outside, she was bit by a green asp. The green asp is a snake with potent venom. It was used in some parts of the Runiverse to punish criminals. A bite from this snake can be extremely dangerous for children. Just moments after Willow was bit, she fell to the ground. Her condition was bad while the fever raged through her body and mind. Aunts and nieces alternated shifts to cool down her body and hydrate it. Meanwhile, Willow's mind went delusional.Long days and nights passed, all the while Willows health was on a thin thread. \n\nHer body was not capable of ridding the poison. It was young and fragile. She was battling with her mind in turmoil. Her mother and aunts were losing hope as the fever ravaged her. Candles were lit, prayers were sung. Then, against all odds, she began to recover. Her affinity began to embrace the poison and her health gradually improved. At first, everyone was cautiously optimistic, but soon after everyone was amazed at her recovery. Her mother cried of relief. A young girls gift managed to absorb the poison from a deadly snake.\n\nThings went back to normal, at least for a while. Once again, Willow played outside with friends and days were filled with love and joy. However, at night, she experienced vivid dreams. Visions came. Uncontrollable visions. She saw kingdoms grow en perish. Flames. Souls. Magic. Dreams like these were not meant for a little girl. They made no sense. She tried fighting the sleep and the dreams, but it didn't last. The body and mind eventually need sleep. Her visions became a part of her.\n\nWillow was growing stronger, wiser, and older. She knew it was time to move on, she had seen it."}
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{"id": "a9443b1c-701f-42cb-a2a8-69776f49bf6d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:11.3", "backgroundColor": "#0d0317", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd3ukfGZvTsDpLvf26k23V8JLuS7sT79pKMuTV93P99Rf", "txHash": "0x16b9f21b594df358b38148985304bb06a029ba828e7bb86844471d74c76a807a", "createdAtBlock": 13290155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2902, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Aleister of the Palms", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Aleister of the Palms\n\nToday, Gods  both Old and New  jol the six-thousandth six-hundredth and sixty.eth sunset since Aleister began his descent into the unnerving depths of the Quantum Shadows. A boy of only ten summers at the beginning of this journey  he bewilderedly watched as his beard twist and knot to its currently nested state. Nearly two decades of nomadic life will do it, not a single reflection except for the occasional refractions of light stolen from the bodies of water unremittingly seeking to replenish his sustenance.\n\nThis mage only held two truths, both for which he would without second thought  mercifully bestow and then, in-the-same-breath, ruthfully rescind a life for.\n\nWitch Lilith of the Wold (#3036) and Mana; everything and everyone else was lost in a grayscale, somewhere in the in-between.\n\nAleister had no true recollection of his mother. Just the fairytales his father fed to him as a child a woman of the Gods, a Martyr, a selfless Saint. She had died in childbirth but the townsfolk murmur another story in passing. Stories that resoundingly echoed louder in Aleisters mind though no words sprung from their tongues, as they squinted, pierced-lipped in his presence.\n\nHe only knew one Mother. Through Her all things have come to be. It was only her reassuring warmth and loving company that propagated the logarithmic growth of both his innately given and newly harnessed energy. A new power so ubiquitously insidious it perpetually barbed into the most common intricacies of any and all realities, timelines and realms.\n\nBut alas, Archmagus Aleister of the Palms is unaware of the transcendent nature of his reach as all comedic tragedies in life are written."}
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{"id": "e482de74-0151-4e20-b1ff-ea5241edc431-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:06.495", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsCXoYYBW47v4EhRzLfZZtgm7vBLg88DtJtPe7RtUiyJ", "txHash": "0x5b4bde525484289f4535301aafec72b60210acaec7418692df242992832bc680", "createdAtBlock": 14730459, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7360, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Soran of the Circle", "text": "Chapter 1: A tale of ignorance\n\nThere is intimacy in our memories, when only shared with us. There is a responsibility in facing them when they are dreadful, and peace when confessing them to something bigger than us, such as a kind listener.\n\nThis was the deathbed confession of my father:\n\nMy father ordered me to take some water from the well so I went. When I arrived to the well, I saw this one-eyed cat with her three kittens by its side. I saw it was extenuated, bleeding I thought it was dying. The kittens were meowing incolosalable.  \n\nI could not take them with me, and, since the mother was dying, I thought the most merciful thing to do was to kill them.\n\nI drowned them. I threw them into the well in front of the tired eye of her mother. I stood there, watching them suffocate, while they tried to paw away from the water. \n\nI thought I was doing the right thing. I did not know that this cat just gave birth. I did not even know where cats came from. I did not know what pregnancy even was. I saw the blood and I immediately thought his mother was dying. \n\nThen, I grew up and I understood the horror of what I had done. Sometimes, I would go to take some water from the well and I would see this dueling mother, confronting me in the distance. \n\n65 years have passed and I still can see them drowning when I close my eyes. I will never forgive myself.\n\nBeware of the evil of this world, but above all, beware of ignorance said while holding my hand.\n\n\nChapter 2: The wizards that did no magic\n\n                                                                       Let no ignorant of runes drink from this well"}
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{"id": "0c7bc1cc-4ad6-44b8-a87b-49304145808c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:11.966", "backgroundColor": "#0d0317", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd3ukfGZvTsDpLvf26k23V8JLuS7sT79pKMuTV93P99Rf", "txHash": "0xbbcbed59fbfa2872819f9bbb3e90b889139c35d64f9a5dfebe84a385ebc4ab7e", "createdAtBlock": 13290157, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2902, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Aleister of the Palms", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Aleister of the Palms\n\nToday, Gods  both Old and New  jol the six-thousandth six-hundredth and sixty.eth sunset since Aleister began his descent into the unnerving depths of the Quantum Shadows. A boy of only ten summers at the beginning of this journey  he bewilderedly watched as his beard twist and knot to its currently nested state. Nearly two decades of nomadic life will do it, not a single reflection except for the occasional refractions of light stolen from the bodies of water unremittingly seeking to replenish his sustenance.\n\nThis mage only held two truths, both for which he would without second thought  mercifully bestow and then, in-the-same-breath, ruthfully rescind a life for.\n\nWitch Lilith of the Wold (#3036) and Mana; everything and everyone else was lost in a grayscale, somewhere in the in-between.\n\nAleister had no true recollection of his mother. Just the fairytales his father fed to him as a child a woman of the Gods, a Martyr, a selfless Saint. She had died in childbirth but the townsfolk murmur another story in passing. Stories that resoundingly echoed louder in Aleisters mind though no words sprung from their tongues, as they squinted, pierced-lipped in his presence.\n\nHe only knew one Mother. Through Her all things have come to be. It was only her reassuring warmth and loving company that propagated the logarithmic growth of both his innately given and newly harnessed energy. A new power so ubiquitously insidious it perpetually barbed into the most common intricacies of any and all realities, timelines and realms.\n\nBut alas, Archmagus Aleister of the Palms is unaware of the transcendent nature of his reach as all comedic tragedies in life are written."}
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{"id": "5d24d301-ea58-46bb-bea3-9b12b548116f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:54.886", "backgroundColor": "#ec8942", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdRd8w2r3uAUMaDNEPGF6Wuj6PwTS9n3914afVKK2zF9G", "txHash": "0xa0b8a67076618089f7dad638482e8d3beb787aaf5a0e1bf4c08bebe4c6c29081", "createdAtBlock": 13279888, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2579, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Nazim of the Sun", "text": "# The Book of Nazim\n\n## Chapter 1\n\nThe Sun was bright.\n\nNazim began the long journey back to The Lake -- with nothing to show for it. Still, the Red Wizards were convinced that their magic would save them... Fools... How could they not see?\n\nThe Darkness remained far beyond the Capital's eyes and ears. Such senses, Nazim knew, were preoccupied in games of status and presentation. Yet, beyond its towers adorned with gold, many in the natural world could feel its shadow. It was obvious even to the lowliest, most clueless of Kobolds, that Darkness -- ancient and elemental, was awakening. And, while it is true that the Red Wizards can harness fire to fight against the Dark, Fire has never been a substitute for Light.\n\nThe Sun was the only way. \n\nHowever, without the cooperation of the Red Wizards, Nazims quest would be difficult. Nazim himself still did not have a Solar Staff. His followers were dedicated, but time was running short. The Ritual of the Sun had to occur on the Solstice, and that day was fast approaching.\n\nNazim walked swiftly down the road. He still had a ways to go before reaching the cut bank of the Omega Oxbow, and the Cult of the Sun was waiting."}
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{"id": "fcb83d0c-0d02-4b9b-996e-5c45501d9b89-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:56.512", "backgroundColor": "#314432", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQTna2wEYvtkdFEZVmjEjLkReHLm2Nfb4MnbGquJ3B49", "txHash": "0x7ac47846293415833a9d881507613dd21098229f8e96bd19dd43570d6a53b5f6", "createdAtBlock": 13281281, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9301, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cryptomancer Talbot of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of Cryptomancer Talbot of the Valley\n\nTalbot had once believed in freedomthe wildness of nature and magic were no different to him for as long as he had lived, long before the appearance of the Quantum Shadow. His rage when the Shadow spread across the land was so great that it consumed him, transforming him into True Flame and unlocking the fire magic dormant within himself. For ages he had dwelt undisturbed in his valley, nestled deep in the Wild, immersed in the magic hidden among its waters, woods, and hills. But the reckless use of magic, he believed, magic divorced from nature, had summoned this Shadow. There were too many careless wizardshe for one welcomed the Great Burning, hoping it would restore balance to the land.\n\nIn his fiery rage, Talbot swore to defend his valley and all valleys of the Wild from the Quantum Shadow, unwittingly making a magical pact with Nature itself, which took the form of a canine familiar named Oeth. The conjured hound would help him, but also hold him accountableif Talbot failed to keep his promise, allowing the valleys to be consumed by shadow, Oeth would change from a loyal field dog into a supernatural beast and devour the wizard in both flesh and spirit.\n\nWith a newfound purpose (and a powerful but contractual companion), Talbot learned to control his fire magic and combined it with his knowledge of the earth, deciphering the Rune of Steel and enhancing his strength, fortitude, and endurance. He is known to wander endlessly through the Wild, wielding flames of hobgoblin green, on the lookout for threats posed by the Shadow or anyone that perpetuates its existence, lest he lose his own life and his soul."}
{"id": "5511a4aa-e7dd-40ae-a49f-6aa136404854-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:57.202", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsoJMAaKGBEw3YNm8vGgL1X7ibHzezvaRMjNscTdNWf1", "txHash": "0xbe609e0baf4893c35bf51d3cb5a502e4ddc0e49615f3b8f867a8aaa567a47133", "createdAtBlock": 13281465, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "# The Tales of Hydromancer Caligari\n\nPrologue\n\n**Extract from the Study of the Creole beliefs by Harry Noah**\n\nIn the beginning, the moon and the sea roamed together, they walked the earth as mortals admiring its beauty and revelling in the love they felt for each other. The land was green and luscious, it was white and frozen, it was brown and barren, but they loved each part the same.\n\nIt is said that they covered every stone during those timeless years but after so much time together they began to argue. The Moon did not want to walk the earth anymore for she was tired of walking. She wanted to see the world all at once so she could enjoy its vast differences in peace. The Sea did not want to stop, he wanted to keep moving for the world was ever changing and roads taken were always different.\n\nThey argued and argued until the Moon slipped away in the middle of the night, leaving the Sea sleeping. She went to the heavens and set herself in the sky high above its surface. There she sat in peace and watched the earth display its beauty for her. So enamoured by the gently turning world she forgot about The Ocean.\n\nUpon waking and seeing the Moon sat in the sky, he knew she had left him. He was heart broken. Unable to cope with the pain of this loss. He cried and cried. The loss he felt was so great he did not move from where she left him, for without her, there was no joy, no beauty left in the world.\n\nEons passed and the moon floated in peace watching the world slowly change, barren lands became covered with the deepest blue. In this colour she recognised the Sea and suddenly remembered the lover she had left."}
{"id": "5511a4aa-e7dd-40ae-a49f-6aa136404854-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:57.202", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsoJMAaKGBEw3YNm8vGgL1X7ibHzezvaRMjNscTdNWf1", "txHash": "0xbe609e0baf4893c35bf51d3cb5a502e4ddc0e49615f3b8f867a8aaa567a47133", "createdAtBlock": 13281465, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1417, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea", "text": "For the first time she felt true sadness. The reminder of that love long past set her searching for her lover. She found him knelt on a small patch of land in the deep blue ocean, unmoved from the day he was abandoned.\n\nFrantically she tried to go to him, but she had been in the sky too long, unable to remember how to go back. The moon watched him cry, his tears filling the ocean until the land was swallowed by the water. The earth would turn in front of her as she was unable to reach for her lover, slowly embracing him with every turn.\n\nShe panicked and panicked,  pulled and pulled, but she could not reach him. The earth did not stop spinning, the water did not  stop rising. Finally he was gone, submerged by the flood of his tears, fueled by his broken heart.\n\nThe Moon now grieves in eternity. Pulling at the sea trying to wake him, trying to bring him back to her. She shines her light searching for him in the hope her light will bring him back.\n\nSailors pray to the moon and the sea, for her light shines the way to the heavens, the ocean is the only place where the grief of loss is eternal, no sailor should be buried in the earth."}
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{"id": "7a89dca6-74a9-4659-a40b-6d426068cb84-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:01.284", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcykXj7i6t4QaanXLLkg4m3azLaBBpf3HLqCZ2pvd6vpq", "txHash": "0xc0aef58d6b4183ae834de9d4e3042f60bf71d213b25f5938b86c402f4c5f42b4", "createdAtBlock": 13282705, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6815, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus  of the Forest", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus of the Forest\n\nKnown as the Father of the Forest, legend accurately states that Archmagus of the Forest is one of the oldest Wizards in the Realm, some say older than the trees themselves.  His magic is deeply connected to all things that grow. Whether it be trees, tobacco leaves, barley, or businesses, Archmagus of the Forest is the ultimate growth deviner. \n\nA joyful soul, Archmagus of the Forest is passionate about life's simple pleasures, such as long conversations with trees, a pint (or three) of ale, and fine tobacco leaf.  \n\nHe is also a wise and cunning businessman. The combination of his unque growth magic and his love for quality tobacco leaf led him to create the Wizarding Forest Tobacco Company, which is the most successful and highest quality tobacco company in the Realm - by far.\n\nMany passers-by have heard of the Archmagus of the Forest, but confuse him for a much younger wizard on account of his black beard and young face. The secret to his young appearance comes from his deep friendship with all trees of the Forest. The trees cast upon him, through root and branch, a natural magic that enhances his powers and has also creates a lucky byproduct that reverses ageing.\n\nArchmagus of the Forest possesses one of the most rare and valuable items in all the realm: the Magic Flute of the Forest. The Legend of the Flute's power is known by all Wizards throughout the Realm. It is one of the most effective artifacts in the Realm for warding off spells. It can also be used to enhance a Wizard's general magic, such as Archmagus of the Forest's growth magic."}
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{"id": "5a38a062-69c6-46fc-bb9a-86c7fe405336-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:19:09.383", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdC84u5tUgydnyBdcHbXsA6Ag2KEkxixqbURnviAvqeaq", "txHash": "0xc759a495e928e1fbdd401da24a0f5f38f1bdff2e51b88012ea69a187b63f8095", "createdAtBlock": 13288537, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8679, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ilyas of the Fey", "text": "To senses mundane, the wold was indeed empty of life, abandoned, barren. Ilyas was shackled by no such restraints, his eyes and ears telling a different tale. No, the Fey were not gone, nor had they ever been  he could feel their ethereal presence. They were, however, perhaps for the first time in an age, experiencing something novel; The Fey were afraid.\n\t\nHe had known, of course, that this day would eventually come. As time passed, however, the cosmos had continued its heavenly dance. Mountains rose proud to ultimately succumb to inevitable erosion, oceans greedily consumed, ever moving outwards listlessly. Entire peoples, along with their Gods, came and went. Ancient endings, new beginnings, as it always had been. \n\nIndulgence, Ilyas mused wryly, was a distraction he had enjoyed for far too long, and one he could no longer afford. Shaking loose his splendid and colourful cloak and letting it play lazily in the sudden breeze, he raised his arms high as if in supplication to the Heavens. As his Crystal Ball manifested in his outstretched hand, covered in a fine mist, he drew deep on his quintessential affinity for Magic. Out from the tall trunks, dark wings flapping silently, twin eyes glowing like embers, his eternal familiar approached lazily.\n\nThe time has come, my friend!, he exclaimed. And no dallying now you old rat, the fate of the Fay, nay the fate of the world, depends on us!."}
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{"id": "44e03dc9-bdc3-4751-88f8-787bfaaf3ba7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:57.541", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP9LXDNahhR24UnqjW4kWxQqoo3a3aNCck68LgEdESAxe", "txHash": "0xe0ee770f8445f01a35e4cd482a6386910dfe33925ba2120088b8ee22e3601539", "createdAtBlock": 15099996, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7734, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valentina Guardian of the Road", "text": "The crunch of boots through the snow on the black stone road sounded like cracking bones. The crisp winter air no longer smelled of pine and ice but ash and blood, the stench of desperation slowly clawing its way to the forefront of her senses.\n    Umbras tail twitched next to her; the giant, onyx panther poised to pounce at her command.\n    Hold, she whispered to her familiar as she pulled back the string of her bow. The beast flicked its tail in response, letting her know it understood.\n    She took aim, the milky moonlight of the full moon that bathed the road making it easy for her to track her target from where she and Umbra were perched high in the branches of the sycamore tree. The intruder was at least six foot tall, dressed in black leather armor with twin swords at his hips. She couldnt make out exactly where he was wounded beneath the dark cloak that shrouded the back of his figure, but the trail of blood he left was telling that he must be in bad shape. Not to mention his choice of trespassing on this particular road, on this particular night. \nOnly those who wished for death risked passage through here during The Hunt.\n    And thats exactly what she would give him.\n    The intruder trudged another two feet forward and she inhaled steadily as she pointed her nocked arrow down, waiting for him to hit the exact mark on the ground\n    Now, she exhaled, releasing her arrow as well as the invisible leash on Umbra."}
{"id": "44e03dc9-bdc3-4751-88f8-787bfaaf3ba7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:57.541", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP9LXDNahhR24UnqjW4kWxQqoo3a3aNCck68LgEdESAxe", "txHash": "0xe0ee770f8445f01a35e4cd482a6386910dfe33925ba2120088b8ee22e3601539", "createdAtBlock": 15099996, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7734, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valentina Guardian of the Road", "text": "Now, she exhaled, releasing her arrow as well as the invisible leash on Umbra.\n    The panther hit the ground in one graceful leap as her bolt zipped through the air and plunged itself clean through the mans right shoulder blade and nailed him to the trunk of a tree on the other side of the road. A roar of pain ripped out of his throat as he slammed back into the wood, hand coming up to try and pull the shaft of the arrow out of his body. She fixed her bow across her torso and swung down to the ground from her perch, landing with an easy thud on the ground right next to Umbra.\n    Valentina, the man hissed, eyes widening as he realized who was before him.\n    Valentine grinned viciously as she unfurled herself to her full height, flicking a strand of her amethyst hair off her shoulder as she strode toward him. Umbra mirrored every move she made, thought the familiar never took its eyes off the man for even a second.\n    Noctus, she purred as she stepped up to him. Its been a long time since Ive gotten to sink one of my arrows in you. Though, I must say Im surprised to see youre foolish enough to have crossed this way during such a lethal time.\n    I came for help, he growled as he finally broke the shaft of her bolt and shifted himself forward to release himself from where he was pinned to the tree. Do you really think Im daft enough to cross here during The Hunt if I didnt have to?\n    Valentina shared an amused glance with Umbra as she answered, Yes.\n    Noctus bared his teeth. You think youre funny now, but when the briar wolves tracking me down catch the scent of my blood, well see who will be laughing then.\n    Valentina sucked in a sharp breath. You led briar wolves here? You fool."}
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{"id": "44e03dc9-bdc3-4751-88f8-787bfaaf3ba7-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:57.541", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP9LXDNahhR24UnqjW4kWxQqoo3a3aNCck68LgEdESAxe", "txHash": "0xe0ee770f8445f01a35e4cd482a6386910dfe33925ba2120088b8ee22e3601539", "createdAtBlock": 15099996, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7734, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Valentina Guardian of the Road", "text": "Noctus huffed out a laugh and called her bluff. Huntress if you killed me now the wolves will come running, and after theyve cleaned every last bit of flesh from my bones, theyll look for their next target and what makes you think that wont be the Token?\n    He was right and she knew it.\n    If you cooperate, both of us can get away and warn the others before that happens. Win-win right?\n    Noctuss expression turned serious as he thought over her offer, and for a moment she couldnt help but realize how attractive he was. Disgust erupted in her belly at that thought and she gritted her teeth as she waited for his answer.\n    Alright, he finally drawled. Whats your plan?"}
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{"id": "23beba3a-906e-4e58-8557-4c5a7f7da39c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:58.442", "backgroundColor": "#410456", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVnyPtj7zoNJuAhKW41Yk3kbhHULe9HS3hevxedw8VQoo", "txHash": "0x90c6b28ec5fb95843eacb5da16499ba6463121b653430596a16fcbdd35589f18", "createdAtBlock": 15103935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6202, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmX5RuAPCJLH3onA9YfST7nkS372q4raSv4LNuvmFYGPqA", "name": "Sorcerer Aleister of the Ether", "text": "# **An Introduction:**\n\n\n\nAleister had always felt natures calling upon his soul. His memory was no longer clear, perhaps from his age (which he no longer kept track of), or maybe it was from years of failed experiments with foreign fungi, but his earliest memories were of being in nature. He often day dreamed of times he had spent with loved ones, exploring and admiring creation. He remembered traversing remote ranges in search of treasures that were only gifted to those with curious minds.Bathing in cool mountain streams, uncovering bones of creatures long-forgotten, extracting rare crystals from the belly of the earth, hiking peaks beyond where even trees could set their roots:he went where eagles dared. Life is simple there. Every living creature has a purpose which they eagerly carry out, and time is irrelevant. In that place, one can easily understand the Creators intentions, and that is where he hoped to spend the last of his last days.\n\nAlas, life brought him to the city, which was exciting, for a season, but a place he never hoped to be.It was a hectic place,surrounded by concrete and filth, it was there that he began to lose his innocence. Seeing suffering on daily basis callused his once overly-warm heart to the point where he was accustomed to walking by his kind sleeping on the street, begging for their existence. You see, he was from a community where wizards helped other wizards in their time of need. While seeing desperation on a daily basis became more common, it was never normal to him."}
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{"id": "081d1ad3-d8b4-4c24-be88-d988aec6a5a5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:20:53.547", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY7NnNZoHyoxWL698ZzXQ7Ja9JLAGGFdR2YbDJFGTsY28", "txHash": "0x0a703ea8b7f5ed066fa815a40824c7816620a55071626fcd80c8c95322c4dd99", "createdAtBlock": 13324945, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4564, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe\n\nThe year is 2021. Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe is dancing in the forest freely with her Trickster Fox. They hear a rustle in the bushes and the Fox immediately jumps to protect Ursula. While this is yet another over-reaction, (the rumble is merely her spirit animal, a Bear), Ursula finds the gesture endearing. She has known the Fox for only a short time, but their passion, fire and drive for change connects them and has forged an unbreakable bond. She has never been one to allow herself to feel vulnerable, but with the Fox, she feels safe. Ursula opens her hip pack and pulls out some beef jerky tossing it to her sly Protector, herself enjoying a joint. She then sets off on a stroll towards Kelpies Bay, reflecting on what has gotten her here today.\n\nSee Ursula has lived many lives. She was born in the mid 1400s. Her family was persecuted during the Witch Trials and it was with great luck that she and her sister managed to escape. What had they done to deserve this untoward fate? Her mother was a very kind Witch who had practiced healing methods that worked at a time when mainstream medicine was completely ineffective. She had healed and eased the suffering of the same people who eventually turned on her. Her mother had threatened the power of the clergy and the flow of money to the church, in the same way that Ursula today challenged modern society, establishment, and in many ways, the patriarchy.\n\nHer grandmother had bestowed upon her the title of Wizard and a coveted Phoenix feather before facilitating her retreat to the Hedge where she still resides today. \"Remember Ursula,\" she had said, \"no matter what happens in this lifetime, from the ashes, a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall be sprung.\""}
{"id": "081d1ad3-d8b4-4c24-be88-d988aec6a5a5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:20:53.547", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY7NnNZoHyoxWL698ZzXQ7Ja9JLAGGFdR2YbDJFGTsY28", "txHash": "0x0a703ea8b7f5ed066fa815a40824c7816620a55071626fcd80c8c95322c4dd99", "createdAtBlock": 13324945, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4564, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe", "text": "Ursula spent those first few years making a home in the Hedge but living in fear and isolation. She was a clumsy novice who was constantly miscasting spells and worried a Witch Hunter would come to execute her. It was the memory of her family that gave her strength during those long days and lonely nights to persevere and fight battles with her heart. She has never been the strongest or the most gifted Wizard, but she is the most passionate, and has found beauty in her own imperfection.\n\nAs she arrives at Kelpies Bay she takes a look at her reflection in the stream. While to an unaware onlooker she appears youthful, (thank goodness her Witchcraft has stopped her from going grey), her once slender head is now shaped as a crone. Her crown head, unique to a select few in the Hedge, and a physical mark of the wisdom that now emanates from her.  \n\nEverything around her possesses symbols and meaning. Even something as simple as her stylish and jazzy outfit. The red is a commemoration of the blood spilled by her family and the many Witches and Wizards before her. The green symbolizes her resurrection. Her purple hat, her royalty in the Hedge and the respect she now garners.  \n\nHer age accumulated knowledge, insights and intuition give her the courage to stand up for people that cannot stand up for themselves. And while the odds are often stacked against her, (as a female Wizard she works 2x as heard to earn half the compensation, and she has just started looking into freezing her Wizard eggs)  she is a strong proponent of Hedge Wizards rights, and is making headway in changing the culture within the Metaverse. The Phoenix gives her strength and reminds her that no matter how many times she bursts into flames (literally and figuratively) - she can, has, and will always rise from the ashes."}
{"id": "e09ce298-0c2b-4178-8d11-1919d85d4f08-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:39.456", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYFP7pGb7GoXkbSLYy2xYn6G8p53x5eoqz4SSsqja2AGV", "txHash": "0x4307427157d378766360b37ef7d44ede118b15fde2d548dd5debf0be94017716", "createdAtBlock": 13944150, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7031, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Isaac of the Hall", "text": "# Servant of the Flame\n\n\nIsaac was a dutiful servant to the master of the hall. He was the bearer of keys, cleaner of the lord's latrine and bringer of snacks. He swelled with pride knowing that when he completed his tasks he would be rewarded with the warm glance of his beloved patron and the satisfaction of a job well done.\n\nOn that fateful winter evening, Isaac had put extra care to prepare for the lord's evening eliminations. He would spit polish the porcelain bowl and warm the seat himself. Finishing with the task he pulled the red silk cord which rang a small bell off in the distance. The familiar signal that the \"frozen throne\" was clean and had warmed to body temperature as his master preferred.\n\nWhen he saw his patron's approach moments later he felt the warmth leave his body. There was a paleness to his face and an urgency in his steps. His eyes seemed to hold the coldness of the dark still night. A chill rose up through Isaac's spine as he stood by not daring to breath. His master strode past closing the lavatory door behind him. \n\n\"He must have eaten something foul. I will surprise with him a cup of tea to ease the strain in his belly,\" Isaac muttered to himself, pushing any probing thoughts from his mind.\n\nHe hurried down to the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. Isaac warmed himself next to the stove when he heard the sound of hooves coming up the cobblestone path. He peered through the small round window and saw the dark shape of a coach and rider led by two ponies."}
{"id": "e09ce298-0c2b-4178-8d11-1919d85d4f08-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:39.456", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYFP7pGb7GoXkbSLYy2xYn6G8p53x5eoqz4SSsqja2AGV", "txHash": "0x4307427157d378766360b37ef7d44ede118b15fde2d548dd5debf0be94017716", "createdAtBlock": 13944150, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7031, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Isaac of the Hall", "text": "Gaunt and perhaps even sickly, the steeds looked strange to Isaac's old eyes. Wretched creatures, yet they must be strong as they did not breath heavily under the weight of the yolk. Their burden easing as the carriage slowed. The driver dismounted, placing a small step stool on the ground between the large wooden wheels. He opened the door and deep red glow emerged from the cabin and onto the ground.\n\nThe visitor stepped out from the vessel and into the courtyard. Dressed in a dark hood and cloak that flowed in the mist, their identity was obscured from sight. In their gloved hand they revealed the source of the unearthly light. A lantern whose glass, darkened with soot, concealed a crimson flame that smoked excessively. \n\nIsaac noticed his master was peering at the newcomers from the safety of the doorway. After a moment of uncharacteristic hesitation he regained composure and walked out and down the stone steps to greet the cloaked figure. \n\nThe driver moved to block the path of his approach. An exchange of emphatic words and furtive gestures were made. The lord revealed a small but heavy pouch and handed the item to the other man. After a moment of inspection, the driver stepped aside and bowed in a flourish, possibly of mocking deference.\n\nThe lord of the hall hesitated for a second time. Slowly then all at once he moved forward, took the lantern from outstrechted hand of the anonymous guest and turned to scurry unceremoniously back up the stairs disappearing from sight. The courtyard returned to darkness once again.\n\nIsaac heard the crack of the driving whip a moment later. A hallow whinny and the ponies strained forward, lurching the carriage from stillness. They turned and headed towards the road. The night concealing their exit."}
{"id": "e09ce298-0c2b-4178-8d11-1919d85d4f08-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:39.456", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYFP7pGb7GoXkbSLYy2xYn6G8p53x5eoqz4SSsqja2AGV", "txHash": "0x4307427157d378766360b37ef7d44ede118b15fde2d548dd5debf0be94017716", "createdAtBlock": 13944150, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7031, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Isaac of the Hall", "text": "The whistling of the kettle snapped Isaac back to his present moment and he set to complete his forgotten task with some urgency. \n\nHe prepared the tea and hurried to find his master. It was not his business, but Isaac was determined to learn something of the nature of this treasure, or perhaps it was the visitors themselves that perplexed him most. \n\nA smell of burning filled the hall air, somewhat noxious but not unpleasant. The same deep red light came from the door at the end of the hall much much brighter than before and for a moment Isaac thought his master's study room was on fire.\n\nHe saw the flame. Or perhaps they saw eachother. The deepest of red glows, it sang to Issac through the fibres of his being. It was small, but luminous when uncovered. It's light filled Isaac's vision completely. It spoke to him through the void: \"Isaac. You are the one.\"\n\nHis master was standing over the lantern, lost in the act of gazing into the light. Suddenly he looked up to see his servant standing in the doorway. He moved quickly, replacing the sooted lantern glass over the hungering light. His eyes glared at Isaac with malevolence and and he shut the door with force knocking the tray from Isaac's hands. Isaac was left in the cold dark of the hall to pick up pieces of the wasted gift.  \n\nReturning to his quarters that night, Isaac's mind drifted back to the lantern. The smell and song of the flame persisted even as he lay sleepless in his bed. The flame would glow so brightly if only it were allowed. Its light would illuminate the world with the help of a skillful servant. Isaac's master was no such servant, he was too full of his own sense of self-importance to serve the flame fully. It needed sacrifice. It needed Isaac."}
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{"id": "3bbe9f04-6b6f-421d-9388-8c09b4ef716c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:20:56.848", "backgroundColor": "#13b267", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaEfKEoEvJpQco8fyxRJmNNVph8pz1x78XCq1c7XSSnfR", "txHash": "0x3b35ffae3f988328f2aa67cf9b26541d1f028b069913089d04e7a66c1d856e7e", "createdAtBlock": 13330188, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6294, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lunar Mage Patch of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Lunar Mage Patch of the Bastion\n\nWe find our hero Patch in a location unknown but familiar by reputation. He is slowly waking up against the wall of a Kobold great hall.\n\nWho did I cross? How did I end up here? Thankfully Delatar is still by my side. I have that going for me at least. On the other hand Im now trapped inside of a Kobolds body; fortunately I still have my mind. And I suppose if I think about it, being stuck in camp with the Kobolds isnt a bad place to be. Theyre a like-able sort. Not the smartest but apparently neither am I, if I were Id probably be back in my own body. I suppose Ill fall in while I figure out what to do next.\n\nOk, lets think for a bit, what do I remember? I think Necromancer Billy in the Shadows was there? At least in the Shadows? Ahhh! I cant remember anything. I think I remember speaking with the Grey Pilgrim at some point, maybe? Someone passed me a pipe. Surely that happened? Or was it peyote? No, I definitely remember taking a bite of the  sacred mushroom offered me by Magus Jezebel of the Hills. But Magus Jezebel is a friend and ally. What happened after we parted ways? Thats the question that needs answered next. For now though, I need to eat. Horde. Horde."}
{"id": "ed709ea1-0192-4d79-a568-b269063bf6c6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:20:57.734", "backgroundColor": "#061023", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdUnjxeJ1ebRhkvZsZT9rzhgtg4xQFghCxmwCtyEbBDCQ", "txHash": "0xfea769045815dc63f9f90c42d851e4d4043fec9fb384e53ffaac4e518ea8ef5b", "createdAtBlock": 13331666, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8289, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmagGXRvUtvWFcFFyQPSXfY4zGrXycKNdrqq4gRQM8aHqg", "name": "Augurer Ixar of Atlantis", "text": "# The Lore of Augurer Ixar of Atlantis\n\n \n\n(Illustration by dangerlam)\n\n## Meet Augurer Ixar of Atlantisan exalted epicurean philosopher who foretells good fortune \n\n(for those with the wit to hear it)\n\nHes not as conventionally renowned as other fortune tellers, as he tends to focus more on finding good fortune in friendship, knowledge, and meaningful work (rather than the fleeting joys of material wealth). Still, his warm alacrity and enduringly affable nature has made him a friend to many across the lands and seas.\n\nIxar rarely practices actual magic; his cards and other props are simply for effect. Its not actually fortune people seek; its therapy, the Augurer of Atlantis says. \n\nWizardsparticularly male wizardswill literally go insane before going to therapy, Ixar observes. But sometimes what they really need is a friend who will just listen, without judgement and take interest in their story. \n\nAnd so, Ixar does just that. Be it a game of cards, a pint of beer or just a long walk, Ixars magic is in that he genuinely cares about the people around him. Or at least, so it would seem. Hes useless in a fight, and will often proclaim any hardship as character building. \n\nAlmost all conflict is a result of an unmet need; and most of these unmet needs come down to relationships we have with ourselves and each other, he says. Hoho, or something like that! Anyways, enough of mewhat of you?\n\nKeen observers will note this general deflection. Ixar tends not to dwell on his own past. What dark secret might he harbour?\n\nAnd whilst he does not actively practice magic; he is still a powerful augurer. He can still read the Signs."}
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{"id": "6a0ad49c-1d7f-43c7-9e07-41d237b9d812-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:23:00.934", "backgroundColor": "#420808", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcjWMGEZkn8ZkmmL7yHm9XTE4BZCG5mPfQa6ELe9h7VcX", "txHash": "0x693cd3a11263ab4a3c4b97ed5befddcc718c26d0a6ea92a76186ab7889e44f0c", "createdAtBlock": 13394361, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9400, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Soran of the Arctic", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Soran of the Arctic\n\nBorn to high-placed red wizards in the Capital, Soran was raised among the systems of privilege and power found there.\n\nAs expected, Sorans parents ensured that he received admission to the best wizarding school in the Capital. Although specific magic spells cannot be taught, the mentors at the school work with the students to help them discover their inborn talents and affinities, and potentially, unlock the power of a Rune. Unfortunately for Soran, he did not appear to have much in the way of inborn magical ability. And no Runes were forthcoming.\n\nHowever, Soran did discover another talent - the ability to network, scheme, and maneuver in order to achieve his goals. He purchased a bag of tricks from an artificer to enhance his ability to adapt to any situation. This, combined with his familys influence and connections, allowed him to graduate from the school with honors. In his senior yearbook, he was voted Most Likely to Succeed in a Non-Magical Realm. He decided to take that as a compliment. Soon afterward, he was hired to Capital Resources, LLC, one of the largest wizard-owned corporations in the land.\n\nCapital Resources primary business is to survey the land, locate important stores of magical resources, and extract those resources for sale. Certain magical schools in particular, such as alchemy and artificing, rely on such ingredients. Soran found that he was adept at figuring out likely locations for resources, organizing exploratory expeditions, and ensuring that local interests did not get in the way of resource harvesting and extraction."}
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{"id": "0d993362-1761-4285-bf20-5ca52f088001-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:24:37.731", "backgroundColor": "#b2ac97", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUf1iHamM6bK8c1cdA2wHZ5p78g72biEKnGbNEyg6utsm", "txHash": "0xc199052a3e5f7fef1a73d37886808a2cec0c35f871e1b6d0f5ee2cbe147b7e50", "createdAtBlock": 13413701, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9631, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Spellsinger Aldus of the Realm", "text": "# The Lore of Spellsinger Aldus of the Realm\n\nTo my precious Bao-Bao,\n\nThey are letting me send this out; I hope it gets to you. I am unharmed, but I am a captive. I wont say who or where because I dont want you to get involved. Suffice it to say that this Great Burning business has unfortunately brought out the worst in some of us wizards.\n\nI dont know what my future holds, but I wanted to use this chance to tell you that Im so proud of you. I still remember those days when I taught you my craft, how to use your voice to breathe magic into the world. I remember your first halting notes piercing the air before you could walk, imitating the tones from my bell. Your frustration as you struggled to get all the minor scales perfect and to expand the edges of your range. And your delight when you first used the dulcet tones of the Twilight Aria to make a jar of water glimmer in the night. These moments we will always have.\n\nI regret how things went later. I was too dogmatic, too resistant when you wanted to study alchemy. I didnt understand why you wished to leave the Capital, why you rejected the career I had planned for you. I still think you would have been legendary, performing your spellsinging in the Grand Palace of the Arts. Ah, it would have been glorious to see your talent acknowledged by the best and the brightest, the adoration you would have received from the multitudes!\n\nBut, here I am again, harping on what could have been; this is supposed be my apology! I can see now, what I didnt see then. You are a pioneer, not a diva. When I saw one of your nightshade potions, and realized what you had accomplished, I knew that history will remember you, just not in the way I had anticipated."}
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{"id": "7c1834da-1870-462d-a7f6-9c3a140ced2e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:25.589", "backgroundColor": "#6b0c0c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcXVrm33pYRtQ1eC2NMgKA4ysKEzBg3up2tNWtTgte2CG", "txHash": "0x1f7c5e23fe69c6a4a408973d0a8cfe1845e9fcf1511fd023bda4ca745b9aac34", "createdAtBlock": 13477504, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6877, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Luther of the Circle", "text": "**As Luther tried to speak, his words were lost and his throat tightened. His eyes stared at the woman and then he turned toward her wagon towards her horses. When his eyes finally traveled down the side of her wagon to the horses they were gone. His head snapped around to the young pyromancer. Yet when he reached where she once stood all that was left was a black spot on the grey dirt with two boot prints. He spun around three times looking for both her and the horses, but there was no trace. Just the old wooden wagon, that now Luther realized was broken, stripped of two wheels and overrun by weeds and roots cracking through the boards.**\n\n**--- ---**\n\n**Luther arrived home to his wife but could not share this story for fear she might think him mad. She made them both a pot of tea which they enjoyed by the fire before bed. Luther looked at his wife, her stomach showed that the baby would soon come and the raspberry tea should bring it sooner.**\n\n**The next day was much like the ones before. Tending to the garden and studying. It all must have been in his head from fatigue. There was no pyromancer. Luther returned home with a basket of carrots and turnips from the garden to find his wife on the floor  their baby was coming.**\n\n**After three hours of toil the young babe finally arrived and joy fell over both Luther and his wife. Looking at their young daughter was a dream and new start perhaps  she will be Sophia Diane. That evening they shared a simple meal of roasted carrots and hard loaf and nursed their new born until they all fell asleep in bed for a peaceful rest. The Arcanist of the Circle was now a father.**\n\n**--- ---**"}
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{"id": "a1ea1df7-ddbb-4ef5-80d2-e0a0c7766088-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:24:40.132", "backgroundColor": "#73179e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVZJTZ9AAnYr2ReSp6SGiMThhMCH5mAVazoHDMrU6EYgD", "txHash": "0xb8222f404ed4443e887d6ca89f7186deac4f3714fab3cdbfc8a3cafe2d4815ba", "createdAtBlock": 13414814, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9566, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Gaspard of the Oasis", "text": ".:.Pilot: As above, So below.:.\n\nOne day balance is broken. A great evil is brewing in the universe...\n\nA new hero must be born from the soul of an Ancestor.\nThis timeline tells the tale of Illusionist Gaspard of the Oasis.\n\nWhile the ancestors are living in harmony on the Astral Island of Oasis, the menacing order of Thelema  are on Earth performing rituals of black magic in order to resurrect the Evil Ones.  With the promise of immortality & power beyond belief, they are loyal to the demons that feed on their ego.  The Evil Ones are an ancient group of negative energies that lye dormant in  the most sinister parts of the universethe darkest crevices of every human psyche.  Goat headed by nature,they solely exist to spread lies, destruction, and illusions of suffering.\nFor over 2000 years the order of Thelema has been unsuccessful. unsuccessful until the soul of Aleister Crowley awakes from its slumber from within the darkest depths of the universe.  He is the first human to commit the act of murder; the first dark wizard.\n~The Greatest Good and the Greatest Evil are born Simultaneously \n~Aleister grows up to lead the order of Thelema, forming his own inner sanctum within the society consisting of only the darkest,most powerful wizards from across the land.The Illuminatus. Its mission being to successfully be the first to resurrect the Evil Ones.\n\n2000 years ago a mysterious comet landed on the planet and became known to man as the Sacred flame.  The Sacred flame can never be extinguished for reasons still unknown."}
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{"id": "43103a46-18d5-4baf-b255-d54284cb07b9-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:24:40.924", "backgroundColor": "#480046", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYU7R9xGNjavhWwRGfRsdTRZj5V7gcLW762iXTPpymTV4", "txHash": "0x01bc4d9f04a6cbc5bfb6efaf862494c4e8b8b9a46b766e1d7e45f7b1ddd8be1b", "createdAtBlock": 13415146, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9566, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Gaspard of the Oasis", "text": "Since the beginning of time there have been whispers of the garden of eden. Whispers of a place where nirvana exists whispers of a place where peace, love, and harmony resonate in abundance throughout the astral planes.whispers of a place where Mardi gras never ends; The Oasis, A Dream within a Dream.  In this state, time & space are one; thought forms are manifested into physical matter right before your very being.  This is the spirit world where our souls are left to frolic & play freely without the physical limits or judgements of a human vessel; true free will. This is the place where energy itself was conceived and manifests its presence on the physical plane as a humans thoughts & imagination; purity still exists here, all souls are in an eternal childlike state, yet within them contain secrets of the universe older than time itself.  Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; All source of knowledge, power and inspiration comes from this space"}
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{"id": "6edf3df8-6491-4f18-84a2-0f260d994d18-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:24:43.945", "backgroundColor": "#0d1969", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmetVhWZSJnA6jxDD8r2v965tDJaWbZYE1HjrsGsvQB2WR", "txHash": "0x76c0a31a10e7008d6e21c0ccf08c7723239119eb5ef466e5771a489b0117d365", "createdAtBlock": 13423267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9611, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Nazim of the Keep", "text": "Back to Nazim. A raven arrived one crisp Autumn morning carrying a message sealed with the traditional yak dung emblem used most commonly in Goblin Town. Nazim knew the message must be from Zolg as few knew the location of Nazims hidden keep, camouflaged as it were by powerful illusions deep within the Thorn. Because Zolgs handwriting was absolutely atrocious, Nazim couldnt tell if his old friend was asking him to help liven up a childs birthday party or help vanquish a horde of rancorous cannibal gargoyles (youd be surprised how similar these sentences look with the Goblin alphabet). He was hoping it was the birthday celebration as gargoyles were known to have terrible hygiene and honestly, he wanted to dust off an old favorite spell of his that used to wow the ladies: his trademark Nazims Ultimate Funky Jubilation Extravaganza Spell (you have to see it to believe it). Either way, Nazim owed Zolg and Glurk a favor after they rescued him from the Mindwarper Dungeon when he was imprisoned for turning the High Priests cat into a gold paper weight after a bender one night at the Prancing Ogre Inn.\n\nSo there Nazim was on his way to either help with a birthday party or defeat a horde of gargoyles when he saw it. The Terror Beast rose above the hills, a nightmare manifested into reality. The ground swelled and cracked and the liquified inferno of the earths core oozed and sputtered out as if the world were a pot boiled too long. The Beast approached, ignorant of the gnat that was Nazim."}
{"id": "6edf3df8-6491-4f18-84a2-0f260d994d18-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:24:43.945", "backgroundColor": "#0d1969", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmetVhWZSJnA6jxDD8r2v965tDJaWbZYE1HjrsGsvQB2WR", "txHash": "0x76c0a31a10e7008d6e21c0ccf08c7723239119eb5ef466e5771a489b0117d365", "createdAtBlock": 13423267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9611, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Nazim of the Keep", "text": "Now, Nazim was no slouch when it came to magic and had defeated many horrible denizens of darkness over the years. Yet, in this moment, he was afraid, not only for his own life but also the lives of all citizens and wizards throughout the land. Nazim decided he must act to stop the beast.\n\nDrawing on all his accumulated knowledge and capabilities, Nazim began unleashing terrible magics upon the creature. Lances of energy, bolts of lightning, and clouds of poison were thrown again and again at the monster. Battalions of undead were summoned from the grounds and demons called forth from bowels of hell itself but to no avail. The beast marched onward.\n\nDefeated, Nazim slumped to the ground, exhausted, alone and scared. All felt lost.\n\nThen, quite suddenly, Nazim heard a small whisper urging him to get up, to try once more, and to quit being such a baby. Startled, Nazim looked around but could not locate the voice. It might have been a trick of the light or a side effect of his disintegrating nerves reacting to the encroaching river of magma. Wherever the voice came from, and whatever it was, Nazim found renewed strength to try one more time. He rose to his feet and staggered into the path of the monster. The voice returned and again whispered to him: The beast cannot be harmed by fell magic, its weakness is a childs innocence and the purity of simple pleasures. Nazim groaned and replied to this invisible being, what does that even mean? Do I need to go find a child to feed the monster or something? There was a short pause then what sounded like someone slapping themselves exhausted on the head, um no, try your simpler spells. The big flashy ones dont really work on the Terror Beast. Hes sort of a drama queen and really hates it when people dont take him seriously."}
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{"id": "2301ce91-da49-4646-8bc8-91a78d39e793-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:26:26.104", "backgroundColor": "#a1bff4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmezjmGAz58QQwKdimhf21vdkqJaZZoq65HEcTCpjFA9bq", "txHash": "0x471c19337e29fe1a78154d9d2856d7462fa870ac0adf0d7d1ce0fa3a73759cfb", "createdAtBlock": 13442455, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8424, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTmtVxQReDLBZjigyJJk2hUVHQPHSFZ9RcfjmccKBdbLb", "name": "Magus Jahid of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Jahid of the Tower\n\n--------------test #1--------------\n\ngreetings fellow wizards,\n\nA quest!... for those who seek answers, glory, fame and riches.\n\nhidden within the pages of our history lies a forgotten spell. an incantation so obscure it only has one Purpose  to awake those trapped within my eternal dream world.\n\nlegend has it that the those released by _the_ _awakening spell_ are bound, along with all their belongings, to the Incantor.\n\n**The quest**\n\ni. the spell is simple, but it will take 10 weeks for you to learn it.\n\nii. the spell consists of 12 words:\n\n- each word will be locked behind a test \n- the answer to each test will be held within the book Of lore\n- every week a new test\n- you may ask for help, but you will only get \"yes, no, or maybe so\"\n\niii. when a wizard has learned 11/12 words and their correct order, they must come to me for the final challenge\n\n**the Reward**\n\ni. theawakeningspell.eth\n\nii. fame, glory, and karma\n\nRelics, treasures, and even unlucky souls may be added to my dream spell - by any wizard - but only _the_ _awakening spell_ can release them.\n\n_...good fortune & sweet dreams..._\n\n \n\n----------------------------------"}
{"id": "1ea10c1a-bb2a-42c9-b947-39858bac53f3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:26:52.372", "backgroundColor": "#bc5353", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQoRScwTU4N1sS7KNosqjzMKLC3vK7ZwLLKTwTw9QDVPR", "txHash": "0x7f07c8bf1f58788266b80311217d5d9a62f209cc01150ba47d524b369762df18", "createdAtBlock": 13456662, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 991, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Soran of the Psychic Leap", "text": "# The Lore of  Soran of the Psychic Leap\n\nDon't believe a word Soran says.  It's not clear how he wound up here, or even if he came here alone.  No one knows what's in that bag.  And that frog?  The adage warns to be wary of a man who doesn't like dogs, but never trust a man who walks a frog.  Never.  In fact, just stay away altogether.  It doesn't matter whether the Psychic Leap is a place or a time.  Just stay away.\n\nSoran can talk.  About anything.  Seemingly endlessly.  He is engaging.  he is earnest.  He is even a little funny.  He'll tell you about ancient battles and the distant future without skipping a beat in between.  He'll even tell you what the symbol on his sweater means (though he's never given it the same meaning twice).  Then he'll reach into that bag of tricks, and what's yours becomes his--and it's not so funny anymore.  So please, just stay away.  \n\nBut since you're here...pull up a chair and stay a while.  Soran would like to chat."}
{"id": "eb05106c-8045-49ea-bbce-0fe6a59a3b67-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:26:26.796", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb3udpX9CZABVV2UZbWx8swNgsSqtXTNWfMGsQRJ2T95G", "txHash": "0x7565395c298456ed12a7de2ec627f147bb1e2a4a677297af9dc2d6e2c7abb0e0", "createdAtBlock": 13444603, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8756, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Alatar of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of  Alatar of the Hills\n\nAlatar was born in the heart of Iron Hills, a humble village called home by many half-orcs. Initially, he was subjected to the same prejudice that any half-orc was, but was able to prove to those around him that he was indeed as capable and intelligent as any other being.\n\nHis parents were pleased with this and raised him with a healthy self-esteem. He was a dutiful student and quickly became the master of pyromancy. It was his dream to expand the knowledge of those around him and to become a great leader.\n\nAfter living a life of simple pleasures in Irontown, he was eventually approached by the locals who foresaw a great future for him. He was then called up to take the high seat in the half-orc kingdom of Grabisco.\n\nHe reached Iron Hills in his lifetime, but it was not for the glory he had imagined. Being thrust into a new kingdom, he was tasked with protecting the kingdom and providing leadership to its people.\n\nHe tries to be as kind as possible to those around him, but his position makes that difficult. He seems to be a man of high morals, but Irontown was not able to see that until he left.\n\nIn recent years, he has become a standard bearer for half-orc kind, traveling the world to promote half-orc rights.\n\n#### Personality:\n\nAlatar is misunderstood. He is confident in his abilities though he is somewhat fearful that he will fail the people of Grabisco.\n\n#### Appearance:\n\nStanding 63, Alatar has dark skin and looks to be somewhere in the range of 20-30 years old. His hair is short and blonde and his eyes are piercing blue. He dresses in regal attire, with blue robes and a blue cape paired with a golden crown.\n\n#### Start of Character:"}
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{"id": "44334332-678d-4490-8e0b-da0dc889af1e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:26:27.682", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPjDye7SnPUUKkBfR3ey8xudQibApSNn1CHWsvAZw8Cjb", "txHash": "0x26bca718543308165c097ec163184788ef2b66aec88349f2ca350a4447a39935", "createdAtBlock": 13446856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7163, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Milo from the Abyss", "text": "Fluttering in and out of the dark corners of the shadowed room, Fluffy was busy inspecting and seeking out the occasional ill-fated insect or small rodent. The purple bat would make certain that there would be no unexpected visitors this night - at least none left alive. He sensed her, like a constant comfort in the back of his head, nestled against his subconscious.\n\nImagining his familiars joy should anyone disturb them here, Milo allowed himself a fond chuckle and turned back to the centre of the cold room, once again scrutinising the altar. It was ordinary enough, more reminiscent of a stone slab than something arcane, aside perhaps from the small rivulets carved out on the surface and the worn symbols barely noticeable running along its sides. However, the naked body strapped down and stretched taut against the frigid stone was anything but ordinary.\n\nAs he slowly approached, his kindly eyes running up and down the large figure, he absentmindedly channelled the Rune of Mars, the crimson shape flaring to life immediately casting the room in a hellish light. With his favourite death spell now an incantation away, Sorcerer Milo from the Abyss slowly strode towards the altar, still smiling to himself."}
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{"id": "6e92f302-71cd-411d-8325-864d9c8ad828-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:26:50.939", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNQ3Dw6DzPirZmpDyE2GC8tZVCjuyx3cgF9eynEYBrADX", "txHash": "0xf0a29ceee3b1528eb83e5ef9e2f10b5d328205daee941c0ca3c616c008056bef", "createdAtBlock": 13451677, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow", "text": "# The Lore of Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow\n\nMany paths I have traveled,\n\nmany tomes I have read,\n\nIn search of enlightenment,\n\nthrough the Cosmos Ive been led.\n\nCrowley was my first teacher,\n\nhe helped me begin the search.\n\nI yearn to discover my True Will,\n\nbut these efforts my intent does besmirch.\n\nStill, I developed through meditation,\n\nand increased my concentration as well.\n\nMagick I did develop,\n\nallowing my body to escape its shell.\n\nIn the Astral Plane I did travel,\n\nand eventually sought to cross the Abyss.\n\nHowever, the illusions disturbed me,\n\nsomething had clearly gone amiss.\n\nI flailed and fled blindly,\n\nseeking solace in the reality I know.\n\nBut I ended up in another place,\n\nknown as the Quantum Shadow.\n\nThe Shadow is full of watchful powers,\n\ndetected, they captured me.\n\nThey sensed I had some small ability,\n\nand now I am bound here completely.\n\nNow it appears that this Realm,\n\nis beset by Holy Flames.\n\nMy masters wish to know more about them,\n\nand what advantage a burning gains.\n\nSo I am offered in some kind of contest,\n\nalongside other captive souls.\n\nIf those who watch wish it,\n\nI will be selected by those accursed polls.\n\nBut, perhaps this Sacred Flame,\n\nis what Ive been searching for all this time.\n\nA method to burn away the unnecessary,\n\ndiscover my Silent Self, and be sublimed.\n\nI leave it your hands, fellow magicians,\n\nplease help me decide.\n\nYes or no, please let me know,\n\nindecision, I cannot abide."}
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{"id": "4a73d8a8-7e62-4daf-8a3b-22141e661940-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.005", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeMoqZ3pYD9xW4ctF4EgPwW5Nx8dY1E3tVP5UhR5QgJgJ", "txHash": "0x901e11f4743eff32164e0060ad7df3b1fe7002ca4122dde1f33713ad4d74461a", "createdAtBlock": 13462908, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4607, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Voodoo Priest Uvlius of the Astral Plane", "text": "# The Tales & Lore of Voodoo Priest Uvlius of the Astral Plane\n\nVoodoo Priest Uvlius, First of his name, arrived in this realm at the start of the first age. Not much is known about Uvlius, and his whereabouts remain a mystery to this day. It is said that those who meet him are blessed with serenity and fortune. There are several scrolls written of him in the archives, though nearly all of them are faded or written in tongues no longer spoken. The surviving texts, however, tell of his mystical bone stave which some say is composed entirely of pure starlight. The plumes that adorn the tip of his staff are said to be from a famed Pheonix of legend. Uvlius was said to journey alongside his comrade and pet bliss-cat, Gwynn. Few possess the ability to see Gwynn, and the weathered scrolls that remain speak of Gwynn's blindingly white fur and fiery eyes. A student of Saturn, Uvlius was said to command extraordinary skill in the practice of both white and black magic. The last known manuscript detailing his whereabouts was uncovered in the peculiar ruins of an undersea cavern somewhere in the Salt, off the coast near the Secret Tower. Herein are writ the last known words of Voodoo Priest Uvlius of the Astral Plane: \"I valief burning na- nigh. Look ana i l ap- i yavand- isil, on a an- hallowed eve. Tar tye indme hir me ar tar ni shall appear.\""}
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{"id": "65b380ac-d078-456b-bc1e-277ffc4f0af4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:26.381", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQbUS7TwzmUwEXReSwCUz88XWnTRoudWrHp91RmQheBiD", "txHash": "0x62fbd18c93877ee28043d71dc29ae5b01263f8921a066b6914a11c6b787d0681", "createdAtBlock": 14913926, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2491, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSABKHEpZVj6VTkLJkZY5oJicgCfPYt6NAmWwmrbVDNc", "name": "Buffy Disintegrator of the Duck Alliance", "text": "## Buffy Disintegrator of the Duck Alliance\n\nBuffy hates ducks\n* Ducks are bad\n* Ducks are ugly\n* Ducks reject Buffy\n\nWait\n\nIs Buffy a duck?\n\n\n> Quack Quack"}
{"id": "8bd06fe2-6ed8-474e-81da-aecda6e45540-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:23.067", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZUu7DCgMfaquFcMnPsX57T6Se7LBUTDq4tehvaVGecsv", "txHash": "0x3b370ab0564eb7687c6f7ad1015b90c95819f642a27975d6cbb63868f220ce72", "createdAtBlock": 14941306, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4076, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeTjZqDC22DFMkjjA5h9ywUAzX4TjdXSJM4waoRYFNpF6", "name": "Arthur Mercenary of the Arena", "text": "Arthur 1st Lore Entry\n\nNo clouds above, in a moonless sky. No wind present, in a lightly dry heat. A clocktower had struck the hour of Lime a few minutes ago. The Arena is empty, except for one sound. Quietly clanking footsteps come from the direction of the Arena barracks. The night remains still, and unaware. The guards had been drinking tonight.\n\nA shadow moves about, and no one sees it. A few scant torches catch glimpses of a red cloaked figure. It stops at the edge of the Arena's main entrance. The figure turns suddenly to hide behind a barrel of lamp oil. The next shift won't be arriving for a couple more hours. Arthur, Mercenary of the Arena, considers that their imagination might be getting to them. The stout figure of the warrior stands back up, and with a single movement scales the wall and drops silently onto the ground of the other side.\n\nA long courtyard spreads out into Arthur's vision. Nostalgia and a sense of quiet eeriness creeps into Arthur's thoughts. There's quiet and there's...\n\nThe mercenary slips and moves from pillar to pillar through the cover of the courtyard's dense and numerous rose bushes. Bloody red. Arthur is not pleased with this level of self-distraction.\n\nMovement.\n\nArthur turns to hear a footfall in the opposite direction. \"Love...\" a voice whispers from behind Arthur. \"Did you really think you would take off without me?\""}
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{"id": "7871cc74-1361-4a0c-9d5c-fc7d310ef115-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:26.386", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY989fpodatfdcbwHktLUuDEHPn4vRqqKVCHwbU2mtH6r", "txHash": "0x821d34c7458b1430366da56c8ea29ba5ce1f8f5325877e76d44c448ca541e167", "createdAtBlock": 13478391, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4098, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Peppy of the Cosmos", "text": "# Hedge Wizard Peppy of the Cosmos\n\n## Prologue\n\n_From my many ruminations, and travels aplenty, I have undoubtedly become the most learned of all the splendor which mundane minds would label mere fantasy. Indeed, though many would contest my writings, few have seen what I have laid eyes upon and never beheld all the marvels this world has on offer. Fewer still have ventured where I dared tread, and none have made it to the farthest reaches beyond the Brine as have I._\n\n_There, amidst wonders worthy of the wildest imagination, my scribe given scant reprieve from documenting my discoveries, my life was nearly forfeit. Was it due to a lapse in judgement, or perhaps the lack of preparations for such a fantastical journey, that nearly did me in? Or perhaps the wildest and most ferocious apex predator, heretofore unseen, unstudied and certainly not labeled in the Capitals vast library, hunting me in the night as I fled for my life? One might imagine it so; with heroic effort slaying the beast in the noblest fashion, eyes ablaze and bloodied fists raised to the unfamiliar skies. Were it only thus._\n\n_Yet I speak not in shame of my near demise, nor the loss of both my feet; for that precipitous and pernicious plant  yes, the viridescent foliage of innocent visage, would frighten even the most seasoned Kobold hunter to a lifetime of nightmares, should they witness it unfold, unfurl and envelop them - as it did me then._\n\nAdventures Beyond the Brine  \n_Edwyn Lymp_"}
{"id": "7871cc74-1361-4a0c-9d5c-fc7d310ef115-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:26.386", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmY989fpodatfdcbwHktLUuDEHPn4vRqqKVCHwbU2mtH6r", "txHash": "0x821d34c7458b1430366da56c8ea29ba5ce1f8f5325877e76d44c448ca541e167", "createdAtBlock": 13478391, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4098, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Peppy of the Cosmos", "text": "Adventures Beyond the Brine  \n_Edwyn Lymp_\n\n\nThe descent into the lowlands had taken Peppy nearly ten days. The windswept snow-covered peaks and craggy outcrops had for a long while refused to give way to the occasional stubborn shrub. However, inexorably, grey stone and blue ice gave way to trickles of water and green moss - spoor and trails appearing, well hidden, in an ever-expanding field of green.\n\nA welcome sight indeed, and though the mighty Mountain in all its splendour was certainly awe-inspiring, hed always felt more attuned below the tree line. Here, with soft moss under bare foot and canopy of green overhead, the night was full of sounds, full of life. In this verdant embrace his Magic flared to life, threatening to overwhelm him as was its wont. The battle of balance, however, was second nature since childhood, and the thrill brought the usual smile to his lips.\n\n_Ribbit._\n\nWould you two please leave be?  he exclaimed in uncharacteristic frustration; his train of thought broken. There is plenty of food for you both!. The large green bullfrog, aptly named Ribbit, had the good sense to look abashed as he turned his attention to Hungry. Hungry, for lack of a better word, was, well always hungry. Peppy, never having been burdened with the unnecessary habit of overly complex vocabulary, was quite content with the names he had given both his familiar and the strange plant-like being currently wrapping itself around the tree trunk as his back. Hed seen Hungry devour an entire stag whole, but it seemed content, for the moment, to steal the occasional fly Ribbit had set his amphibious eyes upon."}
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                                    ||||   \n\n                                                    With the abundance of joy, nature, and love\n\n                                                                              /     \\ \n\n                                                                             |  () () |  \n\n                                                                              \\  ^  /   \n\n                                                                                 ||||   \n\n                                                               Shepard Malcom was alone\n\n                                                                              /     \\ \n\n                                                                             | () () |  \n\n                                                                              \\  ^  /   \n\n                                                                                ||||   \n\n                                                  Death was always present but hidden from the rest\n\n                                                                             /     \\ \n\n                                                                             | () () |  \n\n                                                                              \\  ^  /   \n\n                                                                                ||||   \n\n                                                             And darkness consumed him\n\n                                                                          \n\n                                                                              /     \\ \n\n                                                                             |  () () |  \n\n                                                                              \\  ^  /   \n\n                                                                                 ||||   \n\n                       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{"id": "f30cd258-d420-46d0-b3ee-44a05539716f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:14.753", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZhUjczNQGvosV4cK1KPeCJG3FtyMSi2Y2q8zzcEsWDSa", "txHash": "0xcc09ae7033c181a5ece5eacdb5afc08ba4323d27f2c404bd70d4b8287d61fdf8", "createdAtBlock": 13525495, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2577, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Diana of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Druid Diana of the Plains\n\nThe road to hell is paved with good intentions  Author  many.\n\nDruid Diana wanted revenge. She wanted people to pay for what they had done to her family. She saw what the death of her mother had done to Ursula and she wanted no family to be broken up in the way hers was ever again. In a desire to avenge those that wronged her during the witch trials, she drove herself mad. She was willing to sacrifice almost anything to end the nightmares.\n\n(This is the second part of the story of Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe #4564)\n\nMeet Druid Diana the sharper, bolder, younger sister of Hedge Wizard Ursula. Both escaped the wrath of the witch hunters and Ursula did her best to look after Diana who was skilled in many ways Ursula was not. She soon surpassed her teacher in magic, hunting, and internal wisdom. Like Ursula, she was not accepting of the status quo. While she too fought to change the Metaverse and tackle societal problems, there was unfinished business that kept her awake at night and it was time for her to settle the score.\n\nThe Rune of Neptune yields an unruly power over her. Change is in her blood. She had seen the flame in her nightmares before, so when it appeared at her doorstep on a Saturday afternoon, she knew this was her calling. This was a catalyst to open the Portal of the Quantum Shadow. This was an opportunity for her to change history and rewrite the future. To be a mediator between humans and the gods. Of course this could also be the end of her. An undesirable outcome for some, but a message to her from the Gods that her soul had achieved enlightenment, and that there were no more lessons to be learned. Death, after all, was the only certainty, and she had no fear in looking it in the eye."}
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{"id": "efaa0b99-e1c8-42f1-a776-cd1a2898524c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:44.954", "backgroundColor": "#540505", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZYmsWErgGRaAZiN2c13krqnSCa1Bak8b6AWBbQWHJrui", "txHash": "0xee807b99b80a9d4f513b78e634525f432ea366eb0a1e71156e4dfdb5baf7ab2d", "createdAtBlock": 13527525, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "> An Appeal for Martyrs\n>\n> _The Sacred Council_\n\n\nAmidst twisting mists, eddies embracing deep purple robes, swirls playfully lapping at his heels, the hooded and caped figure strode forward slowly. Near an eternity has passed since his feet had trod these paths, since the comforting presence of the Event Horizon tugged at the very core of his being. The coruscating convergence of energy emanating from the singularity was potent here near the epicenter. Enough to saturate and kill in mere moments, but of no concern to a Cyborg. Reminiscent of a lost lovers embrace, there was an eagerness to the sensation, near akin to desire, which, had he still had a face, would have pulled at the corners of his mouth, flaunting his once infamous smirk. \n\nThere was a certain sound, like that of a draft under a door defending against a mighty gale - or possibly more fitting a door trapping an unwilling tempest within  accompanying the soft thud of his footfalls and the rhythmical tap of metal on stone. The ghostly and unnerving sound had only gotten stronger over the centuries as its source gluttonously harvested and consumed Souls, the enormous golden scythes hunger nearly palpable.\n\nUp ahead, the questing tendrils in the tepid air formed an eerie halo - as if the moon herself had descended from the heavens to grace him with her presence  surrounding a figure he knew intimately but had not seen in a very, very long time.  \n\nDr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, rasped the luminescent figure. It was difficult to remember a time his name had been uttered not as a curse, but with warmth and familiarity, and it surprised him to feel a stirring of pleasure where his heart once resided."}
{"id": "efaa0b99-e1c8-42f1-a776-cd1a2898524c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:44.954", "backgroundColor": "#540505", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZYmsWErgGRaAZiN2c13krqnSCa1Bak8b6AWBbQWHJrui", "txHash": "0xee807b99b80a9d4f513b78e634525f432ea366eb0a1e71156e4dfdb5baf7ab2d", "createdAtBlock": 13527525, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "Voidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? he asked, halting in front of his companion. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline.\n\nAh, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part, Voidoth said, the Lunar staff in his hand pulsing as if in confirmation. All we need is simply to Burn.\n\nWe already died once, you know, Death commented.\n\nIndeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said as his magic began coalescing around him, enhanced and flavored by his alignment with Earth, manifesting the Sacred Flame before his skeletal frame.\n\nAdding to the growing vortex, Dr. Death similarly drew on his magic, channeled through his Soul Harvester, his own Flame flaring into existence with a hiss of crimson. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.\n\nOh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards the twin infernos.\n\nAfter you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow."}
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{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "# The Lore of  David of Xanadu\n\nDavid woke with the familiar ringing in his ear and thumping in his skull. Another night with the Damned had come and gone. The headache was a rhythmic reminder that he could not remember what he learned, or who taught it to him. Had he gained any knowledge at all?\n\nTrumpet padded over to him as he rolled out of his bed. The wolf looked up at him expectantly and David responded with scratches behind the ears. Youre my familiar, but it seems to be you that leashes me to this plane of existence, not the other way around. Trumpet cocked her head to the side and David laughed, Im starting to not understand the things I say either.\n\nEvery waking moment for David was spent magically growing a new mushroom, or devising a new weaving of his magics to improve upon his previous work. Each time he began working he was certain that it would be the time that allowed him to remember the secrets he learned from those long since dead. Each time he was disappointed.\n\nDavid was pulled back to reality by a deep growl from Trumpet, her hackles raised. A flow of magic, unknown to David, was in the air. Suddenly, a flash filled the room. A floating pyramid, a foot off the ground, had appeared in the corner of the room. He had been seeing things that were not there of late, a consequence of the power he drew from, but David knew this was real. He could feel the power emanating from the deep bronze pyramid, it called to him."}
{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "David approached slowly, knelt down, and reached a trembling hand. As he touched it, a flame burst into being, floating just above the pyramid. Every muscle in his body tensed and his eyes shot open as an uncontrollable power filled him. When it did, David saw flashes of the underworld: An unknown witch with seaweed green hair poured him tea and laughed, a chilling sound that sent goosebumps down his spine. She walked back to the kitchen and the bells that hung from her midnight blue robes jingled gently. David took a deep breath in and inhaled her strong floral perfume. She looked back at him, winked, and he was gone.  A new vision of a floating skull shook the answer no to a question that David couldnt remember asking appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth to ask another, and again the vision changed. This time he saw a ferryman who poled his boat back to the other side of a river unknown to David.\n\nRipping his hand from the pyramid, David fell backwards. He felt a horrible glee at the things he just saw. Trumpet moved to stand between him and the flame, teeth bared. David rose to his feet and placed a hand on Trumpets head to soothe her but all he could think about was what he had just seen. Were they further visions, or were they memories? And the power was like nothing he had ever felt before. Could he control its channeling?"}
{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "Again he approached the pyramid, feeling the heat from the mysterious flame. He knelt and placed his hand on the side of the pyramid once again. This time as the power came rushing through him he held out his hand. Immediately a massive mushroom, red capped with white spots, appeared in his hand. Everywhere he looked, more mushrooms began sprouting. He withdrew his hand and the link to the power was severed. He stared at the mushroom in his hand in awe. Was this fire a gift from the other side? He had never felt power like that before. Maybe a friend, pitying that he couldnt remember, had sent it to aid him. Maybe he had brokered a deal with an unknown power. Whatever it was, he was going to use it.\n\nDavid turned towards Trumpet and sat down in front of her. I think this is the answer, Trumpet. It has to be. Her eyes were uncertain and her fur still stood on end. _This_ is _the answer,_ he thought,_ _reassuring himself._ _Trumpet nuzzled her head into his chest. I have to do this.\n\nFor hours he sat there on the floor with Trumpet. The sun was sinking in the sky. I have to do this, he repeated. Trumpets head lay resting in his lap and her eyes moved to look at him as he spoke. All this time I have been pouring myself into this work, and here I may have been granted the solution. She sniffed at him, apparently still unsure. He hummed a tune that always helped to soothe her, and scratched underneath her chin. The song comforted David, too. It was an old song, one his mother hummed while she worked in the garden."}
{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "David knew Trumpets doubt was not misplaced. She had always been there to look after him when his visions lead him into danger. She had always led him home. In truth, Trumpet _was_ home.\n\nThe mushroom was sitting next to David on the floor. He looked down and stared at the gift that the flame had granted him. He picked it up. Taking a deep breath he bit into the mushroom. The mushroom made him queasy. There was a taint to it, it was foul. He could feel his reality slipping away as the visions dragged him under. He heard Trumpet howl as the world faded away.\n\nDavid woke with the familiar ringing in his ear and thumping in his skull. But this time was different. He heard a man laughing and then the man said, Youll be back! Frantically David sat up and looked around the room to be sure there was nobody else in the room. He knew it was from his visions, but he had to know for sure. Scanning the room his vision fell on the flame. David scrambled across the room and gripped the pyramid in both hands. Power surged through him. He thought hard on the mushroom. He focused on the laugh, the voice telling him that he would be back. Trumpet growled behind him but he ignored her. His vision of the mushroom came into focus, the laugh echoed inside his skull. The air above his head shimmered and there the mushroom formed. Releasing his hands from the pyramid he reached up and plucked it from the sky. He pulled the mushroom down to his mouth and bit into its red flesh. The same queasy feeling filled his stomach and this time a rotten taste filled his mouth. Knees buckling, he collapsed."}
{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "The laughter bounced around in his skull and the man's voice boomed, Youll be back! This moment will play out again and again. Each time you will remember these words, but no more. You must submit. You will submit.\n\nDavid could still feel the foul taint of the mushroom twisting his stomach when he woke up. Trumpet was there with him. She had fallen asleep laying across his legs, something they each had grown familiar with. If his visions caused him to roam about, shed know as soon as he tried to get up. He couldnt bring himself to end this moment of peace. The rise and fall of Trumpet's breathing, her soft snoring, it all put him at ease. He knew what was on the other side of this moment.\n\nDavid could still hear the call of that sinister flame. He craned his neck to stare into the fire. The way it danced above the pyramid pulled at Davids very soul. Trumpet was awake now. She rose to her feet, stretched deeply, and walked to where Davids head lay. She gave him a wet kiss on the forehead, breaking his concentration on the hypnotic blaze.\n\nAs David rose to his feet he felt the unknown flow of magic again and the flame grew wilder. The cackle of the witch, her bells, and the laughter of the man in his skull filled the room in a hideous cacophony. SUBMIT!\n\nDavid was battered by the howling laughter. He could hardly think and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. Finally he managed to yell back, You cannot have me!\n\nThe soul you promised will be mine, David, the man said, softly now. Fight if you wish, but you are already mine."}
{"id": "ec5ab1f6-a49d-45d0-9c7e-da9d758c5c89-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:36.514", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUpBubymaAVkum2z8brbJmogiRKAvo5qhSkkeV936VQCz", "txHash": "0x8971b579f3909eafa02f8a10bb9db69a98af3b7263b50a05ba7a09ddf989a210", "createdAtBlock": 13526664, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4689, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " David of Xanadu", "text": "The noise picked up now, and Trumpet howled in pain. David turned to see her pawing at her ears, trembling as she did. The chill of understanding washed over David and he fell to his knees.\n\nOkay. Stop. Please, stop.\n\nThe noise ceased. Trumpet whimpered as he knelt beside her. I am sorry, sweet girl. He gave her a kiss on the head, and scratches behind the ears. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and hummed his mothers gardening song.\n\nGoodbye, little one.\n\nDavid rose to his feet and approached the flame. He reached out his hand but was jerked backward by his belt. Trumpet was growling, pulling him away from the fire. Trumpet I have to go! As if to answer him the flame grew in size, and the laughing began again. Trumpet, hearing the howls of the dead, tried once more to cover her ears.\n\nHer jaws released and David dove for the fire, embracing the flame."}
{"id": "4a904bcd-541c-4a43-b214-ada1e12a2e2e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:38.532", "backgroundColor": "#093f11", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme5hDVkPsxcRwGTi69z3fQj6PUDDGByBCrWNNtz893Rf7", "txHash": "0xd292219e1b74b203384297b0dceca0dc47eee71dd5243f4be293d20f89037510", "createdAtBlock": 13526870, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3468, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert", "text": "# The Lore of Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert\n\nFrom a young age Zolona has always been drawn to flames. She spent much of her youth admiring and practicing with its mysterious properties. She would create flames that unpredictably danced in the dark, twisting and turning, radiating heat, and allowing her to see into the darkness when others could not. Over time as her magic grew, she learned to control the flames and make them bend to her will.\n \n\n\nHer path eventually led her to the Desert, where she was both familiar and comfortable with the immense heat during the day and would summon her flames to accompany her during the colder nights. Zolona enjoyed the solitude of the Desert and spent many nights studying the cosmos and stars.\n \n\n\nIn recent years Zolona earned the title Cosmic Mage and joined up with like-minded wizards in The Coven. Those brave enough to search her out would likely find her green Hobgoblins Flame in hand casting a green light on everything in sight including her already green hair and green Swamp Bullfrog named Jelly. \n \n\n\nOn the night of The Great Burning, Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert ventured towards The Secret Tower. She could not help herself. She had to witness this historic event. She had to at least gaze on The Sacred Flame she thought. Zolona had some dealings with Dark Magic before. She knew it was nothing to play around with, yet she was drawn to it, to The Sacred Flame and what was to come from it."}
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{"id": "08b587ac-5d46-4da1-81fe-21ff3b0db50d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:39.508", "backgroundColor": "#462727", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWBbjVh5nSLL3dxL8EH1ewTAmPXhdVpsW5j4vz1s2o4pA", "txHash": "0x486b20c1675dd481ded714698ec8a07a89796527bbac9ef7c94487e216cd8f14", "createdAtBlock": 13526977, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5837, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Angus of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Angus of the Wood\n\n\"Hey sir, you dropped something!\" exclaimed Angus of the Wood, after watching a little bright object fumble down the long black dress of an unknown figure who was scurrying into the woods.\n\nAs this unknown entity dissapeared into the night, Angus let out a sigh and walked towards the dropped trinket. It was a flame.\n\nThese great wizards and powerful mages with their ancient artifacts and odd objects always annoyed Angus because the Secret Tower was constantly being swarmed by those with a curiosity for magic. It was not jealousy or envy that motivated this annoyance, but rather his employment. For the last eighty years, he has been the custodian and caretaker for the Secret Tower and he has been picking up the mess left behind by these visitors as well as all the various \"rare\" relics and \"magic\" trinkets they disown.\n\nWalking back with the bright little flame in his left hand and some sort of Goblet of Immortality in his right hand, he just wanted to be in bed already.\n\nSometimes he wondered if these \"rare\" items were actually rare, because his Lost & Found storage was brimming with Solar Staves, Emerald Staves, World Eggs, some rainbown spell thing as well as oodles of playing cards; aces to be specific. Every time new wizards crossed the Secret Tower, they would be brandishing something like a Chroma Crystal or a fancy Golden Soul Reaper and they would speak of great stories and lore about their unique props, when in fact Angus had been curating a closet full of these items the last century or so.\n\nHe never used these items, nor did he ever have any interest in magic or politics at all. All he wanted was peace."}
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{"id": "c75557a1-ad1c-4616-907a-89b7e41a571b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:44.065", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeUncKuJQ9SpZsBSpTgQYCsyJTvzrgJnRi64qqHPnqxJg", "txHash": "0x2423ed8bcf1fb950f80227ceac2a675b80f988152255167782fa520f23a1a49d", "createdAtBlock": 13527425, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6847, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Lumos of the Keep", "text": "# The Anger of Archmagus Lumos of the Keep\n\nThe lid clattered to the floor, and the young page screamed.  Inside the gem-encrusted chest lay the remains of Aldo.  Nothing but charred ashes and fragments of bone.\n\n\"Look at him,\" thundered Archmagus Lumos of the Keep.  \"Look at what happens when they tempt the flame alone with naught but air!\"\n\n\"I know you grieve for your friend, Lumos.  We all do.\"\n\n\"My friend?\"  Lumos and Aldo had been more than friends.  They'd defended the keep for centuries.  Fought the forces of the Red Capital together.  And together, side-by-side, they'd walked through fire, more often than not coming out the other side victorious by combining their powers.  A guardian light had been extinguished.  \"He was more than my friend.\"\n\nThe weary lines cracking Alessar's face said he understood.  He understood the danger now.\n\nNow, one less wizard defended the keep.  Worse, The Sacred Flame had been taking more and more of them.  It needed to be stopped.\n\n\"You know what I must do,\" whispered Lumos, glancing from face to face, his eyes meeting the eyes of every wizard at the table.  Alessar had called the meeting, and every wizard in the keep had responded.  Each of them filled with fear and crippling dread.\n\nThe Great Burning had arrived.\n\n\"The Sacred Flame must be guarded against, Lumos,\" Alessar responded.  \"We cannot conquer the...\"\n\n\"No!\"  Lumos glared at the High Wizard of the keep.  \"I have defeated greater enemies.  I have beaten back both goblin horde and pyromancer legion.\""}
{"id": "c75557a1-ad1c-4616-907a-89b7e41a571b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:44.065", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeUncKuJQ9SpZsBSpTgQYCsyJTvzrgJnRi64qqHPnqxJg", "txHash": "0x2423ed8bcf1fb950f80227ceac2a675b80f988152255167782fa520f23a1a49d", "createdAtBlock": 13527425, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6847, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Lumos of the Keep", "text": "\"Yes.  We were there, too.\"  But Alessar's eyes betrayed his coward's mind.  \"However, we are not strong enough for this.\"\n\n\"You may not be.\"  Lumos slapped the tabletop and a wave of burning liquid burst from the spot and rolled across its length.  Every candlestick, dish, and piece of cutlery melted, then washed away, scrubbing the surface of the table clean.  \"But, I am.\"\n\nLumos glared at the other wizards in the room.  \"Who among you has tamed the flame?  Which of you have woven together both the water of life and the fire of destruction?\"\n\nThe wizards at the table sat quiet.  Alessar frowned.\n\n\"Do not do this, Lumos.\"\n\n\"I will,\" he growled back.  \"And you cannot stop me.\"\n\nLumos flung out his arm, a lone, blue finger pointing to where the flame burned in the basement.  \"As only I control the Rune of Fire with both water and will, I will conquer The Sacred Flame the same way.\"\n\nArchmagus Lumos of the Keep stormed out of the room, and stalked down the passage.\n\nLumos hissed over his shoulder, \"With water and will.\"\n\nHe headed toward the basement."}
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{"id": "66af2118-203c-4f0e-a501-42699766e9fa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:46.909", "backgroundColor": "#0b4d0c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRccBMJpbM6qgdakNJMqKjagBj4kFvTRWa7gp2kz5Vb2i", "txHash": "0x3bb28ca6d26b8da04167441dc7a023425ae2e70c87f1f65f2484fc2240305eeb", "createdAtBlock": 13528043, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6433, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jabir of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Jabir of the Cosmos\n\nSorcerer Jabir travelled many years across the realm in search of dark magic, mythical creatures, and rare runes, like the Up Only rune, to enhance his spells. He was a powerful Sorcerer, but still desired more power. He wished to be the most powerful Sorcerer in the land.\n\nOne day Jabir and his companion, Sven, encountered Evoker Hadrien of the Ether, a mysterious and wise wizard. Hadrien liked Jabir and Hadrien told Jabir of a rare dark magic that Jabir had only ever heard of it in his travels. It was called Hallows magic. \n\nThis rare dark Hallows magic intrigued Jabir. \n\nHadrien began mentoring Jabir and teaching him the Hallows magic. Jabir's powers grew quickly. Hallows magic allowed Jabir to produce his iconic green flame, which he then used to burn his foes or for defense against his attackers.\n\nAs Jabir's powers grew, his confidence began blinding his judgement. Jabir began playing around with deeper and more dangerous Hallows magic as he pushed the limits of what he could do and control. There was one Hallows spell that Jabir knew could cast upon himself for immortality in a battle. However, it was a dangerous and tricky spell even for the best of wizards. So he decided he would practice it.\n\nJabir prepared himself. He stood in the forest clearing, waved his arms, he cast a spectacular, green arcane firestorm around him and Sven. The heat was so intense, the emerald green flames lapped around Sven and Jabir.\n\nJabir smiled as the flames engulfed him and Sven. Then there was a sudden flash. The whole forest light up green. As the emerald flames dissapated and the forest was silent once again, Jabir and Sven had vanished..."}
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{"id": "1f579a70-96fa-4070-a348-481abae2aa86-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:40.383", "backgroundColor": "#570b0b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYGtChS8U1PZjPo1TJvSAzymLanMCtCwjwyNybVCPwnT5", "txHash": "0xb10719fe218e4f55f17b1209d706e20dc6fc291775c87ed8611dc6d3e08d2d8a", "createdAtBlock": 13527482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "`# Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether ## Prologue > __Therefore, dear wizards, I have come to firmly believe that the sanctity and severity of the matter postulates our required course of action; According to our most trusted Cosmic Mages, the Veil shall soon be parted, and The Sacred Flame will present us with an opportunity.__ >  > __As you are all aware, our most experienced Diviners and Cartomancers have long warned us; there are malevolent and dark forces at play in the Deck, players who surely will not shy from the chance of reaching beyond, transcending, transmuting and becoming one with the Cosmos. And should those whose intent are on chaos and destruction, willing to again raise ancient armaments - our wayward brethren of Void and Abyss among them - harness powers hitherto unfathomable, I fear we will face peril to our very existence.__ >  > __And so I plead and beseech you Holders of the Flame; we must not"}
{"id": "1f579a70-96fa-4070-a348-481abae2aa86-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:40.383", "backgroundColor": "#570b0b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYGtChS8U1PZjPo1TJvSAzymLanMCtCwjwyNybVCPwnT5", "txHash": "0xb10719fe218e4f55f17b1209d706e20dc6fc291775c87ed8611dc6d3e08d2d8a", "createdAtBlock": 13527482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "you Holders of the Flame; we must not waver, nor plot, scheme and levy for leverage amongst ourselves; we must be unified, bold and decisive. Seek out those worthy and willing to risk the Immolation and convince them of the necessity of this ultimate sacrifice, sway them with promises of Sacred Souls, if need be, but sway them you must.__ >  > __What we need now, councilmembers, are willing martyrs.__ >  > An Appeal for Martyrs > > __The Sacred Council__  Amidst twisting mists, eddies embracing deep purple robes, swirls playfully lapping at his heels, the hooded and caped figure strode forward slowly. Near an eternity has passed since his feet had trod these paths, since the comforting presence of the Event Horizon tugged at the very core of his being. The coruscating convergence of energy emanating from the singularity was potent here near the epicenter. Enough to saturate and kill in mere moments, but of"}
{"id": "1f579a70-96fa-4070-a348-481abae2aa86-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:40.383", "backgroundColor": "#570b0b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYGtChS8U1PZjPo1TJvSAzymLanMCtCwjwyNybVCPwnT5", "txHash": "0xb10719fe218e4f55f17b1209d706e20dc6fc291775c87ed8611dc6d3e08d2d8a", "createdAtBlock": 13527482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "saturate and kill in mere moments, but of no concern to a Cyborg. Reminiscent of a lost lovers embrace, there was an eagerness to the sensation, near akin to desire, which, had he still had a face, would have pulled at the corners of his mouth, flaunting his once infamous smirk.   There was a certain sound, like that of a draft under a door defending against a mighty gale - or possibly more fitting a door trapping an unwilling tempest within  accompanying the soft thud of his footfalls and the rhythmical tap of metal on stone. The ghostly and unnerving sound had only gotten stronger over the centuries as its source gluttonously harvested and consumed Souls, the enormous golden scythes hunger nearly palpable.  Up ahead, the questing tendrils in the tepid air formed an eerie halo - as if the moon herself had descended from the heavens to grace him with her presence  surrounding a figure he"}
{"id": "1f579a70-96fa-4070-a348-481abae2aa86-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:40.383", "backgroundColor": "#570b0b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYGtChS8U1PZjPo1TJvSAzymLanMCtCwjwyNybVCPwnT5", "txHash": "0xb10719fe218e4f55f17b1209d706e20dc6fc291775c87ed8611dc6d3e08d2d8a", "createdAtBlock": 13527482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "him with her presence  surrounding a figure he knew intimately but had not seen in a very, very long time.    Dr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, rasped the luminescent figure. It was difficult to remember a time his name had been uttered not as a curse, but with warmth and familiarity, and it surprised him to feel a stirring of pleasure where his heart once resided.  Voidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? he asked, halting in front of his companion. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline.  Ah, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part, Voidoth said, the Lunar staff in his hand pulsing as if in confirmation. All we need is simply to Burn.  We already died once, you know, Death"}
{"id": "1f579a70-96fa-4070-a348-481abae2aa86-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:40.383", "backgroundColor": "#570b0b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYGtChS8U1PZjPo1TJvSAzymLanMCtCwjwyNybVCPwnT5", "txHash": "0xb10719fe218e4f55f17b1209d706e20dc6fc291775c87ed8611dc6d3e08d2d8a", "createdAtBlock": 13527482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3220, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether", "text": "Burn.  We already died once, you know, Death commented.  Indeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said as his magic began coalescing around him, enhanced and flavored by his alignment with Earth, manifesting the Sacred Flame before his skeletal frame.  Adding to the growing vortex, Dr. Death similarly drew on his magic, channeled through his Soul Harvester, his own Flame flaring into existence with a hiss of crimson. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.  Oh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards the twin infernos.  After you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow.`"}
{"id": "b7b794ad-64c2-4514-848a-b79a2532f080-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:50.109", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcgFddiuioLBB1iVscMcsypeyQxSgF6ycseCha9umE9n8", "txHash": "0xd2663fe1d81e98ce88c6d607fd1009d56e88ae1fe40fc88aa3755329483f5429", "createdAtBlock": 13529564, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 16, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors\n\nSorcerer Alessar of the Moors, sixteenth of the Wizards, was a gentle man who lived simply among the creatures of this world. A generous Wizard from the time of his apprenticship, he gave what he had to any who would ask or was in need.\n\nOver time, having dispersed his goods, he traversed the realms of the living without Rune, Prop or Familiar. And yet, despite an absence of such fantastical adornments, he did not live in fear. \n\nHe lived without fear or want because it was clear to him, as it was to any who knew him,  that with the shedding of such externalities his power grew magnificently within until his very being was suffused with a transcendent type of magic.\n\nThen, at the ripened age of 964, when he was at last called to the Sacred Flames he submitted willingly and without hestiation.\n\nSorcerer Alessar of the Moors now passes among the realms of both the living and the dead and will wave to you and wink if you happen to see him crossing the fields in the moonlight."}
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{"id": "0b813671-c3dc-40ec-a06c-500374a9a0d3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:53.776", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPEQb9kmn5YiBXZS8SKaRviSj3Syrj53YJtFt3PZSdifU", "txHash": "0x08f696abd387bf24824bc24c573cea11e30134b17414586dd06110a1a77a3c01", "createdAtBlock": 13531390, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7513, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Holy Monk Onaxx of the Fey", "text": "# The Lore of Holy Monk Onaxx of the Fey\n\nToday marks a crucial point in time. Will I burn in Flames to an unknown, perhaps magical, destiny or shall  I stay in my current form to enjoy a more familiar future? Only time will tell."}
{"id": "c3db9009-51ea-4fc1-b880-1134ec30cc35-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:54.889", "backgroundColor": "#bf8f8f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNREpD9MkvayJw39z7jcsge1t3ewRYk3P5fVWFAXPHerV", "txHash": "0xa7b10cb03b7d1fb448fc74af39ae2d5ccbf8123d08554d245e0fcd0e891f7bb6", "createdAtBlock": 13534378, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5462, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Zaim of the Capital", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Zaim of the Capital\n\nEulogy to a Fellow Dream Master\n\nT-Munny is back from the astral plane\n\nHearin Wazir ringin got me goin insane,\n\nWe aint got time for games\n\nwhen we rappin' sacred flames\n\nCall em lil Waz had to fix his bum azz,\n\nSaw the flicker in his eyes, \n\nwas it Magus in disguise?\n\nLike the highlander--only one can be the best,\n\nDo it the old fashion way--fire will attest,\n\nDing ding goes the bell, We'll send em straight to hell\n\nTwo ringers on the team? Nah, its bye bye Zaim\n\nEnter 9..5..7.9 Augurer Ali got the dope rhymes:\n\nSmoke up the bowls for all forgotten souls,\n\nWe burnin while they burnin and we stickin it in holes,\n\nWhoa\n\nKeep it lucky 13 with the P and the G\n\nHow many flames you got cuz I got 3\n\nplus one, \n\nDont need a gun,\n\nCuz Lil Waz got a bell\n\nhear it ringin like hell\n\nSo put that witch on the spit and roast em til they're nothin but teeth,\n\nYa know this all started over 1.2 ETH.\n\nYou didnt have the gumption but I had the stones, \n\nI bought that cappin wizard to burn him to the bones.\n\nChurch\n\nGREAT BURN-ing\n\nWizard rap lyric attack,\n\nHad to sell my $SPELL so I could buy em back,\n\nput that shit on the chain this rhyme is eternal,\n\nmotha fucka up in flames we call it infernal.\n\nSo pick ya jaw up off the floor lemme hit ya with the lore,\n\nnext to ya at the tower, with a pint and tha power,"}
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{"id": "2ef4b4bd-86d0-4c74-bc27-3198cdb07af4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:58.033", "backgroundColor": "#972547", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs6kLaTdwPuBZUMmNYnBZ8fbFym44xvKuKf1RXPHkT1f", "txHash": "0x2440df8377351e36b92808161b35eb38ac9524a94b21ed97d2e66a268ebd4a05", "createdAtBlock": 13539517, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 146, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Allistair in the Shadows", "text": "# The Last Account of  Allistair in the Shadows\n\nLiving with a dark addiction to Szechuan Sauce from Mickey D's, this Wizard of White lost his job as a fry cook when he told his boss to get bent after getting a sizable sum of money from airdrop farming.\n\nShortly thereafter, he lost his small fortune in a series of unfortunate, sizable, and poorly thought-out bets (they seemed like a sure thing at the time tbf).\n\nHaving disgraced himself and the honor of his family, Allistair was unable to pay rent and barely able to scrape together enough shmeckles to buy food. Instead of selling his cat for a life of cat sex slavery (commonly referred to as being a \"breeder\", but obviously if you really think about it you're like forcing an animal to procreate and then you're stealing its babies to sell to people who will raise it without a parent and then get pissed at it for meowing all night...sad), he decided to roll the dice and see if a life of plenty and promise lie on the other side of the flame. Worst case scenario at least he would have an egg for a meal.\n\nPeace out McHaters, Allistair is headed back to the shadows."}
{"id": "86fd8b46-ed71-4112-adf8-96d06189bb48-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:59.016", "backgroundColor": "#1E0106", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaZcvGhduoRHvA2bKTrWbcCBuHfu4zQQ159sXusGMhmj7", "txHash": "0xe8f600eb8226191b8c3c0b60107f073dac38580b1866590430bbb77e0445e490", "createdAtBlock": 13545042, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6044, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQ9Ug1tyE9uaXkiBdBGmW9s52pF6QSHr8TC1MhobrdGBT", "name": "Hedge Wizard Dotta of the Carnival", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Dotta of the Carnival\n\n**The Carnival - A Final Puppet Show**\n\nDotta was adored by the wizards. Sure, he was a spoon-bender, a tome-spinner, and a tungsten-cube-summoner, but to wizards he was so much more.Hedge Wizard Dotta of The Carnival had once been ridiculed for his puppetry. His uniqueness had always made him stand out and not always for good reasons.\n\nIt took him many years to find his audience, and his confidence, but now his carnival was well attended and massively enjoyed. His special brand of magic show was a carnival like no other - mystical illusions fused with practical and impressive puppet-led stunts.\n\nWizards enjoyed the Carnival, but they grew to truly love Dotta and his puppets. Now that the flames had arrived it was time for a final puppet show.\n\n \n\nBeings of all kinds travelled from far and wide after word had spread about the appearance of a flame at the Carnival.Hidden away, one was forced to leave The Carnival Pass and head deep into the forest in order to reach the show.\n\nWithout knowing the way, it could take some to stumble upon the clearing in which sat the magnificent tent.Tonight, the sky was clear and many lights could be seen in the forest bobbing their way towards the event.Seats rose high and back into the walls of the tent and as the stalls filled with attendees, a medley of excitement and anxiety filled the air.\n\nThe Sacred Flame floated silently at the centre of the circular stage with the glow illuminating the beings around its perimeter.The evenings show was filled with never before seen stunts and illusions that befuddled even the most cynical of sages.It was truly an unforgettable performance."}
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{"id": "9a06ce36-f63a-43c9-b15f-299914249cfb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:59.889", "backgroundColor": "#faecc9", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTUxY4iUNz9abasn7kNCdbs2FWx792qdwSF2rvXEDiiFb", "txHash": "0x1c99dc8396595f89f66b59d299a88b63e19cec5b1c04a80f344db1393ecc73a8", "createdAtBlock": 13545849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6064, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Larissa of the Wild", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Larissa of the Wild\n\nLarissa hails from the far away lands of Mu'Gen. It is said the people of the lands of Mu'Gen possess a kind aura. They are skilled in the Arcane Arts, masterful merchants, and undyingly loyalshould you get through their initially reserved nature, that is. Once befriended, you can rely on a Mu'Genian to be there for you regardless the circumstance. As such, Mu'Genians make for powerful allies and lifelong friends, and Larissa is no different. \n\nLarissa travels with Kaeru Rengoku, an Ember Frog familiar, at all times. As rumor would have it, after a few glasses of Hibiki, Larissa has been known to tell drunken tales of a \"valiant, flame-breathing swordsman, slayer of demons,\" whom's spirit he believes resides within Kaeru. Pubgoers never dare to bother the frog, lest Larissa's claims ring true..\n\nProne to the Arcane Art of Fire, Larissa can be seen carrying the Torch of Prometheus; its brilliant flame evoking a strong parallel to his brave journey through the uncharted worlds of the Ethereum dimension. Much like the torch he wields, Larissa has been said to bring warmth and feelings of illumination to those around him."}
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{"id": "b7d1ca92-e026-43f4-bdc8-d3c2570ec0b4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:10.633", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcCgcmBNh3V9WBRWJZLBvAs4tZaWZcs9GaqXNfpxVnQSg", "txHash": "0xd610b9adb5a0284a052c6eb4d9708ef7041ffd58e1cf382a5b577aac661f5bfb", "createdAtBlock": 13565374, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7213, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eden of the Marsh", "text": "# Myths from the Marsh\n\nYou may have heard some rumours coming out of the marsh.\n\nTales of strange occurrences and odd disappearances, things that are only mentioned in whispers.\n\nStories of family dogs gone missing, only to be found days later completely decayed. Nothing left but withered bones wrapped in rotten pieces of mummified flesh. Name tags rusted with age, fallen between the brittle vertebrae that once raised this beloved animal's faithful head.\n\nMyths of massive bonfires in the night, flames so tall and bright they lit the main streets of town. Fires that left the surrounding trees with black trunks and grey leaves.\n\nLegends of named criminals found standing in the woods, frozen like statues. A lit pipe dangling from their mouth, and their bloodshot eyes burnt with a thousand yard stare.\n\nCampfires that burn out in an instant, but leave embers that never extinguish.\n\nStreaks of yellow light in the night and enchanting whispers coming from the darkness.\n\nCandles that burn down in seconds and trees that sprout up in days.\n\nThese myths and legends can not always be trusted, but for every rumour there is a sliver of truth. I am here to tell you that in this case, Archmagus Eden of the Marsh is that sliver of truth."}
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{"id": "95ae29e6-7905-4362-8d02-cc1d20ff525d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:11.396", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVEo3mqj9tiDmgmGvQ9X6i3FgrUUkGJnAWsnLompizd93", "txHash": "0x5c87dfe8e041f6f62c641e778df4b14ce0a07718edc9b336f4d958930e538e4c", "createdAtBlock": 13566634, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1277, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Cassius of the Garden", "text": "Gard'lien, the green eater of souls.\n\nFrom its very moment of germination, Gard'lien took to sprout within the vitality\nof its creator with a thirst so searing that it scorched the poor wizard's bodily\nvessel down to its very follicles. Its host left gingerly on the verge of complete\nconsumption, Gard'lien was struck with its first cognicanze: a fear of self-cannibalization.\n\n\nOnly then (and only this once) did Gard'lien restrain its appetite,\ninstead cradling the unconsumed leftovers of the wizard's soul within its\nspreading roots, and nursing Cassius back to a bound state of.... liveness.\nSufficient to serve as the sage-yet-nearly-soulless siren of the gardens, a voice\nto lure others into Gard'lien's foliage.\n\n\nThose so lured depart melted of their very essence, utterly drained and\nexpelled back into the common realm as physical shells that persist until expiry\nonly as wound-up automaton, marching among their living counterparts in\nindistinguishable likeness - other than their their sudden gingerness. Gard'lien\nleaves behind this trail of crimson as the only markings of its monstrous hunger\nfor souls, with only broken remnants of Cassius to bear conscious witness to its\nsprawl."}
{"id": "2ccb544b-500c-420e-83c1-9f5154f5efba-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:46.455", "backgroundColor": "#320606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdp8rv5KaHtEDsiWw9ZkBM41cFfNVXc6t2frE7NFfezCE", "txHash": "0xf79830202f3fc33fb03f4aa1cae71e5c292bdd637decf6d93f890c09dceb901c", "createdAtBlock": 13597491, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9383, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Grave Robbing Kobold Poppy of the Technicolor Nightmare", "text": "# Grave Robbing Kobold Poppy of the Technicolor Nightmare\n\n## Chapter 1\n\n> _While not the most intelligent species of all the lands, by a fair margin I may add, your average Kobold still has an intrinsic way of resourcefulness about them, and a deftness of skill and self-preservation not often found in other lesser species. Interestingly, this does not extend to their ability to barter or accrue wealth - ideal marks for a table of cards, for instance - or perhaps they simply have an entirely different system of valuation._\n> \n> _Their heightened senses make them exceedingly difficult to corner, their wiles and tendency towards tricks making them difficult to predict. This may or may not be accredited to their relatively low intellect, but for the most part they make for the most exquisite prey and present the most rewarding chase, pushing both hunter and hunted to their limits. It is after all the fruit whose skin provides the most onerous obstacle which offers up the sweetest of flesh._\n>\n>\n>\n> The Hunt\n> \n> _Master of Spots Hunter_\n\n\n\nPoppy had never been a good Kobold, not like his brother Peppy who could do no wrong. Where Peppy seemed to possess the Midas touch, finding luck at every turn, Poppys tale was a sad string of one bad turn after another. Which had ultimately led to his quite spectacular death, ironically turning out to be the change in fortunes he had always sought in life yet had never found."}
{"id": "2ccb544b-500c-420e-83c1-9f5154f5efba-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:46.455", "backgroundColor": "#320606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdp8rv5KaHtEDsiWw9ZkBM41cFfNVXc6t2frE7NFfezCE", "txHash": "0xf79830202f3fc33fb03f4aa1cae71e5c292bdd637decf6d93f890c09dceb901c", "createdAtBlock": 13597491, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9383, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Grave Robbing Kobold Poppy of the Technicolor Nightmare", "text": "The Sacred Flame had not been meant for him of course, though find him it had. His attunement to all Colors had consistently been his most favored trait, and while it had made him a pariah as a youth, his iridescent ability to mix, fade, blend and otherwise bend Light was what had granted him this final journey on behalf of a peculiar and penultimate client. The details were fuzzy, apparently dying does that, but Poppy remembered dancing flames, moving shadows, and a high-pitched scream.\n\n Be gone ye filth! he exclaimed, swinging his scythe in a lazy arc towards the malodorous zombie in his path. This bounty belongs to me you pile of pus, he continued as the disgusting being stumbled aside, leaving his path open to the tomb ahead.\n\nAs crypts went it was rather unremarkable, but if Poppy was good at one thing, it was following his nose and ears  well what passed for nose and ears now - towards the scent of treasure. And what a fortuitous run he had been blessed with, after his accidental stumble through the Fire and consequent eviction from The Quantum Shadow. After shedding his old mortal self and being resurrected something else, his unique and multi-colored bony form had become his new sigil of status and renown.\n\nReaching into his pouch, he withdrew a rancid strip of flesh and dangled it in front of Sniff. His familiar had not fared as well in their metamorphosis; however, Poppy was not one to waste potential and had discovered that, with the right kind of motivation, his zombie rat could still sniff out nearly anything."}
{"id": "2ccb544b-500c-420e-83c1-9f5154f5efba-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:46.455", "backgroundColor": "#320606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdp8rv5KaHtEDsiWw9ZkBM41cFfNVXc6t2frE7NFfezCE", "txHash": "0xf79830202f3fc33fb03f4aa1cae71e5c292bdd637decf6d93f890c09dceb901c", "createdAtBlock": 13597491, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9383, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Grave Robbing Kobold Poppy of the Technicolor Nightmare", "text": "Go on Sniffles, find what I seek, and this fabulous feast will be yours! He waved the putrid meat once more before stuffing away, and watched the disgusting thing amble away, burrowing into the grave. Channeling a trickle of magic to let the light bend ever so slightly around him, he sat down to relax and have a well-earned rest while his familiar did all the hard work. He had a very good feeling about the potential of this looting, perhaps even something worthy to present to the High Lichs? Lost as he was in these delightful thoughts, he was somewhat baffled by a sudden presence before him, peering down as if they could penetrate his illusion.\n\nAh yes, here you are little Kobold, came the deep voice from beneath a deep dark hood. Oh yes, we can see you quite well, despite your tricks. No need to stand, this will take but a moment. Scrambling nonetheless, Poppy stood and took two steps back.\n\nWhat devilry is this? he asked unsteadily, shaking his scythe menacingly.\n\nFret not, Refracted One, we are not here to do you harm, the figure said still motionless. We have been following you, and my Master sees great potential, should you be willing to aid us. In a few moments your pet will return to you bearing a seemingly unremarkable bauble. All we ask is that you keep it safe for now, and when the time comes you must bring it to a very specific place. Fail to do so, and you may find your future less fortunate.\n\nHow do you know me? asked Poppy, looking around. The mindless zombie nearby had lost interest and seemed not to notice the ethereal figure."}
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{"id": "7d11004c-867c-487b-9187-78d7ac8914c1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:03.331", "backgroundColor": "#243726", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQp7nTYFQ9cAiLwJm42eREttqyi4FpexgAvQ5QiZXFCH", "txHash": "0xbd5f3c84c50cd9112a763f8b0f85d4ee2993c6b0bb96437f0f9b053c06ac4f68", "createdAtBlock": 15117222, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14718, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Edward Marauder of all that is Evil", "text": "The story of 'Edward the Marauder of all that is Evil' begins in the middle.  The middle of his career, that is.  A time that would change Edwards focus and prove the pivotal moment in redefining a lost warrior into a local legend fighting for good. \n\nYou see, although from a challenging upbringing, Edward had managed, through quirky charm and infectious energy, to land himself among the privileged society by the time he reached his mid twenties.  He had received battle training from the kingdoms finest and had developed a podgy gut via a life of decadence.  Having spent  those years among the towering mountain peaks, enjoying the crisp, rarified air and regular long swims in the shallow, turquoise waters of Eib Lagoon, it may come as a surprise to learn that Edward soon found himself alone.\n\nJust how he came to find himself on the road, stretching further from home to ever more remote outposts, is perhaps a tale best left for another time.  The life of plenty now a distant and hazy memory.\n\nThat he spent almost four years resorting to ever more callous acts, is indicative of the chararacter he was becoming.  A hard life on the road had honed him, both physically and mentally, into an efficient fighter loaded with guile and deadly tricks.\n\nThe day that Edward transitioned from Teddy the Marauder, the feared nomad and ruiner of local livelihoods, into the celebrated yet equally feared Marauder of all things Evil, was a day that ended with death.\n\nEdward collapsed into the scolding sand, the beating sun glinting off his nearby sword. He had lost the battle and lay in a heap, resigned to his fate."}
{"id": "7d11004c-867c-487b-9187-78d7ac8914c1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:03.331", "backgroundColor": "#243726", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQQp7nTYFQ9cAiLwJm42eREttqyi4FpexgAvQ5QiZXFCH", "txHash": "0xbd5f3c84c50cd9112a763f8b0f85d4ee2993c6b0bb96437f0f9b053c06ac4f68", "createdAtBlock": 15117222, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14718, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Edward Marauder of all that is Evil", "text": "His helmet, removed by his victor to allow her to look into Edwards eyes as she finished him, was dangling in one of her hands.  She towered above him, lifted her spear in the other and moved in closer.  A bead of sweat fell from the tip of her nose and landed in Edwards right eye, the saltiness causing him to squeeze both eyes closed.\n\nEdward heard the shuffle of limbs, a clatter against metal and felt the heavy form of his attacker crumple upon his own body.\n\nA broad snake, startled by the attacker, had appeared from beneath the surface of the sand, beside Edward and had lunged as the spear came down, shattering one fang against her protective wrist guard but landing the other fang deep into the flesh, exposed between glove and arm.\nLaying embedded in the sand, Edward slipped from consciousness, physically trapped.\n\nWhen he came to and opened his eyes, he saw nothing.  The vista was pure black.  It took a few moments to acclimatise and recognise a few shimmering stars in the night sky.\n\nWith his exposed face severely burned and blistered from the sun and his mouth clamped shut with shrivelled lips, Edward managed to roll onto one shoulder with all his strength, edging the body from upon him.  \n\nHe gathered his weaponry and helmet and went to set off.  The serpent had lain nestled against his armour, grateful for the body heat.  As they made eye contact Edward sensed a connection with the rattle snake and leaned a hand down toward it.  The snake happily allowed itself to be cradled in one arm and off they set, to meander through the sands, guided solely by the stars.\n\nPlodding onward, relentlessly, one stifled footstep at a time, it was only as the first sun poked above the undulating horizon of rolling dunes that Edward started to regain hope."}
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{"id": "6a1ddfa9-5d65-44df-878e-bcb11e78cefb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:13.933", "backgroundColor": "#3e1010", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaT3FNvmnrRQoLt1gS1gdFNpjqXdygFBWUmyHP9XxLqq4", "txHash": "0x3f832065ddcdcf25b636a2e2ce37c98c41d2800f02b7d288db46bb1cfb10d74d", "createdAtBlock": 13572005, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4252, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Zagan of the Catacombs", "text": "# Void Disciple Zagan of the Catacombs\n\n## Prologue\n\n\n> _[..] and while more ignorant and inexperienced minds would contest their existence, dispelled as the marvels of a wayward imagination, I have myself seen them. Though admittedly I wish I had not, for now I am unable to escape the haunting memory of those empty eyes, that unending grin, taunting as if those vacant sockets pierced me to my very core, beheld my most intimate self, and found it lacking._\n> \n> _Perhaps I was left alive for the same reason I dont simply squash every insignificant insect I happen upon, or maybe they, as the powerful often do, enjoy maintaining a certain notoriety  and as such I, as I write these words, would be fulfilling that purpose most perfectly._\n> \n> _Regardless, they do seem to exist in two variants these unlikely animated dead; There are those who take auric forms while others are argent, the meaning of their distinction unclear, any hierarchy or significance mere conjecture on my part._\n> \n> _Despite my research and experiments, I have yet to conclude as to their nature and aspect; Have they, as you and I, once been chained to flesh and bone, destined to expire, and by hook or crook found a way past this fleeting mortal coil without passing beyond? Or are they mere puppets, dancing on strings unseen, mastered by hands powerful beyond ken?_\n> \n> \n> The March of the Perished\n> _Edwyn Lymp_\n\n\n\n_Peck-peck._"}
{"id": "6a1ddfa9-5d65-44df-878e-bcb11e78cefb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:30:13.933", "backgroundColor": "#3e1010", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaT3FNvmnrRQoLt1gS1gdFNpjqXdygFBWUmyHP9XxLqq4", "txHash": "0x3f832065ddcdcf25b636a2e2ce37c98c41d2800f02b7d288db46bb1cfb10d74d", "createdAtBlock": 13572005, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4252, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Zagan of the Catacombs", "text": "_Peck-peck._\n\nYou know Id grant you an eye had I still one to give, Zagan muttered to the crow perched on his shoulder. It had the delightful habit of pecking at his empty eye sockets with its shiny black beak, an act of affection surely since eyeballs, preferably ones suitably bloated and ripe, were after all Corones favorite indulgence. Not that they had enjoyed the pleasure of walking the wake of great battlefields for a lifetime or more, he mused, bony feet clacking away on the eldritch stone underfoot.\n\n_Click-clack, peck-peck,_ they echoed in the still musty air.\n\nThe endless maze of the Catacombs had no shortage of bodies, ensconced at regular intervals, all stripped of flesh, reduced to bone, fragile as the final notes of a love gone sour. This legion of dead was brittle and frail, each one epitomizing the lonely path from vitality to oblivion, symbols of the futility of life and the superiority of death, reminders one and all of the transience of existence. Yet, for a select few, a deal had been struck, a path bludgeoned past expiration, and none of the skeletons refleced the torchlight with flaxen hues as did his sturdy aureate skeletal figure. \n\nThese familiar surroundings - the musty smell of death long past, the gloomy corridors which, to anyone else, would look entirely similar and invariably lead astray  were a comfort now as it had been a confinement then. Yet he had returned not for sentiment, but for a very specific purpose. \n\n_Peck._"}
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{"id": "82457363-c0e2-4ee2-beb4-9ee223811989-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:31:28.47", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQfmB6M98T8nKPhhLJB6JVaYGS8BWDcCP92JvzahD91NP", "txHash": "0xe7cbff6030aa99511c70b48ecfd9692bea8b01bca2ba05c90c156a08b5e529ac", "createdAtBlock": 13602026, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4949, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNnwDFTmpYc9ayx22bPAyuRo4XcRYVoXnY4gd5CEn1Kug", "name": "Sorcerer Silas of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "# The Last ritual of Sorcerer Silas \n\nIt was late on the day as the setting sun illuminated the sky with dark orange light.\n\nSorcerer Silas had waited many months for this moment; the seven planets had to be located at the right angles in the zodiac for the Ritual he was about to perform to succeed.\n\nNow, he was standing in the wilderness somewhere in between the Wired House and the Sacred Pillars.\n\nHis rune, the one of the Sun, was drawn on parchment and laid out in the South, a Red Frog, the familiar he conjured during his Thelemis initiation ceremony, was sitting at the centre of the rune. In the North lay a basket with a single giant green quantum mushroom.\n\nHe looked to the West; the Sun was creeping below the horizon. He waited until the last ray of light hit the sky above the sacred space he had prepared. Now the ceremony could start.\n\nHe began by facing the East, looking towards the Sacred Pillars, a place of tremendous power, slowly reciting the incantations taught to him by his master **Aleister Crowley\\**. A large flaming pentagram appeared floating a few inches above the ground as he spoke in ancient tongues. Silas kept his focus strong and moved to face the South, the Sacred Tower reaching high up in the distance, continuing to speak mysterious words only Thelemists knew the meaning off. A second flaming pentagram appeared before him. Slowly, he moved to the West, a fresh breeze of air from the salty sea brushed his face, he noticed it but kept his concentration firm on the ongoing Ritual, a third flaming pentagram appeared before him. He finally moved to face North, the snowy peaks of the large earthy mountains were still illuminated by the now set sun; he recited a last secret four-letter word. With this, the last flaming pentagram faded onto the material plane in front of him."}
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{"id": "d1fd1485-c747-43ba-a9b9-43464d9ba806-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:32:25.248", "backgroundColor": "#ebd2d2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdWJSBsYkGD5ftDekqyDFu95Lw81q3bjY9qGFPQaGscCi", "txHash": "0x624e272f3bf9ca6dabf9066f02cc0bedd2c206da7187e7aeb0e767e653e62664", "createdAtBlock": 13621839, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5659, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Marie Laveau", "text": "# The Arrival of Madame Laveau\n\n\nThe meal was incredible, the music transcendent.. and the way she danced with her wings as much as her feet! Angus grinned as he recalled the festival. It had been two years since he was accepted by the Fey, they were his family and his tribe now. He had no regrets about his choice.\n\nEver-eager to please new friends, he had spent the better part of the evening englamoured, offering a complete menagerie of mythical beasts to the raucous laughter of the audience.\n\nThe sphinx was his personal favorite and he took that opportunity to share a few of his favorite riddles for the Fey- who were long-separated from the taverns where Angus had first heard the puzzles spoken.  This mixture of new jokes and extravagant forms made him briefly famous in the hall, and they were greedy for more display. He relished in their chants of Angus! Angus! and gave a final encore as a bubble-spitting hydra before wishing them all a restful sleep.\n\nThat would be the last time this human of the Fey was received warmly. The woolen blanket had slipped to the floor, and his legs were unnaturally tensed. Angus now stood with his mouth agape. \n\nHis bidden legs left the dwelling-home of the Fey and once deep in the woods, his hands ensorcelled to hide his form as a mundane snake, then to slither a several-days journey to a tower long-forgotten.\n\nOnce arrived and with human hands again, a small stair he would climb, and then in through a window where a force from outside of his conception would bring forth a mighty fire. \n\nInto this strange pyre, Angus silently committed himself and was consumed."}
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{"id": "57d4c38e-b267-497e-b5a2-7819ef91ef34-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:36.585", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYgcCGuTrQTMT5dJVTW2NP6J4cBATUZgU59gD3RkhbzEp", "txHash": "0x9bbd9d4a17021fe3086bb61d1a0d93b54c4df72cc7b0b0936601578c72e63bbd", "createdAtBlock": 13655269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6964, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Chyou of the Steppe", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Chyou of the Steppe\n\nChyou is a young wizard who originated from the Alchemist Archepeligo. Despite her youth she has seen much already and is worldly wise beyond her years. She is incredibly altruistic and kind, headstong and bold while also very inquisitive in her nature. The Steppe she now calls home wasnt always her home. Originally from the Archipelago, she left with her mother shortly after the mysterious disappearance of her father, an incredibly powerful Alchemist who was a prolific user of magic. He had locked himself away in his workshop and had not been seen for months leading up to his disappearance. Rumours swirled that he had become so prolific in his magic use, it had started to change even his physical form. One morning he was discovered missing, the only lead in his disappearance was rune burnt into the wooden floor of the workshop. The rune was unidentifiable though and he has never been seen or heard from since.\n\nAfter leaving the Archipelago her mother remarried while Chyou was still very young, this time to a warrior. Her stepfather was a man who was incredibly skilled in his chosen disciplines and had been a fierce warrior on the field of battle. Away from that, he was a wildly different person. Kind, devoted and passionate, if not for his scars and physique youd never have known his roots. He took Chyou immediately and doted on her, always firm but fair in equal measure. While Chyou was an alchemist at heart she was also an avid student of her step father mastering swordsmanship and hand to hand fighting as well as developing the softer side of warriorship, meditating, healing and mental strength. Despite her slight frame, Chyou had became a fearsome opponent with her sheer speed and agility. The skills and lessons learnt from her stepfather influenced and drove her life heavily."}
{"id": "57d4c38e-b267-497e-b5a2-7819ef91ef34-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:36.585", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYgcCGuTrQTMT5dJVTW2NP6J4cBATUZgU59gD3RkhbzEp", "txHash": "0x9bbd9d4a17021fe3086bb61d1a0d93b54c4df72cc7b0b0936601578c72e63bbd", "createdAtBlock": 13655269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6964, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Chyou of the Steppe", "text": "It was her skills as an alchemist though that brought her to the attention of a local Lord who took her in to produce the fine metals he needed for a plan to modernise his lands and bring prosperity to his people. Chyou had jumped at this opportunity, to be able to help so many with her talents appealed to her greatly. She later came to realise however, she had been tricked. The Lord was in fact a Lich and was using the resources she produced to expand his lands and crush the people. Distraught by this she refused to continue her work and was imprisoned in the castle dungeon. The dungeon was a dark forboding place, cold, damp and in complete darkness. The lessons in meditation and training her step father had taught her were the only things that kept Chyou going through this torment. She eventually escaped her confinement with the help of her familiar, whom she found in the darkness and fled the Lords lands. Once safe, she searched for her parents for a time, but they had long since left for the safety of lands far away believing her dead."}
{"id": "57d4c38e-b267-497e-b5a2-7819ef91ef34-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:36.585", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYgcCGuTrQTMT5dJVTW2NP6J4cBATUZgU59gD3RkhbzEp", "txHash": "0x9bbd9d4a17021fe3086bb61d1a0d93b54c4df72cc7b0b0936601578c72e63bbd", "createdAtBlock": 13655269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6964, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Chyou of the Steppe", "text": "For now her home is the Steppe, a small house with a little workshop in a secluded location. In the summer she travels and fights with the armies marching against the Lich Lord that imprisoned her. In the winter, when the fighting seasons are done, she returns to the safety of the Steppe. Designing and creating swords made to order with the fine metals she produces, she makes a living through the long winters. The swords she produces are no ordinary swords, they are bespoke swords created for use against both the living and the dead. She puts aside the profits she needs to replenish her stocks and keep her going through next the summers campaigns. Then, when times are tough and hope seeps from the Steppe in the deep midwinter, she sets to work distributing the rest of her profits to the villages around her. Delivered to the villagers in the dead of night by her familiar. Never much, but enough to see them and their livestock through the winter.\n\nThis his her life for the near future, but one day soon when Lich Lord is finally defeated, a great adventure awaits her travelling to the far off lands to find her parents once again\n\nCredits:\n\nSpecial thanks to 0xsharon & PineappleLord for their assistance and guidance in the writing of this lore."}
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{"id": "94efed62-6473-417c-8a59-bda3eedb1543-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:34.533", "backgroundColor": "#170e28", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAADHrvAFAJGrpf4gTi3N3WrUnxjWoijxF76Gw5QWhxk", "txHash": "0x48305696d63efd64b94ee239324e9b44fa9930391839cc654355de6d3ddaf47f", "createdAtBlock": 13649170, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9631, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Veiled Phantasm Aldus of the Ethereal Realm", "text": "# The Lore of Veiled Phantasm Aldus of the Ethereal Realm\n\nChaos Mage Miyo and Spellsinger Aldus retreat to a distant floor of the secret tower, away from the howling multitudes, eager for a spectacle.\n\nThank you Miyo, for accepting my request to do this in a more...secluded location, Aldus said.\n\nHmph, yeah well as long as I can see what happens, I'm content, Miyo replied.\n\nAldus scanned the room one final time. I am glad that Baozhai was not present. She's a smart girl.\n\nOk, ok, enough waiting, I want this burn to happen NOW! Are you going to go through or am I going to have to push you?!?\n\nAldus composed himself. As he slowly walked toward the flame, he began to sing a requiem befitting of a spellsinger. Although it is too low to make out the words, the tune carries both melancholy and power.\n\nThe flames are stoked and burn brightly as Aldus enters without hesitation. The song continues, but it begins to warp, as though it is being warped by unknown forces. Finally, it fades away in sync with the flame guttering out.\n\nThe being that is revealed is very different from the red wizard that had entered moments before.\n\nMiyo chuckled. Aww, look at you! All purple now just like your daughter. You don't look like you can do much anymore on this plane. Still, it's an intriguing result. And I still have my other flame that was supposed to be for troublemakers. Should I use it....\n\nMiyo walks off, deep in thought. The veiled phantasm slowly fades away to the Ethereal Realm."}
{"id": "b0bbccec-6918-4fab-abcf-480793c7c601-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:35.593", "backgroundColor": "#040637", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQiCqxbxR74b6UBCaupUCdmqLw16ySg3WnqJUyZvmrhEb", "txHash": "0xbe51a8cf0cbae9b3406a362b8988b8c75826050e607410214307024beb9fcbf7", "createdAtBlock": 13650158, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6573, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Voidoth of the Mist", "text": "# **The Adventures of Void Disciple Voidoth of the Mist**\n\n_Scritch scritch,_ sounded the pen as Voidoth wrote down the ingredients for his latest failed attempt.\n\n\"We almost got it that time, eh, Alkahest?\", Voidoth murmured idly to the fox who stood perched on the side table near the workbench. His familiar made a soft disgusted noise as he sniffed at the vapors coming out of the alembic.\n\n\"Don't give me that look\" said Voidoth. \"If only the bezoar we bought from that damn merchant was actually from a proper white dragon, instead of what was obviously just an overgrown frost wyvern\" he added sadly, then frowned. \"Actually the wyvern probably could have allowed us to get the right result that time, if we had calcified the dream ether to the right consistency, but you probably already know that.\"\n\nAlkahest gave a bored huff, then turned away from his master to groom himself.\n\n\"And you\" continued his master, \"don't think you aren't also to blame. This is, what, the one hundred and fifty-seventh time we've tried to make a greater Mandrake potion? You know, when the results are always the same, I'm not sure how much longer we can keep making excuses.\"\n\n\"Practice makes perfect, I suppose\" said the voice of the fox dryly in Voidoth's mind,  before the familiar resumed licking himself.\n\nSuddenly, the deafening boom of a door exploding off its hinges filled the small chamber, and Voidoth and Alkahest turned towards the noise in surprise.\n\nThrough the door came a hand made of a dark fire, which grabbed Voidoth by the head and lifted him into the air."}
{"id": "b0bbccec-6918-4fab-abcf-480793c7c601-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:35.593", "backgroundColor": "#040637", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQiCqxbxR74b6UBCaupUCdmqLw16ySg3WnqJUyZvmrhEb", "txHash": "0xbe51a8cf0cbae9b3406a362b8988b8c75826050e607410214307024beb9fcbf7", "createdAtBlock": 13650158, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6573, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Void Disciple Voidoth of the Mist", "text": "\"Ahh, you are betrayed, Voidoth\" said the voice of the being who held him in place, \"Betrayed by your own greed. The Lich Lord of the Nightmare Dominion is not so easily taken in by the foolish promises of the damned.\"\n\nVoidoth's head ached painfully, and he could feel the blood flowing down his face. The being who held him was dressed in a hooded black robe, and the flames flickering in the depths of his hood seemed to have no source, but the flames did illuminate the skull of a man.\n\nVoidoth licked his bloody lips, and tried to think quickly. \"Flamos, how nice to see you too. Can I offer you some ale?\"\n\nFlamos sneered. \"Don't play games with me, Voidoth. You failed to deliver the potion you promised the Lich Lord, and you know well that his sponsorship of your experiments requires prompt payment, which is now payable in blood\".\n\nVoidoth reached through his mind link to Alkahest, and invoked his ancestral powers. A sudden darkening overtook the room, as though heavy tapestries were covering the windows of the tower, blocking the noonday sun outside. Voidoth could no longer see Alkahest a few feet away, but he could feel his focus channeling mana into their shared connection.\n\n\"Come the void\" intoned Voidoth, \"Come the mist that rises in the morning, the shadow in the light, the shadow from the dark. Come the quiet of an evening shade, the silence of the stars, and the emptiness of the forgotten nothing. Come the void.\"\n\nThere was a great echo, and the pressure of a howling wind, and then the flaming skull was gone. In the silence that followed, as the air rushed back to fill the empty space, and light returned, Voidoth could hear Alkahest sigh."}
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{"id": "276ef97d-33bf-4af4-814c-be1750e19c45-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:38.585", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRuwJreEgCqNmRScu6zyD47iPEL22JPdDCfDH1nBZVQAu", "txHash": "0xf0344f1d654a9b1a6cfa3cef3d7625e492e57b917620df772fc16ce2572bb31d", "createdAtBlock": 13666959, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6895, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Udor of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Udor of the Tower\n\n### In a village, there lived a man named Archmagus Udor of the Tower, who's home was a tower, not one where he was locked though, he was free to go wherever he liked. He once had a battle, and since then, his eyes looked weird. So he covered them up with some cloth. Once he had done that everyone in his village congratulated him for saving the village, they decided not to ask why his eyes were covered.\n\n### The very next day, Archmagus was just walking, when he found a rat, with very strange colours, looking at him with its red, bold eyes. Archmagus didn't know what else to do except adopt it, so that is what he did. \n\n### One day, Archmagus was doing something when suddenly, the rat he had adopted squeaked at him as loud has he could, and then ran, so Archmagus  decided he would do the same. A few seconds after that, he spotted someone trying to rob him. And that's when something extrordinary happened...\n\n### The rat, had a beam of light coming out of its hands, and that damaged the robber quite a lot. The robber ran away and was never seen again. The rat, after that day, shared some of its powers with Archmagus. \n\n### That is the story of how Archmagus Udor of the Tower got his title and became famous. People say he is still famous today. And that is quite surprising as this happened a very long time ago."}
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{"id": "f2313309-fc1e-4661-937f-debde4fa936c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:40.347", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ7KQ37unQWVf8iQ34h1GyHkTDoTmDjnsSg7bU7YsuvDc", "txHash": "0x81420a55d27597d012a1e29d1430a4514d7bbe2a92e60c10dc4d816fad623379", "createdAtBlock": 13678975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5847, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Salvatore of the Grotto", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Salvatore of the Grotto\n\nClose to Dream Master Lake lives a wizard, in a beautiful grotto filled with crystals, next to the giant waterfall. It looks like a natural grotto but, in a land filled with magic, who can tell. All the local children know he is a wizard from his white hat, a dead giveaway, but he calls himself a gardener and you dont want to argue with wizards, even Zenlike ones.\n\nThe only time he lost his cool was when anyone approached the apple tree at the far end of his orchard. He had put a waist high wooden fence around it and a small sign which made it clear you should not cross it, or him!\n\nOne day, a few months ago, another white wizard turned up to talk to Salvatore and half the village found an excuse to walk past the grotto entrance trying to listen to their conversation. It was clear the second wizard felt something had changed and they needed to act now while Salvatore urged patience as they moved inside. The acoustics made it difficult to hear but they kept talking about knowledge as well as good and evil.\n\nWhat was clear to me, as I had been the only person there when he first arrived, was the look of fear and terror in his eyes when he first saw that tree. What causes that reaction in someone so powerful I do not even want to know as I have enough difficulty sleeping these days with my bad back.\n\nAnyway the very next day I decided I had a responsibility to my family to put some distance between us and that place in case whatever the wizards feared came to pass. I quickly gathered some apples from the orchard floor for the long journey while my wife baked bread and collected clean water."}
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{"id": "2e0492e0-07d5-408a-89b2-0686c5435e8b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:47.516", "backgroundColor": "#08253e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ78QQJmJ2bc1EQWadJHHgFR3B39bwj5gJjwF4xcWTPm8", "txHash": "0x3ee923a58480e52a056c8270701587479308eefb1913077234fabbcf45a27df4", "createdAtBlock": 13731228, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3369, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdBoCn7aVtc4sUDWZrUJPuhrT3jsV8Y8JHFN38Lq9cXvW", "name": " David of the Moors", "text": "# The Lore of  David of the Moors\n\nEarth has been devastated by nuclear war and it has taken 2 million years for the radioactive cloud to once again allow sunlight to reach the surface. Only a handful of humans have survived the apocalypse, while the rest have turned into mutants roaming the radioactive wastelands. Finally, the true ancestor of mankind  the legendary sorceress reappeared and lived in a beautiful land in peace for three millennia.\n\nWhile his subjects were celebrating 3,000 years of peace, their ruler of the Legendary Witches, fell into a trance and left the party. Confused, the black raven followed her to her house and found that she had given birth to a white witch and was named David of the Moors.\nBecause he was too old and already had the lineage of the legendary magician, he died and left a rare heirloom Goblet of Immortality (magic cup) to the crows who followed him.\nso that it can be given to David of the Moors in the future.\nand the white wizard grew up with the crow and began to explore the world with the cup,\nDavid of the Moors is very powerful and cannot be defeated because he holds the cup\nDay after day passed David of the Moors became more powerful and almost all of the earth was under his control\nnow he intends to fly to another planet and wants to take over too\nYes, the planet is called MARS."}
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{"id": "a829584d-de6b-4b27-a865-7a37e9d21ebd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:10.027", "backgroundColor": "#6004b4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRdQLetEBRT6jiEuYk3cqTkpYvnacrBAtGRpAtmCewDEq", "txHash": "0xecfc4691679ef8cc1c7f32637aded01c4fc9a45a3311c873a3dc141c10762f77", "createdAtBlock": 14730880, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9089, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Sorcerer Ramiz of the Carnival", "text": "# Sorcerer Ramiz of the Carnival\n\nOrigins unknown, the first accounts of Sorcerer Ramiz can be traced back to his release from servitude by his unwitting merchant master at Zaros Oasis. Some say, Ramiz created the Oasis itself with past wishes granted, which as a powerful Water Djinni, would have been child's play for him. However, with one final wish remaining Ramiz tricked his master with a riddle for which the answer was actually a wish. Ramiz granted the merchant wine from the waters of the Oasis and was thus unshackled forever. \n\n## Carnival Pass\nFrom there, Ramiz wander far and wide finding his familiar near the Weird House, his Phoenix Feather in the BattleMage Mountains, and his Green Elven Cloak whilst learning from a rogue group at Dream Master Lake. With a flair for the dramatic and a high affinity for Purple Haze, his legend has grown from his exploits in Carnival Pass. Who knows, what lies ahead for this powerful being, but a word of warning to those who may wish to impede this freed Djinn."}
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{"id": "7e9372ff-8ada-4b79-9ab8-30aa3b750262-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:55.396", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 8, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckihBQAJiRQLq1ypFnraKfbk6WfTU1WsqEzgeZDeQEzz", "txHash": "0x0dfad3112941a951583ec446e86c192448cb1f9a9c86f1ca4d347ee46a3d68c0", "createdAtBlock": 13752857, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought."}
{"id": "7e9372ff-8ada-4b79-9ab8-30aa3b750262-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:55.396", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 8, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckihBQAJiRQLq1ypFnraKfbk6WfTU1WsqEzgeZDeQEzz", "txHash": "0x0dfad3112941a951583ec446e86c192448cb1f9a9c86f1ca4d347ee46a3d68c0", "createdAtBlock": 13752857, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "As he entered the forest path, his legs steadily moved faster, from a hurried walk to a run. The quicker he moved, the stronger the flames seemed to burn. Before he knew it, Charlord was in a full sprint, a madman heading into the wild. And then something happened. In the black void that filled his mind, a small crack of light broke through. It wasnt much and it provided no information of use. But it was something. And now, Charlord was left to ponder what exactly that light would illuminate? Did he even want to know? Perhaps the black void was something he sought out..."}
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{"id": "76caf586-e3c7-412d-8947-c8361fcfb240-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:50.644", "backgroundColor": "#004124", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPH2gTg9tLnZhU5W8wyXfp8iBCufp2J6XEuiA8VGgpzkj", "txHash": "0xe93a72e1ef0422d85324506fc38b9c5b9fa56dee84107d8069b93ae29bf482a3", "createdAtBlock": 13741790, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 660, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRXWpiqPaYiw2AcyJgzCc4KDFV1j5cwiHFxycMKAm1y93", "name": "Chaos Mage Marceline of the Atheneum", "text": "# The Lore of Chaos Mage Marceline of the Andtheneum\n\n~PROLOGUE~\n\n     Sensations ablaze, Marceline stepped out from the roaring teal gateway. With the torn edges of space whipping by, her ears sang and eyes scintillated as the acrid yet nostalgic taste and smell of burnt bubblegum filled her nose and mouth. Nauseating vertigo snapped into a euphoric glow as her foot left the rimpled rind of Chaos and the teal gateway closed behind her with a sizzling pop - the mage was now somewhere else.\n\n     \"Robert!\" exclaimed the toad in excruciating delight, pleased that the heft of its master had left it once again. The sudden noise vibrated the empty white space Marceline had stepped into, jaunting her out of her dream-woven state as the same unanswered questions returned to front of mind. It seemed, to her, impossible to figure how one could at once be so confused by their own existence and behavior and yet deeply nostalgic about the sensations that arose from them. Gate after gate were summoned with ease, but each step through the chaos got her no further toward answers nor away from those empty white rooms. Still, the nostalgia seemed helpful, for the memories (or dreams, who could tell?) it evoked brought Marcy closest to knowing her past - and it was in her past that she imagined she might find herself and see into her future. Perhaps a few more steps through the chaos and the bubblegum would remind her the way\n\n     So, with a deep breath and a sigh, Marceline stepped once more on the chaotic toad whose warbling burp tore a new hole into space and summoned that liquid agate gateway through which she ambled, mumbling, \"On Chaos, on\""}
{"id": "d7f71cb5-b174-44cd-957d-47bffde00ac0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:51.42", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRQx1DNqcDvpSBvXBB5YZCgNQXLuJM6wTzxVBtVyjSQzU", "txHash": "0xcafb4c0ad9e9431ab0531d42207e7c38ae79cac124dfa9ddcc4b063ed1d46c1e", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead.  A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less.  He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out.  He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm  water, a midday sunrise.  He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge.  He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh.  The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus.  He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him.  A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh.  He could feel the chill running through his bones. \n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass.  Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick.  He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him.  Cold blooded, he thought."}
{"id": "d7f71cb5-b174-44cd-957d-47bffde00ac0-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:51.42", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRQx1DNqcDvpSBvXBB5YZCgNQXLuJM6wTzxVBtVyjSQzU", "txHash": "0xcafb4c0ad9e9431ab0531d42207e7c38ae79cac124dfa9ddcc4b063ed1d46c1e", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "As he entered the forest path, his legs steadily moved faster, from a hurried walk to a run.  The quicker he moved, the stronger the flames seemed to burn.  Before he knew it, Charlord was in a full sprint, a madman heading into the wild.  And then something happened.  In the black void that filled his mind, a small crack of light broke through.  It wasnt much and it provided no information of use.  But it was something.  And now, Charlord was left to ponder what exactly that light would illuminate? Did he even want to know?  Perhaps the black void was something he sought out..."}
{"id": "322d0da0-d184-49dd-9564-9fddf88c77ce-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:51.959", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRQx1DNqcDvpSBvXBB5YZCgNQXLuJM6wTzxVBtVyjSQzU", "txHash": "0x7bc0cf609ea810db7740966a723815bd60a0fca288d59797ea8f5aaa3f4932bb", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead.  A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less.  He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out.  He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm  water, a midday sunrise.  He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge.  He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh.  The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus.  He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him.  A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh.  He could feel the chill running through his bones. \n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass.  Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick.  He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him.  Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "19267adc-c273-4d47-9e3b-b041cd5d4561-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:52.702", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQwxKvUYzbrUvYtargzxGTkBA6DYNXftV2PX9oomEzg7d", "txHash": "0xff0849580d8349d47f9b741fc26e878da6758755e34249618fe5b1c365b83998", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead.  A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less.  He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out.  He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm  water, a midday sunrise.  He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge.  He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh.  The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus.  He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him.  A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh.  He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass.  Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick.  He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him.  Cold blooded, he thought."}
{"id": "19267adc-c273-4d47-9e3b-b041cd5d4561-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:52.702", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQwxKvUYzbrUvYtargzxGTkBA6DYNXftV2PX9oomEzg7d", "txHash": "0xff0849580d8349d47f9b741fc26e878da6758755e34249618fe5b1c365b83998", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "As he entered the forest path, his legs steadily moved faster, from a hurried walk to a run.  The quicker he moved, the stronger the flames seemed to burn.  Before he knew it, Charlord was in a full sprint, a madman heading into the wild.  And then something happened.  In the black void that filled his mind, a small crack of light broke through.  It wasnt much and it provided no information of use.  But it was something.  And now, Charlord was left to ponder what exactly that light would illuminate? Did he even want to know?  Perhaps the black void was something he sought out..."}
{"id": "4e4f293a-23e0-447c-b9f0-e9d6718e6873-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:53.727", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTkDrEPzPCk78M1G4RgMX7k2AQy36CoQnM6qeLDEfWmgs", "txHash": "0x8ce2ee254d9f76fccfd9463cacb7fb72d2b687a49b6246c2581ba3d7daa2f284", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead.  A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less.  He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out.  He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm  water, a midday sunrise.  He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge.  He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh.  The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus.  He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him.  A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh.  He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass.  Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick.  He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him.  Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "91b2bebc-62a0-40dd-b4e2-b46b1cc38d24-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:54.456", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 5, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckihBQAJiRQLq1ypFnraKfbk6WfTU1WsqEzgeZDeQEzz", "txHash": "0xe3075a5c153ec380fa2917800e48e79f8e4c327fbee2ed257ee9da113b3b25ed", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "87c6af9c-ac5c-467e-a0af-ee00a23f29f2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:54.988", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 6, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckihBQAJiRQLq1ypFnraKfbk6WfTU1WsqEzgeZDeQEzz", "txHash": "0x306ee40355af5389696697602414da617eb79e46f17d259e4188c9e3aa7d7da1", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "2207f285-0b2e-4cfe-b461-d80cd62eea23-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:00.963", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPpCKHb9eB7coRWybsxP9eCSSzDZDDswZDYTFqUVu6peZ", "txHash": "0xb8968450c504fcac031b45d03fdca9535f95a34b20c37e6848d3b4c45d6fa209", "createdAtBlock": 13790451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2455, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eric of the Canyon", "text": "# The Lore of Sage Eric of the Canyon\n\nIt all started as a joke, then the joke became more real. Then I thought, might as well get a unique poem done for my unique wizard that can interconect the virtual and non virtual lifes. Here it is:\n\nAnywhere the calm of harbour ends past breakwater or cape or spell of peace youll find me, journey there or back. My friends are everyone who ventures for release or gold, or glory. I travel to find some frightful beast or magic word or scroll that changes everything. But I dont mind whether I win or lose, because the whole of life is stories, told over a crock of ale. Strange friends that meet once and depart forever. Theyre our spirits precious stock in trade. I carry secrets in my heart across the cold expanses of the sea to foreign shores, and tell themand theyre free.\n\nUnfortunatelly, today is the day that Sage Eric of the Canyon will walk into the flames, hopefully his soul will never be forgotten. \n\nA"}
{"id": "18435079-7f8f-4807-afdc-69c0d52e139c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:01.929", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZ8mVYj6VThWFupSnhhY3K6bJjaEpReEwsxr1RfHLGPHm", "txHash": "0xd8f0b27f8407ee5d015ec0358f139e4266251e96d17846e94b1ff46c50ba1c78", "createdAtBlock": 13790772, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3143, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Ming of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Ming of the Plains\n\nArchmagus Ming is grand master of Shorinji Kempo and Nippon Kempo as well as a archmagus. She resides in Calista's Castle with her familia -- a green swamp bullfrog. \n\nMing planned to travel across the plain and arrive at the vampyre mist for a secret mission. She hasn't decided which route to take -- going up northeast (the Wild & The Fey) or going west by the edge of teh Quantum Shadown. \n\nShe figured that she would need a team and pick up some gears first. She rode to Red Wizard Capital on Dec 10th and stopped by the renowned 10ktf store in Red Wizard Capital. Shopkeeper Hideaki greeted Ming and tailormade a water magic enchanted rare hoodie with white cat ears for her. \n\nMing carried her spell book with her all time. Still, she needs a good magic wand and at least another capable wizard to form a team. After saying good-bye to Hideaki, Ming put on her new enchanted hoodie and head straight toward The Guild in Red Wizard Capital."}
{"id": "f126f350-4b59-44fc-b82e-97096de8519f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.717", "backgroundColor": "#121424", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdt2bZY1aBxwDni9Et5HNt1TyU3jpwEYGK9mPGhMMhJQH", "txHash": "0xddcffc35cb5c7d2cfb1b73d6205e3360572463b41d26d4a65201a104392c93d1", "createdAtBlock": 13792754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6535, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Basil of the Gnostics", "text": "# The Pearl\n\nThat sound, this wood creaking, intermingled with the subtle wind blowing, Ive heard it before. This musky smell tinted with mildew, very familiar. This sensation of itching, I remember, around my nose, this crust of salt, having filtered this air all night. On the walls, I can see, rays of light seeping from cracks, dancing and painting those ugly rotting walls. I can feel my whole body, rocking at this same pace. And then this feeling of dread.. Oh yes, its morning, and Im still alive.\n \n _I am Basil of the Gnostics, and weeeeelcooooome to a spectacle of optics, a night of might and magic!_\n \nThis sentence, I cant stand it anymore, but the worse is seeing their innocent reaction on their face. Like a canvas painted from honest emotions, amazed, eyes shining, pleasure running through their neck down to their toes, draped in their velvet robes. They look happy. For some, theyve been working days in days out for years to afford a ferry to The Pearl, and twice that time for a one-night ticket in my tower, a night of thunder and wonder. Most of them wont even remember. Most of them will go under. \n\n\nThe pleb will work all their life to come here in the hopes of making it big, or simply having a purpose, a goal to look into and convince themselves that, somehow, their everyday life of suffering will be worth it."}
{"id": "f126f350-4b59-44fc-b82e-97096de8519f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.717", "backgroundColor": "#121424", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdt2bZY1aBxwDni9Et5HNt1TyU3jpwEYGK9mPGhMMhJQH", "txHash": "0xddcffc35cb5c7d2cfb1b73d6205e3360572463b41d26d4a65201a104392c93d1", "createdAtBlock": 13792754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6535, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Basil of the Gnostics", "text": "Of course, you also have the aristocrats, magistrates, Big Potion investors, sons of prince this, daughters of queen that. \nExcept, for them, there are no risks, the games rigged\n \nThose prosperous, pompous _Landies_ come over here because for them theyve seen everything they need on land, theyve already experienced what mountains of gold can offer over there. Theyve seen, heard, ate, and felt everything there is ..at least on Land.\nSee, within the limits of the Realms, there is a certain code to follow, at least if you have a certain reputation to maintain. Certain experiences are not accepted over there, frowned upon. All a bunch of hypocrites to me, those who write these laws cant even stop coming here.\n \nAnd therefore something like The Pearl exists, a wonder of the sea they say! Shining so bright in the darkness of the night. So bright that anyone can find it just by heading to the nothingness of the ocean and follow this beacon of light. Miles out of the nearest shores, in constant flow, where no laws exists, this self-sustaining marvel of engineering is so immense, no one calls it a ship, its a floating city, a multi-leveled floating city of lust and debauchery. It would take over a week for a _Landie_ just to visit all the casinos, arenas, taverns, cabarets or exclusive clubs like the one I run. \n \nAnd thats just what theyre allowed to see, for all this majestic appearance is only a shell, hiding an underbelly of kitchens, steam rooms, slave quarters, and those chains ..those chains dragging against the ocean floor, reminding of us of what would happen if we were to disobey the Baron.\n \n _I am Basil of the Gnostics, and weeeeelcooooome to a spectacle of optics, a night of might and magic!_"}
{"id": "f126f350-4b59-44fc-b82e-97096de8519f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.717", "backgroundColor": "#121424", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdt2bZY1aBxwDni9Et5HNt1TyU3jpwEYGK9mPGhMMhJQH", "txHash": "0xddcffc35cb5c7d2cfb1b73d6205e3360572463b41d26d4a65201a104392c93d1", "createdAtBlock": 13792754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6535, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Basil of the Gnostics", "text": "At least Im one of the lucky ones, these dancing rays of light, a constant reminder that Im living above the sea line, unlike my best friend Grog, despite being the main chef on board. But alas, hes a Kobold after all. What would those pureblood wizards say if they knew their fizzle cake was made a dirty Kobold! Nonsense.. I may run one of the most exclusive club on The Pearl, were all equal in the end, a slave is a slave.\nOh, Im sorry, not a slave, a debtor..whatever..\n \nSee, remember when I said the game was rigged? Anyone is welcomed on The Pearl, as long as they have gold of course, and that rarely lasts long. This predatory ship will play with your mind, planting this seed making you believe you can win big at the games, and come back as rich as the local Lord of your unremarkable hamlet. You may win at first, but youll come back, you got the taste. And then all these substances youll inevitably end up taking will make you want more and more, until your pockets are empty. And thats when you get approached, _Oh sir, you could sell your return ticket and make it back_. Guess what happens if you lose that one too, the Barons servants, the mind flayers, will be happy to lend you some.\n\nThen its over, they got you. Youll be forced to wear the Glyph and work here to pay back your debt before you can leave. Interest, accommodation tax, food fees, its one big trap. \n \nAnd what did I do you might ask?\n \nMy ancestor Bergamot of the Gnostics, four generations over, decided to gamble a ship he didnt own like an imbecile, and here I am paying back debt for someone not even breathing anymore. Born on the Pearl, Die on the Pearl."}
{"id": "f126f350-4b59-44fc-b82e-97096de8519f-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.717", "backgroundColor": "#121424", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdt2bZY1aBxwDni9Et5HNt1TyU3jpwEYGK9mPGhMMhJQH", "txHash": "0xddcffc35cb5c7d2cfb1b73d6205e3360572463b41d26d4a65201a104392c93d1", "createdAtBlock": 13792754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6535, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Basil of the Gnostics", "text": "Some do try to escape, but they inevitably get the chain. Yes, those chains I mentioned earlier, hanging under the Pearls belly, dragging across the abyss, vibrating through the current, reminding us of the horror that would occur if we were to disobey. Thousands and thousands of bodies left to drown and rot, attached to those tentacles of death and sorrow.\n\nThey do serve another purpose, Grog told me to never repeat, as I am not sure the guests would appreciate where all their delicious molluscs come from. See, turns out that rotting bodies are an excellent source of food and anchor for hundreds of species of clams, mussels and other sea delicacies, all served directly onto the plate of oblivious Landies.\n\nI guess thats the price to pay to have a self-sustainable floating city. For every marvelous, engineered innovation, you have a darker twin, hidden from most eyes. Anyone still awake before sunrise can head on the deck and see the hoist of the Collector, this giant contraption of nets, capturing moisture from the early mist. And for a brief moment, I wonder if after all the Pearl really is stunning with this giant white tree floating in the middle of nowhere.\n\nIm then reminded of its dark twin. Every time, every time you marvel at something, you learn of another horrific contraption. Grog told me about the source of their Milk. It is said to be imported from the finest the Milk guild can offer, but then strangely, you never see Canaanite debtors roaming on the Pearl. Somewhat, somewhere, these poor beasts are prisoners of their own chains, being milked until they die so that a Prince gets to taste a fine cheese before heading to my club.\n \nNo, this ends, tonight."}
{"id": "f126f350-4b59-44fc-b82e-97096de8519f-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:27:13.717", "backgroundColor": "#121424", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdt2bZY1aBxwDni9Et5HNt1TyU3jpwEYGK9mPGhMMhJQH", "txHash": "0xddcffc35cb5c7d2cfb1b73d6205e3360572463b41d26d4a65201a104392c93d1", "createdAtBlock": 13792754, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6535, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Basil of the Gnostics", "text": "No one has seen what the Baron looks like except for the Mind flayers, occasionally paying him a visit at the center of the ship. And Ive heard the rumors, about how he doesnt look like us, how he doesnt even talk like us. Arms as big as towers, a beak that could crush the biggest of galleons, an invincible beast of the abyss. Nonsense, that cant be, cant scare us with these stories. He must be like you and me, he must have a flaw.\n\nTonight, yes, tonight is the night.\n\nStorms are approaching, heavy storms. They wont have a choice, wont have a choice but to conjure the orb and submerge the whole thing into the darkness of the ocean void, with occasional luminous spectacles of this glowing plankton, unaware of how they falsely shine a veil of beauty on this vessel of misery.\nThis is when we strike, once everyone is too intoxicated by their own false happiness. Grog needs to know, he needs to have the stolen ingredients prepared for the feast, Ill send him my crow. As for me, Ive prepared too. Tonight theyll experience the most epic celebration of their lives ..a night they will remember, or will they?\n\n_I am Basil of the Gnostics, and weeeeelcooooome to a spectacle of optics, a night of might and magic!_"}
{"id": "1bec6af0-4b5c-4dd9-ba39-2dfa4e598559-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:25.615", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbmbsKbE9HtH4gfA76GeDcPWaEbJv7RQ24NUv9Gi3ddVK", "txHash": "0xee96c9909e0e358bd28a5dc5fc0d1b27545511087f1270510d012bb1b6334455", "createdAtBlock": 13825086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 331, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wraith Knight Judas of the Smell", "text": "# The Lore of Wraith Knight Judas of the Smell\n\n# I spent my life as the butt of every joke in my village. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't seem to fit in.  Constantly harrassed and abused, I sore that I would get revenge on those that wronged me. I would laugh at their funerals. \n\n# Jeldor's abuses were the worst of all. It started off as just name calling, then stealing my things, followed by fights. Finally Jeldor took things too far when he killed my dog. NOW I AM BACK! AND STRONGER THAN EVER BEFORE! I WILL DESTROY THIS PESKY VILLAGE AND KILL ALL THOSE WHO WRONGED ME! \n\n# All except Jeldor, of course, I will leave him alive and force him to watch as I destroy everything he loves. Those fools will wish they had never bothered little ol' Judas! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"}
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{"id": "e8f99b6d-199b-4669-bcf4-95c56e9edafa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:05.116", "backgroundColor": "#50b0ce", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZrrMzW3RK2zVP1Dv7TUsxV3GoPHx3nQRj9Ajn6kTU1e4", "txHash": "0x3f948c1efea1b4b74f9485e303f31911df3340ff0b18561e111541aa421a42f8", "createdAtBlock": 13806306, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6080, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Aleister of the Rock", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Aleister of the Rock\n\nOnce there was a wizard whose life was like a mountain and he was like a mountain climber. When he started his journey he knew that he has to reach the top but many times he chooses the wrong mountain to climb and compete with others. He was unaware that everyone has a different mountain to climb. He has to adjust with the mountain as the mountain won't adjust with him. Finally, he found the mountain which was built only for him. His aim to reach the peak was freedom and the journey to the peak was happiness. There were a lot of ups and downs. He started to climb but failed again and again but he didn't change his aim, he only changed his way. The system he followed every day to reach that point was his vehicle. He learned to leverage technology to reach the peak and it was the accelerator of his vehicle.  The purpose to reach that peak and curiosity to learn was the fuel of his vehicle. When he reached there he made his wizard community proud."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "# The Lore of Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach\n\n**THE SCREEN IS BLACK.**\n \n                        VOICE (O.S.)\n            Wounded on the river\n\n            The water and the blood\n\n            And I'm dying with the thirst\n\n            But will never give up\n\n**EXT. MOUNTAIN RIVER - DAY**\n\nAn eccentric mountain man with tan skin and a bushy black beard that contrasts with his bright white polar bear hood proudly wears a huge gold belt buckle.\n\nThis is SCRYER RODOLFO OF THE REACH who appears to be dancing with a mug of ale that is splashing amber liquid everywhere.\n\nOn closer inspection, we see that he is talking to an unusually huge, grape-colored crackerjack crow thats the size of a large mountain goat. Hes named her\n\n                        RODOLFO\n             Come on Chatty Lilac! I know you can hear me. \n             I just need you to give me a sign.\n\n                        CHATTY LILAC\n             Squak, bop, squawk, pop!\n\nRodolfos shoulders sink and he shakes his head in disappointment.\n\nWe see that Rodolfo has an arrow sunken into his right leg. He pours ale from his mug onto his wound in an attempt to sanitize it. Then he reaches down with his large hands with lanky fingers to yank the arrow out.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n             Im done searching for the cure if this is all for nothing.\n             Are you nothing? Am I losing my mind? 10 years of this.\n             I cant keep going.\n\nChatty Lilac hops forward on the ground, stops, and tilts her head to the side.\n\nRodolfo gives the crackerjack crow a blank stare and slowly his eyes well up in tears."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "He yanks the arrow out of his leg. BLOOD GUSHES OUT like a carnival water balloon popping on his leg.\n\nRodolfo lets out a scream that sounds like a monstrous bear. His painful voice echoes among the mountains of The Reach.\n\nHe lifts up his mug of ale that strangely appears to always be full and brings it to his lips.\n\nThen Chatty Lilac flies towards him and charges right into his face, preventing Rodolfo from taking a sip.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n             Was that a sign? Or are you just being a river pest?\n\nThe crackerjack crow soars towards the clouds and does a loop, then twirls into a forward summersault.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n            Im done with this crackerjack crow and her games.\n\nChatty Lilac dives back down towards Rodolfos head once again.\n\nRodolfo pumps his chest forward and tilts his head to the heavens.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n             (chants)\n             The mystic spirits of The Wild\n\n             The power of the Polar Bear\n\n             Collector of Souls in a pile\n\n             Accept prayers from the Scryer\n\nChatty Lilac spreads her wings as she barrels through the sky to slow down.\n\nRodolfos tan face turns chalk white.\n\nFur emerges from the spores on his face.\n\nThe nasty BLOODY WOUND on Rodolfos leg seals itself shut and white fur spreads over it.  \n\nRodolfos head has shapeshifted into a POLAR BEAR!\n\n                        CHATTY LILAC\n             (unhinged)\n             Squawk. Squawk, Squawk, Squawk!\n\nRodolfo the Polar Bear smashes the mug of ale into the side of his mouth and the magical amber liquid pours down his throat rapidly mirroring the wild waterfalls of The Reach."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "Chatty Lilac attacks Rodolfo with her razor-sharp talons.\n\nRodolfo flicks his mug of ale at the crackerjack crow to drench Chatty Lilac with his magic amber liquid.\n\nThe crackerjack crow spirals to the ground and lands squarely on its feet.\n\nChatty Lilac ruffles her feathers, but cant get the ale off her body. She stumbles forward and plops down into a puddle of amber liquid spilled from Rodolfos mug.\n\n                        RODOLFO (THE POLAR BEAR)\n             (loud bear voice)\n             My dear Chatty Lilac, what have I done?\n\nChatty Lilac is lying on her back in the puddle with her tiny legs in the air.\n\nDrowning in ale, she goes into a trance.\n\nWHOOSH!\n\n\n**EXT. SUNNY GREEN OPEN FIELD - FLASHBACK DAY**\n\nPURPLE LILACS are abundant in the field. We see a couple rolling on the ground laughing.\n\nThey stop tumbling to lay next to each other and look at the clouds.\n\nRodolfo is 10 years younger without his bushy black beard and white polar bear hood.\n\nNext to him, is a delicate woman with peach skin and wispy reddish-brown hair. Shes wearing a blue skin-tight bodysuit with an orange hip pouch. This is ENCHANTER ARTIS OF THE WOLD.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              Can the Enchanter handle a new magic trick?\n\n                        ARTIS\n              Can the Scryer hold his liquor?\n\nRodolfo sits up and hovers over Artis.\n\nArtis props herself up too. The golden sunlight illuminates her reddish-brown hair and it now appears PURPLE. \n\nRodolfo is mesmerized by the Enchanter."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "Rodolfo is mesmerized by the Enchanter.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (chants)\n              The mystic spirits of The Wild\n\n              The power of the Mug of Ale\n\n              Collector of Souls in a pile\n\n              Accept prayers from the Scryer\n\nWHOOSH!\n\nA mystical Mug of Ale now swings in Rodolfos fist.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (nervous)\n              I cant think straight when Im with you.\n              Time slows down and all my thoughts\n              leave my head to float into the clouds.\n\nArtis chuckles.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              I can tell youve been practicing that speech\n              for a while, my love.\n              (pause)\n              But Im dazzled by the pictures you paint\n              with words.\n\nRodolfo cracks a smile as big as a canyon.\n\nHe proceeds to take a huge gulp of ale from his magic mug.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              Time speeds up when Im with you,\n              never a dull moment. Surprise me!\n\nAfter pouring down a hefty amount of ale, Rodolfo lets out a monstrous exhale that appears to rustle nearby leaves.\n\nHe takes a deep breath.\n\nCloses his eyes.\n\nHis heart pumps.\n\nTHUMP, THUMP, THUMP.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (nervous)\n              The magical spirits of The Wizzy Wild\n\n              The pictures painted by the Polar Bear\n\n              Collector of Prayers in a peculiar pile\n\n              Accept wishes from the Super Scryer\n\nArtis straightens up in anticipation of what comes next.\n \nNothing happens.\n\nRodolfo and Artis have an awkward silence.\n\nHer purple sunlit hair blows in the wind and seems to emit MUSICAL SOUNDS like the strings of a harp."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "Embarrassed, Rodolfo completely flips the mug of ale upside down to sink amber liquid down his throat.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              (smiling)\n              Maybe you should take a break, my dear.\n              Set the mug of ale down and be with me\n              right here, right now.\n\nRodolfo is clearly frustrated.\n\nArtis lifts both of her hands up and connects her top fingers together as well as her bottom thumbs to form a HEART SHAPE.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              No magic, just chemistry.\n\nRodolfos brow crunches, his eyes widen, and he opens his mouth as if he were possessed by the spirit of a lion.\n\nHis mug is mysteriously FILLED WITH ALE once again.\n\nRodolfo doesnt hesitate to violently devour the magic liquid. \n\n                        RODOLFO\n                (to himself)\n                No, no, no, that wasnt it. I embellished\n\n                the spell with a few extra words to impress\n\n                my dear Enchantress.  \n\nRodolfos body wavers on the grassy field appearing in sync with the many lilacs blowing in the wind.\n\nHe is clearly drunk, but his EYES EMIT AN UNNATURAL GLOW.\n\nLegend has it in the Forgotten Runes, that the more power a wizard uses it results in them losing their minds. And as a consequence, they also lose control over their amplified powers.\n\nArtis's hair becomes ELECTRIFIED. It grows fuller and appears to come alive.\n\nShe jumps to her feet and is clearly uncomfortable. \n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (slurred speech)\n              The mystic spirits of The Wild\n\n                        ARTIS\n              (angry)\n              Stop it!\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (slurred speech)\n              The power of the Shapeshifter of Souls"}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "Artis bolts forward towards Rodolfo who is intoxicated with mystical ale and unwieldy magical powers.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              (interrupts)\n              Stop it now, Rodolfo!\n\nHe stops.\n\nRodolfos legs stiffen and the top of his body leans forward as if he were an ancient tree swaying the wind.\n\nHis eyes are glowing.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (drunk)\n              No, you stop!\n\nWith his free hand, he rubs his glowing eyes.\n\nEverything is a BLUR to him now. He cant see clearly.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (to himself)\n              My vision is strange. I must be dying of thirst.\n\nHe gazes at his mug of ale trying to bring it into focus.\n\n                        ARTIS\n              Just stop it right now, Rodolfo.\n\nShe grabs Rodolofos face with both of her hands to try and shake him free from his altered state.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              You sound like you sound like a crackerjack crow.\n              (mocking)\n              Just stop it! Just stop it!\n\nArtis slaps him across the face with an open hand creating a sound that cracks the wind.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              (altered state)\n              The mystic spirits of The Wild\n              The power of the Shapeshifter of Souls\n              Banish this voice in my head\n              This crackerjack crow\n\nBOOM!\n\nA burst of SUPERNATURAL ENERGY engulfs both Rodolfo and Artis and they levitate for a brief moment.\n\nRodolfos mind is now as clear as the crystal Rivers of the Reach.\n\nArtis's face is frozen in shock as her body pulsates within the ball of energy that has trapped them in the air.\n\nThe supernatural energy bursts like a soapy bubble popping in the sky."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "The supernatural energy bursts like a soapy bubble popping in the sky.\n\nRodolfo falls to the ground with a thunderous drop and BLACKS OUT.\n\n\n**EXT. MOUNTAIN RIVER - PRESENT DAY**\n\nRodolfo is back to normal and is no longer a Shapeshifted Polar Bear.\n\nHe is leaning over Chatty Lilac, his crackerjack crow, with its tiny legs in the air and feathers drenched in magic ale.  \n\n                        RODOLFO\n              My dear Chatty Lilac, what have I done?\n\nThe crackerjack crow BLINKS.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              Chatty, Chatty Lilac. Oh, how I miss our conversations.\n\nHe reaches down to pick up his crackerjack crow.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              Chatty, chatty chatty.\n\nRodolfo shakes his saddened head and directs his gaze to the heavens in disgust.\n\nThen he focuses his attention back on his delicate crackerjack crow.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              Chatty, chatty enchanter.\n\nHe lifts his crackerjack crow to his face to peer into its eyes that glisten like lavender diamonds.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              I just need any kind of sign\n              Please tell me to stay alive\n              Are you in this little body my love?\n              Enchanter Artis of the Wold\n\nA beam of sunlight on the crackerjack crows body lights up her purple feathers.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              I need you to say something.\n\nThe crackerjack crow remains silent.\n\nRodolfo lifts up the mystical mug of ale in the air.\n\n                        CHATTY LILAC\n              Squawk!\n\nDowntrodden, Rodolfos trembling hand brings the mystical mug of ale directly to his cracked lips."}
{"id": "c5012816-09c9-4529-8017-b82502bbb92c-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:06.947", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPfMhSUnMqt64i2eLXQGzBwrofo7ucWwRwG5eV3Wko2cB", "txHash": "0x10d9ac6d5566de1a03eaf20f23816bbc60a5595d30caee7fc48f46131dc23e49", "createdAtBlock": 13811731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9058, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Rodolfo of the Reach", "text": "CHATTY LILAC\n              Stop!\n\nRodolfo freezes in place.\n\nThe mountain winds whistle.\n\nThe lilacs on the field dance with the breeze.\n\nRodolfo releases the mystical mug of ale from his fist and it drops to the ground.\n\nCLUNK.\n\nChatty Lilac flies into the sky and does a few loops.\n\nFor the first time, Rodolfo sees something new. Hes watched his crackerjack crow maneuver in a peculiar pattern for years.\n\nThe crackerjack crow soars towards the clouds and does a loop, then twirls into a forward summersault, before diving back down.\n\nChatty Lilac has flown into a HEART PATTERN in the Forgotten Runes sky.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n              Oh. My my my. The Mystic Spirits of the Wild.\n\nThe crackerjack crow drifts toward Rodolfo and gently lands on his right shoulder.\n\n                        CHATTY LILAC\n              Squawk!\n\nRodolfos shoulders sink in disappointment.\n\nWas he hearing things?\n\nHe looks at her with eyes loaded with eternal thoughts.\n\nThen begins to stumble forward with the sun pulsating on his tan skin.\n\nRodolfo turns to look at his crackerjack crow still perched on his shoulder waiting for her to speak.\n\nSilence.\n\nTEARS TRICKLE down his beaten face and cracked lips.\n\n                        RODOLFO\n\n             (whispers)\n             Wounded on the river\n\n             The water and the blood\n\n             And I'm dying with the thirst\n\n             But will never give up\n\nFADE TO BLACK."}
{"id": "d1713447-5b3f-4720-bbdb-8a0324da428a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:07.769", "backgroundColor": "#dee1b9", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeSzYVPw5oWPtpvscaYpmszMHavEApFwKeqb3V1HCJkyr", "txHash": "0xcb5733b49854656e1eea6b57ee4d1351161901419bd7ca9709f2dc631f02c5c4", "createdAtBlock": 13811962, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1225, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQ72wtDWeqxay7ARTMLK2SAKqQ9jcLmbWvUR9jqpMf4UN", "name": "Void Disciple Zane of Xanadu", "text": "# Void Disciple Zane of Xanadu & The Sealed Tear\n\nRaised by the Toy Maker in the dark art of dimensional tearing, Zane was destined to be one of the most feared wizards in history. One day he created a tear into another dimension and was exposed to incomprehensible power. The tear quickly closed but an image from the other side - shown below - was burned into his mind. He has made it is his goal to return to that dimension and take the power he witnessed for himself ever since. \n\n\"A symbol of The Sun? Maybe a message? The Sacred Flame may be the answer, and give me the power needed to reopen that tear. I will finally take what is mine!\""}
{"id": "4acb50a1-f1ab-4551-921d-9523d4663af2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:08.468", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWThL845zUcEHzgcGBZaV4rykTXX1x9cWZkzAMWh2i33F", "txHash": "0x5c6293897950bd17aa2b3cb7c7352b659d8e1f7d9fad8859620a30c596cf630b", "createdAtBlock": 13812398, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1267, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Ilyas of the Swell", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Ilyas of the Swell\n\nLost I was within the ocean swells that near-capsized me. I began to pray that if I passed alive through soaking hell I wold serve the greater good for all my days; think not of pleasure or profit. When the storm spit me onto the shore, I wept with thanks and walked into a tavern to get warm. A mug of ale, a hearth with embers, lost in thought. A fire is more than opposite of water. It creates new life. The whole world is a lonely shore, like water, coursing through trickles and spates. To burn, to toil and spin my tale. Pondering whether to throw myself into the sacred flame."}
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{"id": "ac825c50-5d23-445d-824d-28da75cd57ef-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:09.177", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbYu6r8AEN4MZgGkxkkLHMsfa7JhnRJ7mUcpvrGQLuP71", "txHash": "0x38550ab3d1c3434aa31f9220f068f46d51ca800f6a8e6887be68a93fb8ab0f50", "createdAtBlock": 13812467, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4273, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Jean Leon of the Tower", "text": "# Jean Leon: Trader of Souls\n\nAll his life, all that Jean Leon knew was the Secret Tower. Jean Leon's very first memory was when he found Misty, his feline familiar waking him from the hazziness of hunger and feeding him a dead rat. From that point onwards it was always Jean Leon and Misty against the world. \n\nGrowing up, Jean Leon mostly kept to himself and stayed away from the other Secret Tower orphans. He traded and he stole to survive same as everyone but he always knew how to make a profit. By the age of 16, Jean Leon traded his way up and bought his first cellar in the Tower. While Jean Leon reveled in his accomplishment, Misty was growing weaker throughout the years.\n\nIn an effort to seek remedy for Misty, Jean Leon decides to scower the Tower and find a cure for Misty. One shoul never underestimate the secrets hiding within the Tower, for the Tower has endless corridors and endless secrets. \n\nOn the night of the 13th moon, Jean Leon uncovers a skull mask from an dungeon. On the mask, he find this inscrbition:\n\n\" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \"\n\n   A drop of blood for a window into the soul\n\n\" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \" \"\n\n\"Blood?\" Jean Leon thought, \"my blood?\". In his mind Jean Leon knew, the mask needed his blood to unlock its secrets. Something deep within him knew, he needed to do this to save Misty."}
{"id": "ac825c50-5d23-445d-824d-28da75cd57ef-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:09.177", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbYu6r8AEN4MZgGkxkkLHMsfa7JhnRJ7mUcpvrGQLuP71", "txHash": "0x38550ab3d1c3434aa31f9220f068f46d51ca800f6a8e6887be68a93fb8ab0f50", "createdAtBlock": 13812467, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4273, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Jean Leon of the Tower", "text": "Jean Leon slowly put on the mask, but nothing happens. He grabbed his pocket knife and sliced his right cheek. With blood flowing down his face, the mask quickly reacted. In an instant, the mask flew to Jean Leon's face and enveloped his skull, digging deep into his brain. For a moment, Jean Leon saw the sky beyond the Tower, something he thought he would never see. When Jean Leon regains conciousness, he finds Misty on the ground, lifeless. Beside misty's gray fur, a white familiar resembling Misty's movements flowed and twirled in the air. Jean Leon immediately recognized his lifelong friend. The mask has granted Jean Leon sight, sight to the World of Souls."}
{"id": "801852ef-a805-4200-bee9-d5c480d3aada-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:10.414", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU2TA7EsL48e4sKxcHDXc1ojHtBkTLCq6JxNibVhifX3Q", "txHash": "0x1784a43d009ff41fffb00366fb529c45572ad93690a9e73a2fd5b8eae639124c", "createdAtBlock": 13812514, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3475, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Buttons of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Buttons of the Bastion\n\nOne cannot fight evil badly dressed, you know. A well-cut waistcoat, oxblood broques are standard. For a battle, it is best to come prepared. The calumnies of rogues say all adventurers, uncouth, unclean, unmannered, often fail. I disagree most heartily. My frog knows what I mean - triumphant justice is so dear to me that I have studied fire, and what it means to be consumed by flames. What if death is merely change and your burn transforms you to something pure and clean and magnifies your strength? I know not the answer until I pass through the sacred flame. If that is to become my fate, I will discover what it means to offer my soul."}
{"id": "01fd027e-bdc9-47a7-882b-145742e54194-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:12.728", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ2JZNLPSJziKWsDTsMSERANpFPhXXNPMwYnFkDaDPrLH", "txHash": "0x6780700fc089b25acc4befcabe2e0f7fa018d217257fc5301ee26fea8af257e6", "createdAtBlock": 13812559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5627, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Milo of the Capital", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Milo of the Capital\n\nMilo was born to hardworking farmers who lived and worked their farm just outside the Infinity Veil. Life on the farm was difficult and tedious for Milo as he wanted to study magic from an early age. His parents had told him to never, ever enter the Veil and being a good child he tried his best to follow their directive. One day when he was about 9 he accidentally ventured across the veil border and discovered he suddenly had magical powers! This led to a secret obsession with spending time within the Veil's mysterious boundaries.\n\n  Milo's adventures within the Infinity Veil lasted for quite some time unbeknownst to his parents. Then on the day he turned 16 there came a knock on the door of the farmhouse. It seemed that his forays had not gone unnoticed by the keepers of the flame in Red Wizard's Capital. The Archmage had decided Milo was ready for further instruction in the art of magic. His parents were sad to see him go, but they knew it would be impossible to ask him to stay on the farm. Milo couldn't contain himself and accidentally set a hedge of Juniper on fire when he heard the news.\n\n  At the capital his talents were honed and his abilities tested. He spent 25 years studying both the light and dark arts. During his academic studies he discovered a new magical art he called \"Infusion Magic\". He would start the spell with a single drop of alchemical material and weave the magic around it. Then when it was fully charged he would put the single drop into a vessel and channel the built up magical energy to immense effect. This monumental achievement earned him the title of \"Archmagus Milo of the Capital\"."}
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{"id": "12ae413e-9e01-42b4-b272-7c720c72ecd1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:13.594", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdUFk1pdF1dZ1J4H38bi8zh8TquFawsBzTGqcPQ5g87Bw", "txHash": "0xd75594162e2b77840bbc07ff11b7479c695ee41c49df06787cab0bd5d6952b45", "createdAtBlock": 13813028, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7480, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Azahl of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Azahl of the Plains\n\nArchmagus Azahl of the Plains, the Brown Hat wizard, is a student of ancient Azahls whose extensive knowledge in the arcane sciences are the envy of even the most powerful magicalists. This talent combined with his loyalty to the Azahl clan has made him a humble, powerful wizard. Yet he is a simple man and loves his clan, his family, and his little brother. His only other weakness is his tendency to get lost in the woods while daydreaming.\n\nThrough the years, Azahls across the world have continued to hone their skills. In every castle and town in every part of the world, an Azahl has taken up his or her post, representing the people and keeping them safe.\n\n# Back Story:\n\nArchmagus Azahl has spent most of his life learning the arcane arts. Since the day he was born, hes dedicated his life to helping people , no matter the personal cost to him.\n\nAt a young age, Archmagus Azahl trained to become an apprentice of the mysterious Azahl known as the Dancing Turtle. For more than fifteen years, the Dancing Turtle has taught him the arcane arts, guiding him to understand the importance of protecting his people.\n\nUpon mastering the mystical arts, his first mission was to leave his small town in the Hedge Wizard Wood and find his way to the Psychic Leap. When he arrived he found that a mysterious force had damaged the Psychic Leap, creating a rift in the cosmos. Azahl quickly realized that the rift was growing larger and larger by the day, and if it was not stopped it would threaten all the land."}
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{"id": "7b89bc79-653a-424e-a75e-b769124d1d2b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:14.294", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfSgPfMfqPVAASfh5QrUrFKhu93o6BgBU2JeRGrnY1jQm", "txHash": "0xc3209020a0a1c25231643061ce90932f9e693eca9156fa008865f02a870f0864", "createdAtBlock": 13813051, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 608, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Adium of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Adium of the Cosmos\n\nPoiso i as poo es: a p\ncn enrvat th spirit, prlong out\n\nHurried letters slide off the page,\na thousand penstrokes belie master\nsage.\n\nd o weep dus fm yes, embldn th.\nTre, nd the hrb lows, vntlly ss\n\nwith agents mixed with callous greed,\njourney heedless astride a wild steed.\n\nwiout the tiote. A mgt ol\ncncced ith albic nd retort\n\nthe plan was wrong, he did not survive,\nno effort of Adium's could contrive\n\nso lwly, careful. Poso s spr\nt wickedes. Th sorm s a fl\n\na negation of this evil miasma,\nno collecting of wise diaspora\n\nwo uns elong to batte. Blad nd sield\nn rmr ony do so mch agaist\n greer foe. ad pk no  fence\n\nno ally would touch such sordid aura\nno sage would negate the alive part of\n\nan nle ld spil barren  te fd\nr mdness. Dop in we, nd un awy,\nth alchmist suvivs othr ay.\n\na wicked spectre, unfettered by bone.\nThe alchemist's apprentice was alone."}
{"id": "db387f8c-0cef-4f3a-ab93-db6d68a4adb2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:15.012", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQSyrgN4dwb4vqwCzdo7NfKgydXGMSyGxqPDJLD5YgQv9", "txHash": "0x65fc92c6c5fea7ea3be68aeb4ce00aad54734b276ff93631e4d4aca24ee2daf5", "createdAtBlock": 13813309, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6497, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Zelroth of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of  Zelroth of the Valley\n\nZelroth of the Valley did not wish for the notoriety he achieved, it was thrust upon him at birth, warred with as a youth, accepted as an adult and tuned to devastating results as a master. All throughout the valley, the children's songs tell of the soul eater and his amphibious companion, but few know the truth behind the tale:\n\n_What's that tickle in the night?_\n\n_Don't wake, don't wake because with sight_\n\n_Zelroth will steal your pure, young soul_\n\n_So shut your eyes and sleep tonight._\n\nZelroth was born to a young maiden of the Valley, unattached and self-sufficient. Zelroth's mother was beautiful but aloof and spurning of the Valley men's affections. When the maiden fell pregnant, the Valley chattered with confusion and her many suitors wondered who had won her prized affections.\n\nA perfectly happy baby, loved by his mother, Zelroth was tenderly raised and schooled from a young age. As a boy, he was a tenacious, boisterous Valley lad --- a trickster at school but kind and loyal to his friends. \n\nZelroth lived a quiet, normal life with his mother until the winter afternoon in his twelfth year, when he discovered the truth behind his parentage."}
{"id": "db387f8c-0cef-4f3a-ab93-db6d68a4adb2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:15.012", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQSyrgN4dwb4vqwCzdo7NfKgydXGMSyGxqPDJLD5YgQv9", "txHash": "0x65fc92c6c5fea7ea3be68aeb4ce00aad54734b276ff93631e4d4aca24ee2daf5", "createdAtBlock": 13813309, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6497, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Zelroth of the Valley", "text": "On this day, returning home in the evening through the Valley's outskirt streets in the first snow, Zelroth heard a hoarse croak and saw a flash of flame disappear behind two trees. As he drew closer, he heard louder croaks and grew concerned for frogs seemed out of place this time of year. Peering to track the source of the sound, he came face with a blood red amphibian, twice the size of any frog he'd ever encountered. Zelroth locked eyes with the frog and immediately felt a tug from within, almost as if his insides were being pulled from his body and toward the creature causing an excruciating and immobilizing pain. But as soon as it seemed to start, the feeling subsided and he felt in his mind's eye a voice;\n\n_\"It is I, Zelroth, your father. Long have I waited for this day to come! Do not be frightened by my appearance, this is only the current vehicle for my personage. Now that you have come of age, I am appearing to you to collect your mother's promise to me.\"_\n\nZelroth stirred in the connection, feeling a tremor down his spine. The voice was present and calm, its focus unwavering.\n\n_\"Death, as I am known, is inevitable. As your mother begged to stave me off until she could raise a child of her own, I relented. On the condition you be returned to me in your twelfth year. You see, I need agents of my making to pursue the collection of pure souls --- wizards who can track the finest souls and capture them for my kingdom before they are snatched up by my rivals in the heavens.\"_\n\nZelroth, the youth that he was, quaked with fear in this discovery and hated his mother for not revealing the truth. With all his strength, he mustered;"}
{"id": "db387f8c-0cef-4f3a-ab93-db6d68a4adb2-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:15.012", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQSyrgN4dwb4vqwCzdo7NfKgydXGMSyGxqPDJLD5YgQv9", "txHash": "0x65fc92c6c5fea7ea3be68aeb4ce00aad54734b276ff93631e4d4aca24ee2daf5", "createdAtBlock": 13813309, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6497, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Zelroth of the Valley", "text": "_\"But I am just a simple boy of the Valley, not a wizard. Please release me from this horrible fate!\"_\n\nThe frog replied; \\_\"It is too late, you are promised to me and I shall accompany you throughout your days, collecting pure souls who feast their eyes upon me in the night. You were never born a normal boy, you are a Wizard, Zelroth. Your powers shall be known to the world and you will be feared for the devastation they bring.\"\\_\n\nThe frog's maniacal laughter rang through his brain and Zelroth fell back powerless in the fresh snow, into a cold, dark sleep.\n\nAs the stories tell, Zelroth began his training with Death --- equal years in number to his life thus far. He developed his powers to rip the souls from the most pure, feeding them in turn to his constant companion, a blood red frog.\n\nFrom his 24th year onward, Zelroth has roamed the Valley, haunted its streets like a tickling wind, waiting until the darkest hour of night for a soul to wake. And when the restless sleeper opens their eyes, unsuspecting of Zelroth's presence, his dark powers harness and tear the soul from the living to the dead.\n\nThe Valley has been Zelroth's these last hundred years and as the children's songs foretell, death swiftly comes to those who are pure of heart who enter here."}
{"id": "719b34e6-9614-42a6-8e1b-1c4ca4e1f1c5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:11.208", "backgroundColor": "#efeaea", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYxioKchdoqT4UD7poS9UpY1Ztq71u16pYdifpBi4y5V", "txHash": "0x9e193c7c615549cef7b47d1bd0ade96e67b25616838ab9c22dcd0153b0f0965d", "createdAtBlock": 13832297, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "# The Lore of Mystic Milton of Atlantis\n\nI\n\n**Shadows of the deep earth.**\n\nStanding among the trees Milton could feel the dusk damp rising from the forest floor. The shadowed branches seemed to draw closer, finger-like, as the darkness quickened. With a silent command the staff in his hand begun to glow with a golden light, casting a soft sphere of illumination around him as he continued deeper into the woods.\n\nHe made his way past raising mounds and through the thickening wood following his path with surety, yet it was a path not at all visible to man or beast. Rain flashed crystalline against the light of his staff as he emerged into a clearing scattered with large stones that stood, seemingly alert, in the hushed space.\n\nMilton approached a stone near to the centre of the clearing and placed his hand against the rain-slicked surface. At first cold and wet to the touch Milton could soon feel a subtle warmth seep from the stone across his palm. A steady thrum began to issue from the central stone and Milton perceived an aspect of wisdom to this emanation, an appeal to an older, inner life.\n\nTaking a small shard of milkstone from his cloak Milton quickly traced a few lines on the stone's surface, a downward facing triangle with a thick band across the middle section.\n\nThe humming of the stone which had filled the clearing abruptly ceased. Milton stepped back and waited expectantly. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the surface of the stone began to shimmer. Milton raised his staff to the stone, the staff's light seemed to pass through the stone itself and illuminate a series of rough hewn stone steps that descended steeply into the earth itself.\n\n_'So it is true'_ Milton thought to himself as he tugged the brim of his hat and started down the dark stone stairs.\n\n                                                                     \\*\\*\\*"}
{"id": "719b34e6-9614-42a6-8e1b-1c4ca4e1f1c5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:11.208", "backgroundColor": "#efeaea", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYxioKchdoqT4UD7poS9UpY1Ztq71u16pYdifpBi4y5V", "txHash": "0x9e193c7c615549cef7b47d1bd0ade96e67b25616838ab9c22dcd0153b0f0965d", "createdAtBlock": 13832297, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "\\*\\*\\*\n\nThe beast had lingered here, under earth, longer than its own mind could even contain. Once a creature of the forest, of riverbank and sky, it had been leeched of life and light here, as darkness enfolded upon darkness in a forgotten place of the world. And so darkness became its sustenance, its succour. \n\nThe beast lumbered these caverns, stalking between pillars of black rock, becoming attuned to the depth of the earth. Yet now after time unaccounted a light came into the beast's realm, to offend and harm. At first recoiling from this illuminated intruder the beast kept its distance, avoiding the golden glow as it moved slowly through the cavern. But a hatred was quickly mounting within the beast, the light was searing and brought pain. The beast had shifted behind the sphere of light, treading near upon the edge of the dark and its only thoughts now were of violence against that light and a return to the comfort of unperturbed darkness.\n\n                                                                      \\*\\*\\*                                   \n\nMilton felt a shift in the darkness behind him, a slight vibration and suck of air. Turning, he raised his staff just as a black form lurched from the darkness and slammed against him with an animal-like scream, knocking him off his feet. \n\nLying on his back Milton quickly extended his staff and gave a loud command. A pulse of intense light blazed through the cavern, briefly illuminating the earthen upper surface and rock pillars in a harsh white light. Another scream rung out and the sounds of desperate scrapping and digging echoed around the cavern."}
{"id": "719b34e6-9614-42a6-8e1b-1c4ca4e1f1c5-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:11.208", "backgroundColor": "#efeaea", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQYxioKchdoqT4UD7poS9UpY1Ztq71u16pYdifpBi4y5V", "txHash": "0x9e193c7c615549cef7b47d1bd0ade96e67b25616838ab9c22dcd0153b0f0965d", "createdAtBlock": 13832297, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "Milton heaved to his feet with a grunt, he fumbled a pouch on his belt and drew out a handful of powder which he threw in the air around him. The powder hung, suspended, silvery in the air and filled the cavern with a feeble light. Steadying himself with a rough pillar behind his back, Milton peered into the half lighted depths of the cavern. He could hear a slow determined scraping sound that seemed to be approaching from directly ahead. \n\nFrom his cloak Milton drew a small clear crystal and held it in his palm. He stared at it intensely as if quickly trying to solve some arcane riddle or equation. With a flick of his wrist Milton sent the crystal flying out in front of him into the depths of the cavern, where it burst into a twisting vortex of fiery white energy. \n\nThere came an agonising wail as Milton saw a jagged black shape thrashing and fighting against the flaming current of the spinning vortex. Screams filled the cavern and resounded in the depths, as the dark creature struggled against the turbulent enveloping light. Milton deftly traced a pattern of lines in the air and in an instant the vortex folded in upon itself, dragging the writhing dark shape into a single point of white light, which promptly blinked out. \n\nWith a soft clink the crystal dropped to the stone floor. Milton warily advanced to retrieve it. The crystal - once clear and bright - now seemed dimmed by a black mist that swirled slowly and constantly within it.\n\nMilton grasped the crystal and placed it gingerly within the folds of his cloak. Standing in the silvery light between pillars of dark rock Milton dusted off his trousers and adjusted his wide brimmed hat.\n\n_The First_ He thought to himself with a sense of grim satisfaction."}
{"id": "f2ed048b-a2c7-435c-a66f-429a7edcc62e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.883", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWVVqdpMGvjADEuyCNcBbSe2gPzqNhVucdvQVubsXQoKe", "txHash": "0x975852733aafd950a37c1a2f2570b3079d1768e9e7facd0f35e40621a96c14c3", "createdAtBlock": 13846267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7544, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Hind of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Sage Hind of the Brambles\n\nSage Hind of the Brambles was not always his name, he used to be a man like you or me. Growing up in the fine city of The Blue Wizards Bastion he lived a fairly normal life indescimante from any other, but he knew he had a calling beyod any ordinary man. Always intrigued by the Fey that was only a hop and skip away, it always encapsulated his mind and what wonders it lay. Tired of the city bustle, one day he took the leap of faith that is needed by all to find one's true self. He left the safety of the town that used to be his home. All he brought with him was his sleeping bag, one weeks worth of food, and a trusty ruby trinket that his father had given him. He was off to explore the Fey that had called to him all this time.\n\nWith his expidition away, it wasn't what he was expecting. He found out that mother nature can be a cruel and unforgiving mistress, but he endured through it all knowing that this was where he was supposed to be. On one of his days of travel he felt something...something calling him stronger than ever before. As he waded through the thick branches and bushes of the Fey feeling the aura grow stronger within him, he stumbled upon a rock. The rock had a strange rune and an even stanger glow emminnating from it. As he approched closer he knew that this is what had been calling him all this time. As he approched closer and closer to the strange rune it grew brighter and brighter and then a flash. The glow dimmed from the rock and grew on his ruby trinket. Whatever power it held it had been transmuted to his ruby. He then picked up the closest stick and put the ruby on display at the very top."}
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{"id": "2cdefdc0-0397-4170-9225-d7f892a71406-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:16.513", "backgroundColor": "#463054", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaGqRk45BnPFHRaNYMWp12iVj1vofw52hfrNy6mNeTw4J", "txHash": "0x2dc15891dab4433fb54059acf63cef1760d5d89636d17c4f552bdd577baff3d2", "createdAtBlock": 13813993, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2635, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Chaos Mage Giuseppe of El Dorado", "text": "# The Lore of Chaos Mage Giuseppe of El Dorado\n\nGiuseppe lived in a land forgotten. What once was a thriving society built on a mountainside that towers at the far reaches of the Sands, is now a small withered shanty town with a few hopeful miners still wishing to strike big. A town that was brimming so full with golden ore it was simply called El Dorado. When first discovered, the hillsides were so abundant in gold that it attracted nomads, knights, and even high wizards from as far as the Alchemists Archipelago. But word caught on too quickly and soon enough the gold started to deplete. Along with the Sands growing each year and the desert encompassing more and more of the foothills. El Dorado eventually became a faint memory; Too far off the map to even think twice about.\n\nGiuseppe didn't mind though. He was born in El Dorado and the farthest hes traveled has only been to Zaros Oasis. As far as he was concerned, it beat the empty desert. His parents migrated to El Dorado while his mother was still pregnant. Hoping to create a better life for their future family. They made it to the City with only years to spare before the gold would be gone for good. Giuseppe remembers a fair childhood but each year getting harder than the last. Each year having less gold to sell. Now there just wasn't any gold left to mine. His parents cant even afford the provisions to make it back through the Sands. They keep digging though, still hopeful."}
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{"id": "2cdefdc0-0397-4170-9225-d7f892a71406-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:16.513", "backgroundColor": "#463054", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaGqRk45BnPFHRaNYMWp12iVj1vofw52hfrNy6mNeTw4J", "txHash": "0x2dc15891dab4433fb54059acf63cef1760d5d89636d17c4f552bdd577baff3d2", "createdAtBlock": 13813993, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2635, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Chaos Mage Giuseppe of El Dorado", "text": "One day, after a simple grift, Giussepe was heading home. He had just used his winnings to pick up food for his family and was fairly on edge. He couldn't shake off the feeling someone was following him. Pretty worried that someone he duped was catching on to him, he decided to keep his mask on to protect his identity. He also took an alternate route home because he was afraid he would bring harm to his parents for his own misdoing. Right when he felt that no one could possibly still be following him he stumbled onto a scrawny stray white cat. It seemed to have come out of nowhere.. Have you been the one following me this whole time? he said to the cat. It just looked back at him with a beady red stare. Giussepe noticed the ribs of the cat and decided to give her a little food. He soon regretted the decision because now he really couldnt shake the cat off. The last thing he needed was another mouth to feed. Well let's head home before it gets too dark.. Then we can decide what to do with you tomorrow. he said."}
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{"id": "3acd5dc4-6755-46dd-bac6-1ba7e0c4ab66-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:17.912", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSJTUTUSuj1bKxWnrvag8wTaJzDfacqMhfFprCTgBULZr", "txHash": "0xa4ff2560af7f1abdc8e1b662daa1eeab3b14d2ad40593fe26880a2565c24c8a7", "createdAtBlock": 13815444, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6770, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diviner Zaros of the Ether", "text": "For the first several months amongst the Goblins, I worked in the kitchen of the local pub (unimaginitively called \"The Pub\") washing dishes and cleaning tables.  Eventually I was trusted enough to start serving drinks, and helping out with the other side of the pub's business - gambling.  On the top floor of the building, pub owner Lumpy was running a fantastic array of card and dice games.  Due to my quick wits and charm, and uncanny ability to remember who had what cards, I was a natural in the pub's gaming rooms.  \n\nThose years playing cards in Lumpy's pub were the best of erm, well, I think they were good anyway - I can't honestly remember all that much about them as I was quite often very drunk indeed.  Sufficing to say that Keith and I left goblin town as worldly card masters, at which point it seemed only appropriate to go home and finish my studies in the divine, once I'd apologised to my parents of course.\n\nRoll on thirty years of exciting and fascinating study of Divination, and here we are!  Fancy a quick game of \"find the ace?\""}
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{"id": "fbb7ca17-f75c-4991-a787-a260c7883c27-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:18.629", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf45PmNkauwxWGvZvctVYbK61iaERLrtMDfZ8PMfkzzVD", "txHash": "0xb4e735f0f7e053adc70c739b193be4196e0f9c9934f3b6c126866e4a8008792f", "createdAtBlock": 13816718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6825, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Ozohr of the Mount", "text": "Degrelle a colleague of Ozohr's from his time in the Archipellago, and one of the few contacts Ozohr still kept in the worlld of magical academia, came to the mount one day with a seemingly urgent matter to discuss with Ozohr.\n      Ozorh abhored unannounced personal visits but he had known Degrelle long enough to know that he would not be here were it not important. Upon being let in and provided a large cup of mead, Degrelle relayed to Ozohr rumors of Magical Flames appearing to powerful wizards.\n       \"I'm well aware of the sacred flames, old friend\" Ozohr eventually interjected \"One appeared to me.\"\n   For a moment Degrelle appeared almost disappointed at Ozohr's admission, he was however quick to hise this.\n\"Where is it now?\" Degrelle asked\n\"Sold on to some greater fool\" Ozohr said \"no doubt the imbicile has used it to burn himself into a coffin by now.\"\n\"You sold it?!\" asked Degrelle, agahst\n\"I am perfectly secure in my abilities. I feel no need to gamble with dark magic\" Ozohr replied firmly \"And moreover if the opportunists and circus performers who have turned magic into a sideshow want to speed up natural selection, far be it from me to stop them.\"\n\"You would prefer they become dark wizards?\" Degrelle asked, not believing the apathy he was hearin from his old friend\n\"At least dark wizards believe in something. When its just us and them, there's some dignity to this...thing of ours, but these opportunists and social climbers are upsetting the balance.\" Ozohr growled \"I cheer the coming of the flame, and drink to every fool that has and will lose themselves playing with dark magic.\""}
{"id": "fbb7ca17-f75c-4991-a787-a260c7883c27-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:18.629", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf45PmNkauwxWGvZvctVYbK61iaERLrtMDfZ8PMfkzzVD", "txHash": "0xb4e735f0f7e053adc70c739b193be4196e0f9c9934f3b6c126866e4a8008792f", "createdAtBlock": 13816718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6825, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Ozohr of the Mount", "text": "Degrelle said nothing. Ozohr realized he had shocked his old colleague. The years of solitude had not done well for his social ability, and he felt he grew more bitter every day.\n\"Look\" Ozohr said attempting sound reassuring \"the flames are out there, that cannot be undone. Let things run their course, the cards fall where they may. Perhaps accumulate flames for study, and when/if the Forgotten Souls become a threat to the realm, you have my word, that this self imposed exile will not keep me from lending my support.\n\"I suppose that is all I can ask\" Degrelle said reluctantly \"I shall keep in contac then, any major developments and I will get word to you\"\nA moment late Degrelle was gone. Ozohr returned to his desk and opened and old spell book, there was much preparation to be done for the days ahead."}
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{"id": "d5ef38c3-347a-4525-bb83-4700f5c60bd8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:21.155", "backgroundColor": "#89568d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWYcjGt5GHK5uzb9fNGBJkBR9YtzuGwUkAEAbEd36Uqtg", "txHash": "0x918f5d35c684953585b55eceed3e09b41a67a4631b05fe37d8dd32cac30c3aa4", "createdAtBlock": 13819751, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7565, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Aleister of the Dunes", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Aleister of the Dunes\n\nAleister of the Dunes,\n\nHe spelled his snails and marked his runes,\n\nAnd sailed beneath the veil of moons,\n\nHailed by those who know his truths,\n\nHe looms amongst the wailing Dunes."}
{"id": "f575d9cb-3aef-434d-80ef-7d214915f89e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:21.961", "backgroundColor": "#964444", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQpH1jXFcYUSM9QtBbc277ngYEs92udneAb2y8dUMCSy7", "txHash": "0x8ec955b2c492d4218b3cbb39053fd6c7c815f39f1693530cab09b27eeb448f3c", "createdAtBlock": 13823700, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 250, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Enigma of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Enigma of the Hills\n\nEnigma is in a bright valley with painted Hills, is in an overgrown forest with very little light.  Enigma's ability to embody contradiction alienates him from his persona.  But two mutually exclusive truths can exist within our conception of Enigma, a contradiction does not splinter our conception of Enigma because we allow Enigma to be indefinite.  Enigma and the hills are inextricably linked.  Enigma creates the hills; the hills create the persona that becomes Enigma.  A feedback loop, Enigma creates the Hills; the Hills create the persona that becomes Enigma who can now exist for you only in so far as the Hills Permit. There comes a point when Enigma can recede and we see only the Hills.\n\nPsalm of Enigma\n\nCount three minutes until the ferrous ferrier arrives\n\nFeet that idled became urgent, imbued with purpose\n\nThe birds alike.\n\nPolished titans pay no penance for their clamor\n\nEngulfing us all in their indifferent gust\n\nFaces of fleeting fascination had gone\n\nAnd the hills look no different inverted\n\nThe placid air upset only by his indiscriminate pluck\n\nWhen the tree hissed\n\nWhen his notes went nearly unnoticed\n\nCharons soloist felling foreign soldiers in undaunted repose\n\nSovereign only to the punctual shadow of the hills\n\ncaron, non ti crucciare:\n\nvuolsi cosi cola dove si puote\n\ncio che si vuole, e piu non dimandare.\n\nEnigma interminable\n\nEnigma illimitable\n\nEnimga unknown\n\nThe Hills painted Enigma\n\nof Enigma\n\nFor Enigma\n\nAd Enigma infinitum\"\n\nE^"}
{"id": "803e7f95-1f2e-402f-acfc-0c24c42dbfef-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:22.768", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaLPLkCYTPxem1Y2cTCUMFvh7iY3BLNBWFqP6TmrtgNmH", "txHash": "0xf07640fdfebe7b5e45a1c3c03bdb8bbdb0dfd8a6be020a13364a658a96ef6993", "createdAtBlock": 13823928, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3205, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Trollin of Xanadu", "text": "# The Tale of Artificer Trollin of Xanadu\n\nTrollin really isn't too bright. He was barely capable of graduating highschool in Xanadu, and coasted on his charisma alone in life. He got his start at Seven Rivers Arcane Academy as a dishwasher, sometimes trash digger... You see these students weren't the brightest and sometimes threw out their wands, and books and things. One day while he was searching through the especially disgusting garbage, due to it being Blobcake day at the cafeteria, he found a especially pretty carved wand. It had its gnarls and twists, and something compelled Trollin' to keep the wand for himself. He lied to the guy and told him he couldn't find his wand for him. The dissapointed man hung his head and walked away.\n\nWith his new prize he slinked into the bathroom, and into the bathroom stall. He admired his new prize that he held delicately in his hands. It looked a little worn and had just a few marks, but he loved it jsut the same. He held it in his hand firmly, and rose it up to eye level. Remembering a spell he overheard yesterday while he walked through the cafeteria he spoke the words, \"Bogulus Frogulus\". \n\nThis was a grave mistake, as he had no subject to cast the spell on. This was a specific transmogrify spell that well... you know... makes your target an amphibious creature. Trollin looked down at his skin and burst out of the bathroom stall. Across from him in the mirror he saw a green frog-man where his reflection should be. The breath from his lungs suddenly all escaped, and he began to feel very ill. \n\nDARKNESS"}
{"id": "803e7f95-1f2e-402f-acfc-0c24c42dbfef-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:22.768", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaLPLkCYTPxem1Y2cTCUMFvh7iY3BLNBWFqP6TmrtgNmH", "txHash": "0xf07640fdfebe7b5e45a1c3c03bdb8bbdb0dfd8a6be020a13364a658a96ef6993", "createdAtBlock": 13823928, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3205, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Trollin of Xanadu", "text": "DARKNESS\n\nTrollin awoke with the Dean of Seven Rivers standing over him. There were both men and women standing around him, laughing at him. \"what an idiot!\" he heard from a voice, \"Froggo Baggins!\" another voice said. Trollin parted through the crowd and ran through the bathroom with tears rolling down his face. \n\nNobody ever changed him back to a man, as they said its his punishment forever. Now Trollin has taken up learning magic to one day change himself back into the man he was before. Some people say he will never be capable of doing it as its one of the hardest spells to master. Trollin just has to try."}
{"id": "1cf97380-eecc-4555-bb1c-5f01693e71d4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:23.404", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXwSouCtmjN5AKy4ThiZ2c95oPJhB8t9kozUA7KiR6eSA", "txHash": "0x1b8dab75adbaa9aa0ec00436dcec66c1fbdd71883f3156a2cb69d0feab2166c0", "createdAtBlock": 13824111, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1241, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Cairon of the Grotto", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Cairon of the Grotto\n\nCairon had never had the best luck. It seemed like his whole life was one unfortunate turn of events after another. As a child his home had been burned to the ground by fire imps, only he survived. As a teenager he failed out of archery school after accidently shooting the instructor. In his early 20s he thought his luck had turned around when he met Lenora, the love of his life, or so he thought. Lenora left him for a rich dwarf a year into their relationship. \n\nDepressed and alone, Carion began to wander the woods near his town and one day he discovered a shiny purple horseshoe, half burried in the grass. He picked it up, admired it, put it in his pocket to carry on with his wallowing. However, after only a few steps he tripped and fell to the ground. He looked to see what had tripped him. A treasure chest! Full of riches! Carion took the chest and started to make his way back to town, when a beautiful maiden approached him and asked him to be her lover. Carion realized in that moment that this was no ordinary horseshoe, it was lucky, very lucky! Carion returned to town and everyone began to admire him. Giving him gifts and singing songs of praise. His luck had finally changed.\n\nSince that day Carion has carried has never let the horseshoe leave his possession and he carries it with him everywhere he goes. Carion would rather die than go back to his previous life."}
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{"id": "9ff53dee-320b-46c7-b0a1-516ed1348bf4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:24.817", "backgroundColor": "#040404", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVq6TzcC1LvAu9yQWbb8mYw2tsCapVR44VZyvaTmWYiPH", "txHash": "0x81d260efee2104247b63a9f2a138fb9263949b0f6de2e615da45eb67474b583a", "createdAtBlock": 13824992, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4806, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Spellsinger Arcus of the Ether", "text": "# The Almanack of Spellsinger Arcus of the Ether\n\nINTRODUCTION\n\nI grew up in silence. Didnt speak\nmuch past my second birthday. While I dwelled\namong the Void Disciples, shy and meek,\nlearning my magic, often I beheld\nthe prodigies far sorcerers had wrought\nin cloud and hill, freshets in ancient woods\nand figured out that wizards had begot\nthese wonders by chanting aloud. I stood\ntwo miles from home. My half-remembered words\npulled through me, and the mighty sacred force\nof elements invested me. I heard\nmy voice rise to a fever-pitch. The course\nof rivers changed, descant over my song\nremembered from my mother, waiting long\nin starlight as the Hunt wheeled overhead\nand calling to my brothers. Secretly\nshe lilted, rocking me in arms. The dread\nof exile didnt faze her, and in me\nthe music settled, wrapping round my bones,\njust waiting for this moment. Then I knew\nId leave the vale, to speak, and sing, alone.\nMagic bears us like flotsam, doesnt rue\nour sorrows and misfortunes. I have seen\nthe mighty kings and hedge mages and ghasts\nand written down their stories. Now I mean\nto share my own discoveries at last\na little of my life. Brave tales to tell\nwith noble verse, and every tuneful spell."}
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{"id": "6db459f6-5dfa-48cf-93ad-c68a5920e9c8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:28.773", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvRQHiCYnEJDqNwGity5ZVFC6Z6myaiR4HjoQxyMTN1z", "txHash": "0x8a430461920df4cf27a0679a67f86de058961f501443af488a946b95a05b5206", "createdAtBlock": 13827162, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Aleister of the Thorn", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Aleister of the Thorn\n\nAlchemist Aleister of the Thorn is a mysterious Wizard, born many moons ago on a crisp and misty night in the Thorn region in the kingdom of Arvalee. \n\nAleister has many talents some more obvious than others. One of his more obvious skills is that he is a master potion maker and can create potions to cure virtually any ailment or use as weapons against monsters. He also enjoys making various potions just for recreational purposes. He is fond of a potion in more ways than one!\n\nHe lives in a magical wizard tower located between a swampy lake and a lush green forest with 100ft tall oak trees. He hand-built his tower with the help of some other wizards and some magic spells.\n\nIn his younger days he flew aircrafts while protecting the FRWC realm against the goblin army in the 100-year war which finished many centuries ago. His flying exploits are known all over the land and he is a renown Skylord but these days he does not fly as much because there is a fragile peace in the land.\n\nHe has deep elven connections and works closely with the high elvs on any diplomatic matters which might threaten the peace of the great FRWC realm.\n\nAbove all he is a happy wizard who loves all animals. He tries his best to understand Goblins!"}
{"id": "0d1fcdb2-6d23-4ed3-aac6-61290d6b9065-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:29.572", "backgroundColor": "#180404", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRHoYa7Srm9zWPWuVCEc14bBDuE5KqfVAta7hb5Tzeoz9", "txHash": "0x0016314b1615da419ae203310627c1bb662ac1c83e60f1d5f969506d449d9203", "createdAtBlock": 13827193, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1604, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Death Shroom Amanita of Nasty Town", "text": "# The Lore of Death Shroom Amanita of Nasty Town\n\nFor context read Wild Mage Nick of the Cosmos' lore #7371\n\n...As the 7 wizards were ready to ascend Wild Mage Nick of the Cosmos, Amanita was pushed by the evil one.  \n\nAmanita fell in the fire, his flesh started to burn. Screams were heard from outside the cave.  Coming out on the other side was something out of nightmares. This made Nick hesitate to jump in the flame himself."}
{"id": "8589b76c-b950-4406-a4e7-91cb203ab9ff-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:38.558", "backgroundColor": "#faf6f6", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQUND92o7ZHXnAXQGhXUqWtAgf1NtKzhmkpFYeqzp5pMR", "txHash": "0xcf7c57dfd5382bd1022c45ccb9769d1821a9038b3be1fdce9456151ede912252", "createdAtBlock": 13840764, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "# II\n\nThe Crystal Polisher \n\nMilton watched as an old man pottered around a large stone workbench strewn with an assortment of crystal shards. Periodically the old man would interrupt his shuffling about to hold a crystal shard up to the dusty light that streamed in from a large opening overhead. At these moments Milton could see the individual character of the crystals brought forth in illuminated colour. One a deep, motionless green and another an airy blue that seemed to shift with a tidal motion. As Milton continued to watch, a subtle rhythmic ritual sense began to arise in his mind. The room and the old man moving about it appeared to Milton as through a deep mist and intermittently from out of this hazy scene a clear sharp pulse of some new spectral colour would flash.\n\nMilton shook his head to clear his mind and approached the old man as he held aloft a glowing pink crystal shard. Without taking his eyes from the crystal in his hands the old man addressed Milton.\n\n\"Here for more, is it? Some success you've had, is it?\"\n\n\"Yes. One of the shadows and another from the waters\" Replied Milton as he patted a slight bulge under his cloak.\n\n\"No common thing is it, a crystal willing to receive. And further yet one so shaped as to accept your crude magics. No gold, a trade this time it is.\""}
{"id": "8589b76c-b950-4406-a4e7-91cb203ab9ff-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:38.558", "backgroundColor": "#faf6f6", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQUND92o7ZHXnAXQGhXUqWtAgf1NtKzhmkpFYeqzp5pMR", "txHash": "0xcf7c57dfd5382bd1022c45ccb9769d1821a9038b3be1fdce9456151ede912252", "createdAtBlock": 13840764, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "Having made this declaration, the old man shuffled off towards a large pile of dull, unshapen crystalline rocks in the corner of the room. Milton waited for a moment, watching as the old man took a lump of the dull rock and placed it on the stone workbench. A chisel-like tool blinked into the old man's hand. As Milton watched, the old man took on a countenance of deep concentration. With deft movements he was shaping the rock into a narrow faceted rectangle. Once satisfied with his work, he threw the chisel over his shoulder into the air, where it promptly vanished. Now appeared in his hand what seemed like a length of tarnished green leather with which he began to vigorously polish the now exposed and shaped crystal.\n\nAs the polisher continued in his work a certain somewhat familiar scent filled the air, and Milton raised his brows quizzically.\n\n\"Kobold hide it is\" the old man stated. \"Stench, yes, but it is what is required to bring the crystal to clarity.\"\n\nMilton stared for a moment, bemused, but then banished this unfortunate fact from his mind. Reaching into his cloak he brought out a small worn red pouch and placed it lightly on the stone surface next to where the old man was working.\n\n\"Powdered essence from the Dream Masters of the lake. I believe this should be sufficient payment for at least three binding crystals\"\n\nThe old man took a quick sharp breath as he stopped working and eyed the small pouch.\n\n\"Dream Master's essence you say it is? Through a fair dealing you came by this is it? I will not be involved in any wrong dealings with the Dream Masters.\"\n\n\"You can be assured\" Replied Milton. \"I have an accord with Wazir of the Mount.\"\n\nThe old man turned and stared hard at Milton through the dusty light of the room.\n\n\"The One Who Rings it is?\""}
{"id": "8589b76c-b950-4406-a4e7-91cb203ab9ff-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:38.558", "backgroundColor": "#faf6f6", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQUND92o7ZHXnAXQGhXUqWtAgf1NtKzhmkpFYeqzp5pMR", "txHash": "0xcf7c57dfd5382bd1022c45ccb9769d1821a9038b3be1fdce9456151ede912252", "createdAtBlock": 13840764, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "\"The One Who Rings it is?\"\n\n\"The One Who Rings\" stated Milton.\n\nAfter a moments hesitation the old man scooped up the pouch and deposited it in his apron pocket.\n\n\"Agreed. Three crystals worth it is.\"\n\nWith a few quick movements of his hand through the air, the old man caused a wooden chest to appear and land heavily on the workbench. Opening it and reaching in he withdrew three small perfectly clear crystals.\n\n\"The binding incantation, same as the last it is.\"\n\n\"You have my thanks\" replied Milton, as he quickly wrapped the crystals and placed them within his cloak.\n\n\"Tell me Wizard, what is it you will do with the bound energies?\"\n\nMilton had already turned to leave but he paused and looked over his shoulder at the old man.\n\n\"Time will tell\"."}
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{"id": "ca1652d9-c89c-404f-9939-a747c9c901bb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:30.305", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNNihLEakj1Ci6k2V76r52GwCRXfT4eLfghC4qW3DrQxu", "txHash": "0x2e0759b6cf0d710235238d7fccea767b49c839791e6c91a60c4a64120dd54da3", "createdAtBlock": 13827617, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2443, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Channel 3 Poltergeist Khudalf of the Ice Abyss", "text": "So cold; so painfully cold.\n\nSublimely infinite darkness.\n\nI am entombed and forgotten,\n\nwhat have I done.?\n\nA moment... A power\n\ndeep down within...\n\nPower catalyzed by pain;\n\nputrid, soul-searing pain.\n\n\"RAa gRRR Gggg mRRR!!\"\n\nEchoes of the cry bounced endlessly.\n\nPestilence has consumed Khudalf.\n\nTrapped in icy chasms, he is frozen, \n\nawaiting a release from the Ice Abyss.\n\nA ghost frog lies in wait,\n\nguarding the soul closely.\n\nNo fool disturb this place.\n\nFor great evil looms."}
{"id": "6361931f-bc80-4b7b-ad41-0ef1be4f6457-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:58.38", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDVUtrcuCNPt9E9pQ5YMNzmYtLmyA7dqbkqxUmWoB3C2", "txHash": "0xcb7a79b443603aee07ad427cde0468085676e8e0a818e06e54edefb7c8038b5e", "createdAtBlock": 13820519, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNWd5ksiPKbudTtWQ83DHhqpUvLJ5fCUNJM2UuDmnsj96", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "# Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star\n\nIn the charred ruins of a cathedral, he dwells. The charcoal walls are streaked with flakes of desiccated blood in the shape of runes he can no longer read. The prodigy sorcerer once led legions, but now only commands a hollow empire of bone and misfortune. Half-finished rituals and alchemical preparations litter the witchwood altar. Nothing thrives. Not even sunlight dares linger here.\n\nThe local villagers, emboldened by the taverns stale ale, utter the sorcerers name in hushed tones: Aldus the Black. Heretic of the Morning Star, named after the fallen angel who waged war upon the heavens. While much about him remains an enigma, one fact is clear. The moon is his kin. Its arcane glow is complicit in the heretics dark deeds. Runes drawn in fresh blood activate by moonlight, offering short-lived but powerful conduits for his magic.\n\nFortunately for the world and its inhabitants, Aldus is forgetful. Even being naturally gifted in the black arts, he can barely complete a blood ritual without forgetting a critical component. His latest blunder occurred while preparing a mortal sacrifice. He briefly left the incapacitated villager unattended on the altar to fetch his ceremonial blade. Aldus was bewildered to return to an empty chamber. He then noticed the meticulously distilledand not administeredsleeping elixir on a nearby table. He forgot the second dose! The once unparalleled sorcerer realized his error with a chuckle. He shook his head. A predatory grin spread across his face as he glanced out the broken stained glass window and spotted the victim fleeing in the distance."}
{"id": "6361931f-bc80-4b7b-ad41-0ef1be4f6457-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:58.38", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDVUtrcuCNPt9E9pQ5YMNzmYtLmyA7dqbkqxUmWoB3C2", "txHash": "0xcb7a79b443603aee07ad427cde0468085676e8e0a818e06e54edefb7c8038b5e", "createdAtBlock": 13820519, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6491, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNWd5ksiPKbudTtWQ83DHhqpUvLJ5fCUNJM2UuDmnsj96", "name": "Sorcerer Aldus of the Morning Star", "text": "It wasnt always this way; legendary reputations are seldom forged by failures. The eve of a crucial battle marked the origin of the heretics amnesia and sole reason his imperial campaign was lost. Aldus can only vaguely recall that a fellow wizard traveling through the region congratulated him on his recent success and shared in tales and drink. He awoke the following morning, war forgotten, and abandoned camp to go on a pleasant grave robbing journey. With his skeletal legions and devoted zealots left without a commander, they fell. As did a part of the great sorcerer. Since then, he has been consumed with the quest to confront the culprit who cursed him with forgetfulness and reverse it. However, there is one complication. He cannot remember who it was!\n\nIn response to a sharp rise in disappearances and defiled graves throughout the village in recent months, efforts have been redoubled to hunt the heretic and purge the land of his perverse magic. Thus far, all have failed. As long as that pale orb traces an arc across the sky, Aldus the Black endures. Forgetful, perhaps, but he endures."}
{"id": "ce31640d-5c5a-47ea-bfa6-daa7f62695be-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:32.72", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRN6kbLkn4SjBFBNT7n7mWVojNkBvA7kthTxf4rB1pYtG", "txHash": "0xd07994c428d0311b2e70019fab311fd70569aac4655faca0b9dbefcf3e528ba7", "createdAtBlock": 13830392, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3119, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eden of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Eden of the Hall\n\nHis body may say \"supa fly\" but this wizard is anything but chill. He is wicked to the core. Brash, but distinguishedly so. This wizard's personality can be summarized by a rant he performed in the town square:"}
{"id": "ce31640d-5c5a-47ea-bfa6-daa7f62695be-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:32.72", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRN6kbLkn4SjBFBNT7n7mWVojNkBvA7kthTxf4rB1pYtG", "txHash": "0xd07994c428d0311b2e70019fab311fd70569aac4655faca0b9dbefcf3e528ba7", "createdAtBlock": 13830392, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3119, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eden of the Hall", "text": "\"What the fizzle did you just heckin' say about me, you Imp? I'll have you know I soloed the Wizard Tutorial, and I've been involved in a myriad amounts of puppeting cases in ranked PVP, and I have over 300 registered PVP wins. I am trained to be the best in my school and I'm the Warlord of this realm. You are nothing to me but just another Forgotten Soul. I will dispel your spells the heck out of this world with a number amount of fireworks that you dare not count, mark my magical words. You think you can get away with whispering \"noob\" after losing to me? Think again, amateur. As we speak, I am contacting my Promethean Warlord friends and you are being hexed so you better prepare for the spells. The spells that drain out the pathetic thing with the pathetic number you call your life points. You're heckin' screwed, kid. I can cast any spell, anytime, and I can kill you in one hit, and that's just with my pet. Not only am I extensively trained in gearless combat, but I have access to all the worlds in the realm which includes your house and I will use it to haunt you out of here, you little adept. If only you could have known what imminent punishment your little taunt was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have casted the proper shield or dispel. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you fizzling noob. I will dispel you all over and make you cry from the sparks. You're going back to Wizard101.\""}
{"id": "b12af646-e2a6-4eb2-a7ba-9fc4a877517d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:33.53", "backgroundColor": "#0b2400", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPwwY1McfBQT36DJBrbwseubBpvZ5FDG58yMys9gf4sYL", "txHash": "0x00763d19f929bd96f7eea735a4a95a4c40fae2d53eb840f0a5544a123dc8aeca", "createdAtBlock": 13832462, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7005, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Caligula of the Keep", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Caligula of the Keep\n\nCaligula lived as a peasant for his childhood and into his young adult life. \n\nHe awoke one night to the sound of his chickens squawking and clucking, he recognised this as a sign that there was a predator nearby.\n\nHe rushed outside to protect his family's way of life, and there he saw a young fox.  \n\nHe grabbed a hoe and charged towards the fox, but as he drew closer he realised that this fox was not trying to harm his chickens.\n\nThe fox was in fact repairing a hole in the side of the chicken enclosure, he looked into the eyes of the fox and noticed they were a deep bloodshot red. \n\nThe fox introduced himself as Masky, and explained that he would be Caligula's gateway into the Runiverse. \n\nCaligula and Masky were soulbound from that point onwards. Masky taught Caligula the ways of the Wizard and how to brew mind-altering potions using herbs from the surrounding woods.\n\nAfter a lifetime of using Cannabis Potions, Caligula and Masky sought after something more, something that would transform their minds, bodies and even their souls..."}
{"id": "edf604f0-68df-446c-be0f-9e3cfd06159a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:34.46", "backgroundColor": "#3234f8", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTeCgpd9Azbyp9K9w1SZq4LRXNwwXSNXwvULTwLWLWxSF", "txHash": "0x553aae203cdaf382d2e4b1473ed7e80fa4bafa961545e1eef4549fa6d8da17fa", "createdAtBlock": 13833085, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2064, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Requiem of the Cold", "text": "# The Lore of Adept Requiem of the Cold\n\nI still remember it like it was yesterday. Her reaction as her hand slowly slipped out of my hand will forever be burned in my mind. Every night my mind goes back to that cold snowy winter night and every night I wake in a cold sweat fear.  There's wasn't much I could go as I arrived a minute too late. Only ghost and I were able to maie it out. We were the unfortunate ones to get away...\n\nIt still haunts me till this day."}
{"id": "9ef5a253-45d2-4d8a-b836-802969757584-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:35.249", "backgroundColor": "#1a2edb", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYvoAZyxnvN1itXfpRfR3H12bhmddJnEhtNrHeHuq2PxE", "txHash": "0x4c8d5d715f72b24c74ae5fd91f5dfbd508e25f034c326238433afeab737da486", "createdAtBlock": 13833104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2064, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Requiem of the Cold", "text": "# The Lore of Adept Requiem of the Cold\n\nI still remember it like it was yesterday. Her reaction as her hand slowly slipped out of my hand will forever be burned in my mind. Every night my mind goes back to that cold snowy winter night and every night I wake in a cold sweat fear. There's wasn't much I could do as I arrived a minute too late. Only ghost and I were able to make it out. We were the unfortunate ones to get away...\n\nIt still haunts me till this day."}
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{"id": "e5d04d85-1ce0-486b-8f14-730070cbbc32-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:37.021", "backgroundColor": "#686262", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS5mmMDQEpjWstquRVZrhzxg4HU1LjXkWGVpCdo4bG7zJ", "txHash": "0x6066960cc3d8075f101e1cb620af55088e7cc1cc1a91b471a513cc02881de19d", "createdAtBlock": 13837616, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1263, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battlemage Qasim of the Riviera", "text": "# The Lore of Battlemage Qasim of the Riviera\n\nIn a world before the invention of time; magic and chaos ruled the land - this is where we first heard of the Battlemages. \n\nThe legends tell of reclusive group of magicians that have been in search of untold knowledge lost during the unrecorded war of wizards. Many claim the Battlemage Qasim is eternal - others that it walks between the lands of dead and life without hesitation having made a deal with the unspoken one."}
{"id": "5f6b8399-a06f-4cfb-b8a1-7cab417ff14c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:37.883", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMTAmriKe6WgDsQArmzij6sMroJcUXGxvkQHT7mWYw52", "txHash": "0xde120e56e3bed4035d1f3c216d409cfb3ae60bb4caec991ae916e40481982246", "createdAtBlock": 13837682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4577, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hex Mage Ulysse of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Hex Mage Ulysse of the Plains\n\nUlysse, like his uncle before him was drawn to the sea. The Iliad's tales of heroism, struggle, and friendship were stories he yearned for but because of his choices never came to be. A pirate's life, is a life of constant search for endless bounty only to find dug up chests of empty promises, guarded by old bones clutching dirt and rusted metal.\n\n\"Greed dies alone.\" He always thought.\n\nUntil one night on the ship's focsle, under a full moon, he felt a gaze upon him. A black, one-eyed raven! Impossible! There was no land in sight for leagues in the vastness of a black ocean...\n\nAs they locked their gaze, Ulysse was instantly transported to a strange land where physical gravity didn't exist but instead was paralyzed by the weight of his choices. \"Easy choices, broken promises. How fitting that the easy path always led to a harder life.\" He contemplated. As he was laying on the dirt, finally breaking free of his self-evaluation, he saw a great tree who's twisted arms reached into oblivion...and he saw the one-eyed raven watching.\n\nThe raven asked him a question, \"Look beyond the tree, you will see a forking road. One path is not like the other but in your moment between your choices lie an infinite amount of possibilities that will dictate your journey.\"\n\nUlysse asked, \"Which path is safe?\"\n\nEmotionless, the one-eyed Raven said, \"Neither path is safe. Will you walk the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?\"\n\nUlysse stunned in silence, unable to utter a word."}
{"id": "5f6b8399-a06f-4cfb-b8a1-7cab417ff14c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:37.883", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMTAmriKe6WgDsQArmzij6sMroJcUXGxvkQHT7mWYw52", "txHash": "0xde120e56e3bed4035d1f3c216d409cfb3ae60bb4caec991ae916e40481982246", "createdAtBlock": 13837682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4577, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hex Mage Ulysse of the Plains", "text": "Ulysse stunned in silence, unable to utter a word.\n\nThe one-eyed raven said, \"Once you have chosen, WE will be made whole, for you will give me your left eye as tribute for this deal. If you choose the right path, I will impart a gift of an ever-lasting ember from my dead father, Prometheus to guide you for as long you breathe...NOW CHOOSE!... but first your left eye...\"\n\nPain, Ulysse thought, real pain is truth. Stripped bare and humbled, Ulysse saw the path before him. \"Fine lies or hard truths...\" He saw a path of heroism and fame, while the other, a road of endless plains and searching. He took his first meaningful step...\n\nA wizard is born..."}
{"id": "50090293-4baa-4050-82f8-5e76d814ae8c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:05:38.67", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme1yTiXvpivPAafddtiRUJSyWBUfm73bEBwB4NcqX6EXs", "txHash": "0xe3d3603235d138a6e43cd57c9247f7bf83c95471067dd364f5f9ce8545033a56", "createdAtBlock": 13837806, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5900, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Jameel of the Quantum Downs", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Jameel of the Quantum Downs\n\n## Chapter I - Report of Psychological Assessment\n\nJameel is a 271 years and 3 months old dream master adolescent. He was advised to take a psychological evaluation to determine his current cognitive and emotional status. Jameel has spent the first two centuries of his life in the Quantum Downs, a dark space, solely illuminated by bioluminescent organisms. This can be seen as a contributing factor to his fertile imagination, but also lack of concentration outside of the Quantum Downs. Jameel displays an exceptional level of intelligence and a strong urge to control dreams. He describes it as great fun and does not comprehend the problem of non-consensual dream control.\n\n\n## Chapter II - Article from the Runiverse Herald\n\nThe 1000th Burning Kobold Festival promised to be the biggest, family-friendly event of the Runiverse, this year. Not even three days into the week-long festivities, around Dream Master Lake, and yet another incident causes controversy and outrage. As every evening, all dream masters gathered around the lake, to create a dream so powerful it appears in the night sky. This time, instead of wonderful creatures and rainbow colors, visitors caught sight of giant kobold genitalia. According to eyewitnesses, several wizards collapsed and required medical treatment.\n  \nAt the time of printing the cause remains unclear. Master of ceremony, Magus Wazir of the Mount, denied his complicity in the incident. I am only ringing my bell here, he insisted, before demonstratively ringing his bell in front of the journalists.\n\nIt is to be hoped that the festival proceeds without further complications. The first uproar happened during opening night; the giant wooden kobold statue in the middle of the lake caught fire. It is usually burned during the closing ceremony.\n\n\n## Chapter III - Runi P.D. Report\n\nSuspect: Pyromancer Jameel of the Quantum Downs\nAge: 273"}
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{"id": "5a54ea1d-1aa5-4750-b9ca-326ec8ffd9bb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:46.601", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQSTpcUVTQs741M3kuVYqnPAbLiWCQvXiZ6eDSuJeewvj", "txHash": "0xebd32b864e7b7c874a8f199f5a1b125cb0b078a4afa2baec66546673ba3a563a", "createdAtBlock": 13851496, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2722, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYYKQVauS1Ew1srEUsJtuMQt8sShZPRkR59ox84CpWY5w", "name": " Crowley of the Gnostics", "text": "# **Crowley of the Gnostics, Firestarter, Bearer of the Divine Light**\n\n \n\nThose in Red Wizard Capital know Crowley of the Gnostics as the **_Firestarter_**. For nearly four decades he has climbed the north tower every day at dusk, lighting the way for those who dare sail The Salt.\n\n**ORIGINS**\n\nFour decades in Red Wizard Capital is enough to cement a legacy. But Crowley wasnt always a red hat wizard. Did he earn his hat? Of course. Crowley trained, invested, and levered his way to the top; he hodled harder than even the most notable of the Runiverse wizards.\n\nI. TRUTH\n\nCrowley was not a child of this city. Crowley wasnt even born of the red hat clan. Rumor has it Crowley was discovered as a baby. A baby drifting out of The Quantum Shadow, as quizzical an anomaly as Schrdinger's cat. And noit wasnt the nearby wizards of The Thorn who took him in frightened as they should of his origin. It was the Gnostics of Goblin Town.\n\nFitting? A child from the land of the Great Burning finding his way to the Gnostics, those who follow the Divine Light? Who worship Magic power from within? It is, after all, the Sacred Flame that fuels the Great Burning. The most powerful of all Divine Light. Even more powerful than the Chroma Crystal, another source of the great Divine Light in the Runiverse.\n\n2. COURAGE\n\nHow did Crowley, with an enigma of a beginning, come to Red Wizard Capital? It was in studying and staying true to his faith that Crowley found his path."}
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{"id": "068ed5c1-adc9-43e2-a63b-74c712b60d0b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:49.327", "backgroundColor": "#ecd9b4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUrunbsgDtyNnRYaKverJqMkMspYqhqofb5VidkDJAMyB", "txHash": "0xa13ec4c34ee27417d9f904e70fb0aa1d606fbf96912075989789c29090f85001", "createdAtBlock": 13860710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1498, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVC1PbQj64MLuhaeHzzvVXpysTZhQbqGCsEfYWR8z3xSz", "name": "Sorcerer Azahl of the Mount", "text": "# A last rose\n\nTo my dearest friends Shadow Mage Hagar of the Realm and Archmagus Casper of the Mist.\n\n \n\nI lived a good life. I had access to incredible sights and knowledge. I left the Mount for many years and then returned for a last spiritual retreat.\n\nI dedicated a considerable part of my life to studying and improving as a sorcerer. And I know I've helped many on my way. Some years ago, before I finally headed back to the Mount, I joined a select group of wizards to work on deciphering the manuscripts of Sage Celah of the Steppe. Yes, our group. Those were happy years, folks. We spent days, weeks, traveling and exchanging information concerning the miraculous trips of the Sage, trying to understand his way of life. I still do believe he has got an answer for the mysteries of life and I am profoundly grateful for all the experiences we have had together over these years of companionship.\n\nI however got tired. Tired of waiting for this wisdom. And I started to realize that although I have always been pleased to contribute to greater achievements of the communities I lived in, there was always a secret personal pursuit. A personal desire of acquiring more power.\n\nPower to see things done faster. Power to optimize. So in the depth of my retreat I researched. I feel I was guided by the power of the Rune of Neptune.\n\nIt strangely pulled me out of external life and threw me uphill, in a small cabin, where I spent a long time reading and thinking about dreams and ideals. And I concluded that usual magic and philosophy were too slow if we were to conquer real power in this existence.\n\nI knew that kind of thoughts could drive me to darker ways, but in my heart I believed I was pursuing the light... The mysterious beacon of the Rune of Neptune made me understand the importance of ideals and doing what it takes to realize them. Thus I could wait no more."}
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{"id": "e52c397a-c446-4bcd-8ee6-e481d398b6e1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:22.056", "backgroundColor": "#610a0a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1ip1jPFWKZvoMPi6qrrRjA7ggwk6DZdYGkpu612nzWy", "txHash": "0xb754c2167858b3c82ec65f27d647c8facf8889ba94a9368e201c72ecefc6e45c", "createdAtBlock": 13889628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist\n\nHis name was not always Reza, nor did he ever set out to be a Dream Master; or any sort of wizard for that matter.  But destiny is thrust upon some. \n\n_Often under the guise of misfortune, great opportunity lays waiting for those who persevere....or just survive._\n\n\n#Foreward#\n\n\nReza never quests or journeys without Cyrus, a small fox, who is physically unremarkable, but wiley, curious and jovial. Cyrus, however, is known to have his own misadventures and can be gone for days on end, at times, while Reza tends to mundane domestic matters or his wizardy duties.\n\n##The Boy in The Forest##\n\nGrowing up in the barren desert Reza's family raised a few cattle and pack animals. His mother was quite good with textiles.\n\nMuch of his younger years, he was **deathly** afraid of the Dream World....sometimes not sleeping for days on end...\n\nWhen he did sleep, Reza would wake up exhausted and sweating. Nightmares would haunt him, quite often he was being chased by _something_, sometimes he was being dragged under....underwater, under the earth, sinking in sand or desperately trying to avoid melting in lava pits. None of it made sense, but he was constantly frightened of that world.....just the thought of these dreams would make him tremble uncontrollably."}
{"id": "e52c397a-c446-4bcd-8ee6-e481d398b6e1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:22.056", "backgroundColor": "#610a0a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1ip1jPFWKZvoMPi6qrrRjA7ggwk6DZdYGkpu612nzWy", "txHash": "0xb754c2167858b3c82ec65f27d647c8facf8889ba94a9368e201c72ecefc6e45c", "createdAtBlock": 13889628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "One day while wandering the grasslands near his home, Reza sat down to rest for a bit....and drifted off...he had not slept for nearly 4 days so it was to be expected. Unusual, however, was that as soon he closed his eyes Reza felt as if he had fallen, but he was not alarmed. It was a pleasant, comfortable feeling. He was falling....or _floating_ into endless grasslands, then clouds, then into the stars. It was an almost peaceful, floating-fall, he was going _somewhere_....gently, purposefully. For the first time, he was sleeping but not terrified. \n\nAfter what seemed like forever and no time at all, he opened his eyes in a dense forest and even more dense fog. He'd never been in a forest his entire life nor had he seen fog like this before. He had read about forests, heard stories of the endless green foliage and enormous trees but there was nothing of the sort where he was from. \n\n\nThe forest, that day, was overrun with fog so thick he could feel it's pressure bearing, ever so slightly, down on his body. It dominated everything, the trees, the rocks, the creatures (which he heard, but would only catch sporadic glimpses of). Later, he learned that this \"fog\" was uniquely known as **\"The Mist\"**. So substantial was The Mist that when observed closely it was more like canvas of suspended water droplets......and glistening magical aura of _infinite color_."}
{"id": "e52c397a-c446-4bcd-8ee6-e481d398b6e1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:22.056", "backgroundColor": "#610a0a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1ip1jPFWKZvoMPi6qrrRjA7ggwk6DZdYGkpu612nzWy", "txHash": "0xb754c2167858b3c82ec65f27d647c8facf8889ba94a9368e201c72ecefc6e45c", "createdAtBlock": 13889628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "Reza meandered about the Forest, disoriented and confused, not totally convinced he was actually anywhere at all. But his senses told him different. He could _smell_ the pine and musk. When he reached out to touch a tree, he _felt_ its sap stick to his bare hand. He was cold and wet. Droplets would gather then drip from his nose and brow...the wetness reminded him of days when he would walk great distances in the desert's summer sun. It was the same sort of wetness but _cold_. Nearly freezing cold....at least it felt that way.\n\nHis confusion and haze was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of enormous footsteps or hoofs or paws trampling toward him from afar. The earth **shook** and the sound boomed louder and louder as _it_ approached. Instinctively, Reza came to attention and tried to make out what happening. After not more than a second or two, he began running away from the sound. By this time he could feel the pulsating reverberations of each distinct step coming closer and closer. When _it_ got close enough, the unmistakable and mystical power of the entity tickled his fleeing backside....it was a _magical energy_ at flowed through The Mist, much like electricity traveling through a cloud-filled sky. It was a feeling he would never forget, a fear he would never outlive.....**something or someone of unfathomable power was rampaging through the forest...**"}
{"id": "e52c397a-c446-4bcd-8ee6-e481d398b6e1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:22.056", "backgroundColor": "#610a0a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1ip1jPFWKZvoMPi6qrrRjA7ggwk6DZdYGkpu612nzWy", "txHash": "0xb754c2167858b3c82ec65f27d647c8facf8889ba94a9368e201c72ecefc6e45c", "createdAtBlock": 13889628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "While in midstride it occured to Reza that, maybe just maybe this too was a dream - but the thought was quickly shaken out of him as the rumble and energy looming just behind him grew stronger and stronger. Quickly an opening in the forest began to grow bigger in the distance ahead, maybe if he could make it there he would have a chance to survive the _thing_. But he was getting tired and the ground was shaking so furiously that he could barely keep his footing.\n\n\nEventually, the earth's movement was too much and Reza thrown upon moss-covered rocks. Hope was quickly dissapaiting. Whatever this was would be upon him and there was nothing he could do about it.\n\nGathering his breath, he lifted his scuffed face from the rocks and turned his head when his eyes locked on to two beady bone-white orbs floating in the dark void under an ancient, fallen tree of mammoth proportions. The unblinking eyes of _something_ screamed for Reza to hastily gain shelter in the void. Without a thought of what man or beast those eyes belonged to he shot into the den. Surely whatever was in there was preferable to _monstrous thing_ was barrelling through the forest. Reza barely fit in the space. The earth **shook** more than he thought was possible without tearing the earth from it's volcanic mantle. The mystical power shooting through The Mist now began to envelope his entire being. It was like a thousand tiny spikes slightly, but distinctly pressed upon every inch of his skin. As the pressure of The Mist grew and the sound of incalculable branches and trees snapping in the jaggernauts path got faster, the thundering stomps became **deafening**.\n\nSuddenly, the unrelenting _mass_ was upon him. It was a tsunami of magic as the ground shook, untethered by gravity."}
{"id": "e52c397a-c446-4bcd-8ee6-e481d398b6e1-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:22.056", "backgroundColor": "#610a0a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf1ip1jPFWKZvoMPi6qrrRjA7ggwk6DZdYGkpu612nzWy", "txHash": "0xb754c2167858b3c82ec65f27d647c8facf8889ba94a9368e201c72ecefc6e45c", "createdAtBlock": 13889628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7344, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Reza of the Mist", "text": "**WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!**\n \n\nFor almost a minute there was _chaos_ upon the forest, undiscribable in magnitude.\n\nReza's eyes had _never_ closed so tightly. \n\nThen it was gone with a pure silence. For a moment the forest was crystal clear in the vacuum left in the wake of the chaos. Reza took one breath of relief and fell into _blackness..._\n\nAs he awoke six pair of eyes were looking intently down upon him. The eyes were sunk deep in the darkness of blood-red hoods. Although he could not see their faces, Reza could _feel_ their curiosity. Then one of the red hoods spoke. _\"You were very lucky to come across Cyrus when you did! Who knows what would have become of you!\"_. He heard the laughter fade away as he drifted back into _oblivion_...\n\n\nThe next time he regained consciousness, Reza was tucked neatly into a bed overlooking a shimmering lake. Under the blankets, between right elbow and hip sat a large pillow, but this pillow seemed to be **breathing**....he peered down to see the same two bone-white eyes staring at him. **Cyrus the Fox** lunged forward and began furiously licking Reza's face! It was the first time he had actually seen the creature that offered him shelter in the shadow of the forest phenomena. It was also the first time he'd seen a fox of any kind for that matter. \n\n_A New Life Began..._\n\nFrom that day forward Reza & Cyrus would be life-long companions, seeking adventure whenever the opportunity arose. \n\n_There was no doubt that Cyrus saved Reza that day; but it would not be the last time..._"}
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{"id": "ac15c6f6-b71c-4365-a0c5-754877831044-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:36.124", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmambbwTqi8EABTxpMdA7UX928RcujdCf7bRaUVQ9yCC7r", "txHash": "0x449ad2d0abf49f7be4da1113cbe50b33d55784875af6554f06078e5823669287", "createdAtBlock": 13895631, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 321, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcuqdhHXTNvMXDqUNwotTyJqYBVdgzLMMgmBpTFzgpJbd", "name": "Sorcerer Alatar of the Mount", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Alatar of the Mount\n\nBorn with what the local villagers referred to as \"looks only a mother could love\", Alatar spent most of his life mocked, ridiculed, or - if he was lucky - ignored. \n\nUntil one day, tired of the constant derision, he set out on his own to the countryside, determined to live a solitary life. For years he wandered alone, barely sharing a conversation with anyone, save for those he had with a lowly rat that had taken pity on him and became his only companion. He named the rat \"Chad\", after hometown's hunk. \"If only I looked like Chad\", Alatar yearned, \"everyone would respect me and I'd have my pick of the fairest lasses in all the land!\"\n\nIt was on a cold, dreary day that his life would change forever. Alatar and Chad had just finished dinner when the ominous clouds above them finally broke, unleashing their contents in angry waves on those below.\n\nSeeking refuge from the storm, they ran until they found a small opening in a rock formation at the edge of the forest. Barely large enough for Alatar to fit through, they made their way through the crevasse and into the safety (or so they thought) of the cave.\n\nSoon after, a light flickered deep from within the cave, and it quickly became apparent that they weren't alone. \n\n\"Hello? Who's back there?\" Alatar whimpered. \"I am with my fierce beast, and he will devour you!\" Chad immediately scurried into Alatar's shirt pocket.\n\n\"Don't fear, it is I, Jean Leon of the Garden\" a shrill voice with what sounded like a creole affect replied from the shadows. \n\nAlatar, with Chad in tow, approached the direction of the voice slowly until its source came into view."}
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{"id": "9c7a4aea-34dc-4a43-ba25-2eacf1d363d4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:11:02.293", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaYDVf86XbH44zfqiVoGmgWqN4B2smJXfWYJqQThZvysj", "txHash": "0x21848d5418d831913efb38457a2f2d1019cd6a443f83797a17f0d86773b8ac91", "createdAtBlock": 13917621, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6719, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Qasim of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Arcanist Qasim of the Plains\n\nIf there is one thing you learn when you raise bunnies, it's that a caged animal will always try to escape.\n\nQasim felt a lot like the bunnies his family raised. Life wasn't bad, his family always had food, and he had a good relationship with his family members, but when you're breeding bunnies, you can't exactly go see the world... and that's all Qasim could think about. He was fascinated by stories of magickal artifacts with complex histories, and he wanted to find them. When Qasim would tell his father of his true desires, his father would become enraged at the idea. Life was comfortable, why would you go off chasing legends? So like his bunnies, Qasim too would try to escape.\n\nFar from being a grown man, Qasim adventured off into the night. Still being a child, he brought nothing more than a couple of cool rocks, some bunny jerky, and favorite (living) bunny with him. He traveled north, into the Hedge Wizard Wood, and then got completely lost. This boy had no sense of direction, no idea what he was doing. He was a farmer's son, not an adventurer! Qasim didn't even know how to identify edible plants or hunt! He was in over his head, and he knew it.\n\nDays passed, Qasim ran out of food. His bunny, Hagan thankfully had plenty of foilage to munch on, but Qasim persisted... until he could not. A cluster of purple mushrooms appeared just as Qasim could take it no more. If the mushrooms didn't kill him, surely the hunger would. About 15 minutes later Qasim felt something he had never felt before... Magick."}
{"id": "9c7a4aea-34dc-4a43-ba25-2eacf1d363d4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:11:02.293", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaYDVf86XbH44zfqiVoGmgWqN4B2smJXfWYJqQThZvysj", "txHash": "0x21848d5418d831913efb38457a2f2d1019cd6a443f83797a17f0d86773b8ac91", "createdAtBlock": 13917621, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6719, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Qasim of the Plains", "text": "The next few months were spent eating the magick purple mushrooms, learning how to survive, and realizing the manifestation of his powers. Qasim learned how to combine food and magick to create concentrated energy pellets. The effects of these pellets varies based off the ingredients used, so there are limitless possibilities and combinations. These months turned a boy into a wizard with almost infinite potential. Equipped with this new power, he set off to find ingredients to pelletize.\n\nWhen Qasim finally arrived in civilization, he wanted to grab some carrots to experiment with for Hagan. He had never pelletized food for Hagan, as Hagan would nom on just about anything, anywhere, anytime. Pelletized carrots are essentially superfood for bunnies, as they are carrots infused with magick. Hagan grew 20 times his size, and could communicate telepathically with Qasim. The pelletized carrots for humans however, did not make you grow, but gave you incredible night vision and kept you full for hours... so much to discover.\n\nWith new found power comes new found responsibility, and Qasim spent his time reading about different plants, meats, and the lore behind their energies. He would experiment with new foods, which meant also feeding the hungry... which didn't always turn out to be such a \"good deed.\" His intentions were pure, however, and his prestige grew. He spent his nights in bars, listening to bards tell their stories, and taking notes. His goal was to gather as many of the pieces to the puzzle and put them together. The artifacts he sought would be his..."}
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{"id": "771dfa34-f11d-4d2b-8eda-bfc4ff3cc38f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:33.009", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcGZyQAq3Joa4FVBKzR2vwmV5nuTLhXLemuCsT4t59rQP", "txHash": "0x53d624c96d2995eb14c4dafbe9301feef53b1c75593cea97f9989889b16f6b6e", "createdAtBlock": 13894242, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4755, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ghost Eater Anton of the Secret Fire", "text": "# The Lore of Ghost Eater Anton of the Secret Fire\n\nDespite Anton's family's best attempts to keep him fed throughout his childhood, he always remained frail and on the edge of death. It wasn't until a fight with his brother launched him into a fit of anger. Unbridled anger turned to rage. Rage turned to white hot flames. Moments later, everything fell to ash and darkness.\n\nAt 13, Anton's power was revealed, but at the grave cost of his brother and his parents. As he wept over the charred ash that remained of their bodies, Anton suddenly felt a curious rush. It was the feeling of their souls filling him with his first ever taste of strength. His scalding tears dripped where their bodies lay, etching dark symbols of their souls permanently on the stone below.\n\nIt was this irreconcilable feeling of absolute strength at a time of unimaginable anguish, dread, and loss which left Anton a soulless shell himself, forced to roam eternally in a state of lifeless agony.\n\nAnton would never be recognized if seen in the flesh. His legendary existence is known only by the black symbols left on the ground beneath his victims and the ominous echo of Shamgar, his crow companion, heard only by those who arrive first to witness the black symbol of the tragedy."}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "# Eden, Moe, and The Great Magical Magnolia Tree\n\n(This is the beginning of a story of two friends, trying with all their heart, to find The Great Magical Magnolia Tree.)\n\nPart One:\n\nSage Eden and the pony Moe the Swell arrived in a storm to the Blue Wizard Bastion.  The road-weary Eden and Moe stood like statues before the stronghold gate, rain pooling in the brim of Eden's hat.  They were hungry and tired, worn and weathered, looking only for rest.  Slowly, Eden typed the Blue entrance code phrase into his digital tablet, right as the wind and rain intensified.  But the castle doors did not open.  Instead, a rather disagreeable voice bellowed from an alarm system intercom.\n\n\"Evening sir.  What is your business and what is that fell animal you ride, Blue Wizard?\" said the voice.\n\n\"And that black cloak...there's a shadow upon you Sage.\"\nThe terror of the long journey flashed through the wizard's mind.  Eden patted Moe on the head.  \n\n\"Indeed, a shadow does follow us, which is why we seek rest here.  And this who you call fell is my hearty friend,\nand I saved him from death and torment.  And this cloak is but a garment, and none of your concern gate keeper.  Let us pass through.\"\n\nThe cities and castles of the wizards were becoming defensive, even the Yellows.  Uncertainty coiled like a spring throughout the realm.  New beasts roamed, and warriors marched.\n\nSilence... and then the doors unlocked and opened.  \n\nEden sighed, put away the tablet, and took a moment to think."}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "Eden sighed, put away the tablet, and took a moment to think.\n\nThe water that had pooled in his hat began glowing reddish light, and his eyes flickered blue.  He was a color and light transmitter; though sometimes the magic happened without his intent.\nElectric yellow and white light burst forth from his staff.  And in that moment, in the woods nearby, Eden glimpsed a dark figure, but it vanished quickly. \n\nEden found a nice spot for Moe to rest and then settled into some wine and music.  \n\n\n\n\nPart Two:\n\nBowie played in the background softly as Eden drifted in thought.  His room at the Bastion was small and simple, though the window was large.  Rain continued to patter, and thunder rolled.\n\n\"Is there a sun out there, somewhere behind those dark clouds.\" Eden muttered to himself while peering through the glass.\nA new and silky voice broke in.\n\n\"Are they natural? The clouds I mean.  Now that is the question.\"\nEden grinned without looking.  On his digital tablet appeared a face, a handsome face as it were.  It was his old friend Holy Monk Akron of Atlantis.\n\n\"Always showing up uninvited Akron.\" Said Eden with a smile.\n\n\"Always, good sir.  I don't have much time to chat friend, though I wanted to share some foreboding news with you.  Rumor has it The Nameless have destroyed and stolen the last\nsacred tree left in the Archepelgo.\"\n\nHearing this, a stern expression came upon the wizard's face and his eyes flickered blue.  \n\nThunder cracked louder.\nIntuition took over.  Eden said a quick goodbye to Akron, gathered his belongings, and went downstairs to ready Moe for departure.\nAt the stables the heart of Eden nearly stopped-\nMoe was gone.\n\n\n\nPart Three:"}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "Part Three:\n\nThe rain finally let up and the sun pierced the sky as Eden scrambled to the nearest gate; courtly and more magnificent than the one he entered through the night prior.  He stood on white\nmarble stone, gazing in every direction hoping to spot the pony.  And there he was, Moe, rummaging through herbs in a nearby glade of trees.\n\n\"Moe you old bugger! You scared me stiff.\" Said Eden as he approched.\n\n\"Yep, yep.\" Responded Moe with a smile full of chives.\n\n\"Now listen close, the woods are not safe for us, stay close and don't wander off alone, understood.\" Said Eden gravely.\n\n\"Yep.\"\n\nThey returned to the Bastion courtyard and spent the afternoon lounging there (alas, as was his tendency, Eden had completely forgotten his conversation with Akron).  Blue wizards and\nother folk bustled around them in the market square, paying little heed to the two.  One face though seem rather interested.  It was a Corvid, a rather rare sight for this place.  He approached\nand spoke.\n\n\"How is your stay going Sage?\" Said the Corvid.\nEden instantly recognized the voice.  It was the disagreeable voice he had heard over the gate intercom.\nCautious, Eden looked at him, his eyes flickered blue, and said nothing.\n\nThe condescending Corvid continued.\n\"I see.  Well, don't get ancy.  You two are not permitted to leave just yet.  Follow me.\"\n\n\nPart Four:"}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "Part Four:\n\nLofi beat music played.  It was evening in the Blue Wizard Bastion, and a Friday.  Electric pink and blue neon candles flickered everywhere; in the courtyards and in the high\nwindows of towers.  The Blue Wizards did not endulge quite like the Yellows, though they did enjoy themselves.  Drones carried colorful cocktails around the grounds, some shaped like\nhummingbirds, others like crows.  \n\nThe disagreeable Corvid gate keeper had brought Eden and Moe to a high tower quarters earlier in the day.  Eden went along with it out of curiosity more than anything, not feeling the intuition\nto resist just yet.\n\n\"Eden, we have not seen eye to eye, and that is OK.  You do not like me.  Please though, let us forget that and move forward.\"  Said the Corvid calmly.\n\nEden, sitting with Moe at his side, nodded without a word.\n\n\"Two things; I know there is a shadow in the woods nearby following you, and I know what Akron has told you.\"\n\nEden sighed and thought to himself- \"Christ, you aloof fool, how did I forget that Akron conversation.\"\n\nThe Corvid continued.\n\"We know of the Nameless. We know the 33 Sacred Trees of the realm are being systematically dismantled.  We know you and this pony earnestly seek the grandest one of them all- The Great Magical\nMagnolia Tree.\"\n\nBefore Eden could respond, the ground began to shake violently.\n\n\nPart Five:\n\nThe Corvid gate keeper lay dead in the high chamber, crushed beneath a falling stone.  The ground rumbled.  Eden gave him a final look, with eyes flickered a blazing blue, thinking to himself-\n\n\"How did a foreigner manage to control the gate?\""}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "\"How did a foreigner manage to control the gate?\"\n\nA scroll brimmed with gold had fell out of the Corvid's pocket.  Eden took it.\nHe mounted Moe and made for the stairs.  \n\nThe moment was intense.  It was dark, fires spread in the Bastion, stones fell, people cried, animals lay dead.  The yellow Joy Staff of Eden showed its\npurpose in this moment- it glowed yellow and white light whilst also warming the hearts of Eden and Moe.  It had the power to transmit not only light and color, but also love and joy.  This was\nnecessary at times because Eden had bouts of forgetfulness, darkness, and rage.  \n\nHe found a pink neon light in a courtyard and unrolled the scroll. It read:\n\n\"Jagger, keep the blue wizard Sage Eden who rides a fell pony away from that which follows him from the woods.  This is our highest priority.  Do whatever is necessary. - LD\"\n\nThe rumbling stopped, and all was still.\n\n\nPart Six:\n\nOutside the castle walls was tranquility, oddly enough.  There was no sign of the tumultuous earthquake.  All there was to see was a rolling countryside, under a spring sun.  Eden was befuddled.\n\n\"Moe my herb chomping friend, was that destruction a dream?  I fear that everything we just experienced was a spell- an illusion.\"\n\n\"Yep yep.\" The pony said.\n\n\"Did that disagreeable Corvid really perish?  Did those stones really crash?\" Added Eden to himself.  \n\"Who is L and why does he want Moe?\""}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "They had arrived to the Blue Wizard Bastion in search of restful sleep, and instead, alas, they had found nothing but questions.\nEden rode Moe to a nearby knoll.  They overlooked a beautiful view of blue lakes, forests, streams, and small homesteads, nearly forgetting all the troubles that followed them.  \n\nA hummingbird appeared and swirled around their heads.  It hovered around the rune marked on Moe's hind leg, seemingly studying it.  It sang the melody of a Bowie song that Eden\nloved, and intuition told Moe this bird was OK.  \n\nEden smiled and looked up and spoke. \n\"Hello friend, your music is delightful, and you are welcome to join us on our journey.  Good company is hard to come by these days.\"\n\nSo it was to be, the three stood on that knoll, deciding where fate should take them next.\n\n\nPart Seven:\n\nIt was a Sunday.  The sun was shining and a light breeze lingered with scents of white flowers.  \n\n\"Ah, Magnolias...\" Eden sighed, and fell into a state of deep no-thought.\n\nHe lounged in the grass on that pretty knoll outside the Bastion, with his best friend Moe, and his new friend the Bowie-whistling hummingbird (yet to be named...actually, how about Starman, yes, Starman).  \n\nThe peaceful day turned into an equally agreeable twilight and eventually a sunset so beautiful it would startle even The Beasts.  He wished with all his heart that he could stay in this moment, on\nthis spot, for all eternity.\n\n\nPart Eight:"}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "Part Eight:\n\nIt was time to depart.  They spent another evening back in the Bastion, joined by their new friend Ziggy the hummingbird.  Eden had a few friends he wanted to check in with, and other loose\nends attend to.  These included: a software update for his digital tablet, a staff tuning and polish, a hair and beard trim, withdrawing some coin, packing a few food items and tea for the road.\nBy the end of preparation, Moe was looking a bit heavy, though not of heart.  \n\nIt should be noted, as was his tendency, Eden had completely forgotten about the Corvid scroll.  It was like a dream that drifts away quickly from one's memory.   In Eden's world, he maintained\na somewhat weak grasp of the past and future; so firmly was he rooted in the present moment (to a fault perhaps).  \n\nThe three comapanions felt fresh.  It was a crisp spring morning, Eden drank a coffee in the main square, whispering The Blue Prayers to himself, whilst the other two waited beside the grand front entrance.  \nHe approched them with a vigor and smile.\n\n\"Well then, my friends it is time to re-join the road I reckon.  Let us be off.  I am forgetful as a stump, though I do remember that which is most important.  We are to ride northwest from here,\nto the hills and onwards to mountains and eventually to the seas.  Akron knows the lore of the 33 trees better than I, and I shall trust my old friend in these matters.\n\"Yep.\" Replied Moe.\n\nEden continued.  \n\"And...as for the shadow in the woods that tracks us, I am not sure how to broach that.  I will pay it no mind for now.  Afterall we should not ruminate on the evils of the past.\""}
{"id": "e1f617ce-decb-4049-a76f-60f5eb7f16a9-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:27.58", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdGyNSdTgavUrqAtCG46kFfUAyVfc9NrvYxjfGk5ARCHM", "txHash": "0x0ae5fac660b20f75dcd0759c2764a1e9c62940d507991f967dafcb7ef093c2cd", "createdAtBlock": 14749254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZ6gi2YpoWUfqua1XLvnKbrd7jc1E9f6BfhCk5ueidvZi", "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "As they trotted off, the intuition of the wizard became cloudy.  Fear quietly crept into a corner of his heart.\n\n\nPart Nine:\n\nEden was at an impasse in his mind.  He could go one of two ways; south through The Wild corridor, or northwest along the mountain\ntrail above the Sacred Pillars.  The destination was the house of Akron, who was on an island in the Archepelgo.  Akron was of an old holy\nline of sea people and he held deep lore; documents from Atlantis among them.  \n\nThe purpose and destiny of Eden and Moe was simple;\nthough enormously important and time sensitive- locate The Great Magical Magnolia Tree (Eldest of the Sacred 33 Trees planted in the\nforgotten time).\n\nEden, Moe, and Ziggy sat around a fire.  Stars flickered white above.  It was night and they had just finished their first day on the road.\n\n\"The way south is long, though safer.  The way north is short yet perilous.  Alas, I am at a loss for intuition.\" Said Eden to the sky.\n\n\"Can I be of help?\" said a new voice, deep and mysterious and startling.\n\nThe three turned to look and out of the dark night appeared a gruesome looking Soul.  It was a Corvid-looking creature; once a living\nwizard.  He dragged one foot as he walked.  \n\nEden grabbed his staff.\n\"That's close enough, tell us your name and purpose.  Wait now...you are the one who has been tracking us I presume.\"\n\nThe dead Corvid was silent for a minute.\n\n\"I am.  And through my dark arts I created the destructive illusion you experienced.  Forgive me.  It was necessary though I do not have the\ntime to explain.  I am a defector.\""}
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{"id": "0766df4d-e6e9-46c4-a282-8790d9b0fb93-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:34.577", "backgroundColor": "#542a65", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYdbkXHc77raxnB8MgXndscK88fmMrscAiHMWXc6rEDEo", "txHash": "0xd98751ffeec97044f7d058c5f09c6cf38d5fcfc6b4f9bdb90b1fb5ec9e2eb82e", "createdAtBlock": 13894882, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2241, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Angus of Mu", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Angus of Mu\n\nGood morrow, fellow wizard! Thou may call me Angus, Battle Mage of Mu. I came across this book rather haphazardly and felt called upon to leave words of mine own. Whilst Ihail from the absent city, I remember not of it. I vividly retain much of what I have acquired in terms of battle magic from the Lost Monks of Mu, however. Tis no small feat to acquire the proficiency I wield of the Great Winds afterall. Thus, I intend to utilize this most gracious gift to see mine evergreen quest to completion.Iyearn to locate the savior of the lostthe being of great power whom none seem able to locate, the one who dost ringeth with such calmness. Perhaps the one they call Magus Wazir will yet aid my quest to retrieve my fond memories and locate the once great city of Mu.While I have yet had luck inway of contacting the elusive dream master, my quest has provided me with great tales of adventure. Much wisdom has been garnered through these trials. Yet, the greatest mark of knowledge bestowed upon me is the practice of benevolence towardfellow beings. Regardless of creed, shape, or form, it is we beings that do act as the life force for this great world. Thus, I have pledged the power of the Great Winds to aid others that require a gentle breeze to guide their sails toward that which they seek. Thou acquaintance is most welcome should thee find me in our great world, friend. May my zephyr surely guide thee toward succor."}
{"id": "0d9fff19-259b-4238-90e3-70b56a6d7afb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:35.243", "backgroundColor": "#3e1414", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR3QeN84hBt3XfFzt4bNKbEbjeQZyZ19orgteeEktyjP9", "txHash": "0x2c67d977ff3fac5c0ab98d363d6effed591dcc07e539c70d3358f93b84e31d4b", "createdAtBlock": 13895563, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4807, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Talbot of the Keep", "text": "# An Interview with Alchemist Talbot of the Keep\n\nTired of quest-talk, politics, and magical hypotheses, Talbot has made his mark on the world by opening and running the only _no-magic wizard-only_ bar in the realm.\n\n> Come and hang out at The Keep, but by Merlins beard- no magic in my f*cking bar.\n\nIn an exclusive interview with this passionately dedicated Wizard, we explore his approach to music, magic, and a good time.\n\nInterviewer: Hey Talbot! How are you doing?\n \nTalbot: Pretty good! Were having a great year here down at the Keep, business is thriving and I think were at the beginning of something really special.\n \nInterviewer: So tell me, what is the Keep?\n \nTalbot: The Keep is the only no-magic wizard-only bar in the realm. We dont allow any magic so people can focus on the music, ale, and good vibes. Too often nowadays people are relying on magic for a good time and use it as an excuse to be d*cks to each other. The world is about more than magic, even for us wizards!\n \nInterviewer: Oh! So youre a wizard yourself?\n\nTalbot: Oh for sure! Thats how I know magic isnt all that! If you ask me, it causes a whole lot more problems that it solves. More magic, more problems."}
{"id": "0d9fff19-259b-4238-90e3-70b56a6d7afb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:35.243", "backgroundColor": "#3e1414", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR3QeN84hBt3XfFzt4bNKbEbjeQZyZ19orgteeEktyjP9", "txHash": "0x2c67d977ff3fac5c0ab98d363d6effed591dcc07e539c70d3358f93b84e31d4b", "createdAtBlock": 13895563, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4807, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Talbot of the Keep", "text": "Interviewer: Thats an interesting position! How did you come to that conclusion?\n \nTalbot: People think magic can solve all your problems. They think because we can teleport and manifest matter out of nothingness it means our lives are smooth sailing. Well, not really, wizards are getting into battles and fights all the time, evil souls are targeting us with hexes and curses, and were always accidentally summoning things we didnt intend. Wizards have all the problems humans have plus a load of more complicated ones!\n \nInterviewer: Wow! So having no magic at the Keep must make your life easier then?\n \nTalbot: No doubt! The Keep is a safer place without magic. All the vibes are exclusively generated by wizards having a good time with each other and the music, with no extra faff. The only magic here is in the music. Upstairs we have a listening bar, on the middle floor we have a load of couches for chilling out and in the basement we have a club. Its a great time.\n \nInterviewer: What is your key to a great time?\n \nTalbot: Its all love baby! If you and your family are safe and healthy, you can hang out with your friends, AND listen to good music? Youre as lucky as a wizard can get.\n\nInterviewer: What kind of music do you play at the Keep?\n \nTalbot: We play all kinds of music. At the moment were enjoying jazz, house, electro, indie-rock, and K-Pop(Kobold Pop).\n\nInterviewer: Sounds great! Thanks for talking to me today. Do you have anything else to share with our readers?\n\nTalbot: Music is the answer, the key to love is understanding, and no magic in my f*cking bar!\n \nInterviewer: Thank you!"}
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{"id": "0e2bdce7-1295-4474-a965-26e511afe25a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:08:36.967", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdwcfuy2Uo8nX3cMf2SH2DZ1pBvoagNv2zMRY3SfiFvB5", "txHash": "0x005bc7ad3830bf7efc263c11203e7e7201f34b189b7ee3d330acc8b58d7a2457", "createdAtBlock": 13895712, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4542, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Brambles\n\nA rustling comes from deep within The Thorn and Ursula emerges, in her perfectly unscathed cape and also wearing a wry smile.   Though she might appear to be a simple witch from the brown hat clan -- dependable and loyal to her friends -- she and her venomous green toad make formidible allies.\n\n\"Her magic spells have a way of forcing her into your thoughts, and she'll seem remain lodged there, often for years\" commended the innkeeper from the nearby village, a worried expression creasing his brow.\n\nThe sky begins to darken, is a tempest about to roll in from the stormy sea or is this the work of the witch?  \n\nHer wooden stave, fashioned from the Tree of Life might look like just another \"dumb stick\" but several villagers who made the mistake of mocking it seemed to come down with a variety of obscure illnesses and conditions not long after their insults were so cavalierly hurled.\n\nHer familiar green toad has a venom on his skin that, when touched, causes a condition the townspeople call \"The Green Veil\" whereby a persons skin, hair, and even eyes all turn a deep green shade of green.   Might Ursula's prolonged contact with the toad explain her own green complexion or are there other more sinister magics at work?"}
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{"id": "a8ab85eb-5fac-4a79-ab90-f84207188de5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:47.34", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmajupq7bc6WWxnZ2Hungnu6d9QQ6WjB6aSweEeJ4w9rEE", "txHash": "0x41272f4ab2197c12a69934b95d04b5268a5069d1639bb08f8879376e9a736e27", "createdAtBlock": 13896580, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7473, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Voidoth of the Wold", "text": "# Sins of the Archmagus \n\nWhen the carriage stopped rolling, Voidoth clambered out the door that was now a ceiling-hatch, staff first.\n\nWhile his protective spells had kept him from any harm more significant than having his mask knocked astray, the ambush had laid waste to the carriage, the horses, the driver and the surrounding trees, which smoldered all around him.\n\nThe spell had struck without triggering any of Voidoth's clairvoyant runes of warding, which meant that it had been launched by an adept of significant power... or one familiar with his preparations. Neither was a comforting possibility.\n\nHe stood erect on the akimbo carriage to survey the landscape for threats. Lifting his staff he cast a spell to illuminate the smoky battleground with a stark blue-white light.\n\nThere, a hundred yards down the road, stood a figure he recognized, if only by the pale mask it wore... a mirror of his own.\n\n\"Aamon,\" he breathed.\n\n\"So sorry to startle you from your reverie,\" the other called back. \"But how else could I get your attention... brother?\""}
{"id": "e4208ebe-00a1-4a80-b5d8-b3e881345bce-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:48.392", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbRe5G43ZLLc3uXvWqo5j8BE22knCahGejm5mHGH8E9G7", "txHash": "0x67c9b30f1d71c668b7cf18146568526f0bb15732e9e3f3326a5384d35b32b235", "createdAtBlock": 13896643, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9579, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Od0N9BF2ADTIEesVLr8UEcQEAQndrQDZP2XHDl3mo38GyvW3u0AmpSVMoJqIj-ejd9SwZYwpxf-4QFVNzfwWtCw6wCOw-HIysf595uexyhKraJJPMHDa7UaOuBN7SXIy2cSB31lm", "name": "Augurer Ali of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Augurer Ali of the Tower\n\nYou thought that shit in LOTR was fake?  It was a documentary.  Middle earth was the prior epoch.  Listen up.\n\n\n\n\n\n Im augerer Ali, the master of your dreams.  Here at the pub to learn ya some lore.  Were about 1,333 years in the future.  Were in the Runiverse.  We used dream masters to make it so folks from 2021 could ascend here, although Id say some moroney-like dumbshit like only 177k would ascend as saints or something, but I truly dont know.  I do dreams, not keys.\n\nWho am I?  A piece of shit mostly.  Dreaming.  Always dreaming.  And right.  Righteous in fact.  Thats who I was.  Thats certainly who I was\n\nNot so perfect anymore Id say.  I dont know what hurts more.  Is it how far Ive fallen or how many years I spent with my head in the clouds with the apathetic?  Living in Elysium not considering the world below.  They kick you out of the nest, or you kick yourself out because holy shit their brew of Elysian Fields is the worst one.  High and mighty.  Right.  Righteous.  FUCK.  OFF.\n\nThe last one of me was way better.  A carpenter.  I didnt have to do anything because I was reincarnated in the metaverse.  I wont ever have to feel the pain of toiling in the soil like the browns.\n\nNo one could blame em.  Simple life is happinessif you can be happy with it.  The fact not all can is why we cant have nice things.  Or at least not ALL of us canyet.\n\nWho am I?\n\nI am.\n\nAli."}
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{"id": "bb01985c-913a-4b6b-bc0a-81c99d953de8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:49.576", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXus3VbBDHpMwus3hLekBjMQNxSBoPyg2rpaDqiwUf6ZG", "txHash": "0xd05dc5c6f072877d8602a17f5cdc5a1fc5065468597e56c8b5f1863c99d4ccfa", "createdAtBlock": 13896667, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8792, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nosferatu", "text": "# Nosferatu\n\nWhat is evil?  \n\nIt's not love.\n\nWe are...\n\nChoices?"}
{"id": "9a1c51b4-1ade-475e-a5f4-8dc49bb6ca37-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:50.43", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZd6vdv7A4DNgDLF6DmicJYRummRbpNhKxm9oHzbh15xK", "txHash": "0x8064c9f40582af7856f6bdfb461e537cc0cf2c15d175cbe7fefe23056b45fe56", "createdAtBlock": 13896689, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 518, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Nicolas of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Nicolas of the Tower\n\nIt ain't much, but it's honest work.  \n\nI've always worn that reality as a feather in my cap. \n\n\nMe, my cock, and ball.  Or should I say \"once upon a time\"...two paths, both leading to great stories.\n\nHow long can we sustain a binary existence."}
{"id": "a7aabf42-34d1-4094-8e89-c4cca5e2001a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:51.315", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfLkRuKAd3tPsFj7rV4jDMp3pHJnKefiCN85SHhvXfBC6", "txHash": "0x82fae287197dedf8f6617d58d34332a041d64affa81aa3a21daa269ac9114e5e", "createdAtBlock": 13896941, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6865, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Zelda of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Arcanist Zelda of the Wood\n\nZelda's exact whereabouts are currently unknown -- and may never be known -- but prophecy suggests that whoever possesses her will be rewarded with riches on a cosmic scale\n\nAs time passes, memories of her have faded to legend and townfolk continue to speculate about the myth of Zelda over their cups of ale, late into the night as a fire roars in the hearth at the Inn.\n\n\"The last explorer to find her was granted a wish of an entire castle made from solid gold\" one villager whispers urgently to the next.\n\nCan anyone truly possess this mythical arcanist?  It is said that she works with fire magic (using candles frequently) to grant wishes for those fortunate enough to locate her.\n\n\"In past ages she was known to inhabit the deep woods to the south and west of Dream Master Lake\" said the town blacksmith to a table of captivated listeners.  \n\nEveryone has stopped drinking their ale and is paying careful attention.  The room has gone silent.  \n\nA cloaked stranger who has been smoking tabac silently from the edge of the table -- face cast in shadows -- finally speaks up.   The stranger is stroking a small brown pet rat.\n\n\"And if you did manage to find Zelda.  What would you wish for?\""}
{"id": "5410a36f-5165-4848-b9c0-7f0d0e154ea7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:52.012", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNPwg524S2RKwoXGiNfFuuNJD4wwCdtWsWCynG2VnuQFY", "txHash": "0x0d8b830336c65bfe38cbbeb6cf744684aba7fdb05c66e0b0e9723bc4c10e8c92", "createdAtBlock": 13897324, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2368, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Wazir of the Wood", "text": "# Wazir's Way\n\nThe Kobold smirked as he opened the small box to reveal a slender, severed finger.\n\n\"Lord Sharx of the Nightmare Dominion sends his regards... for your wife.\"\n\nWazir's features were hidden behind his helm. But his yellow eyes flickered for a moment.\n\n\"Should you wish to see the rest of her unharmed, it would be wise if you follow my directions to the letter.\" The Kobold closed the box and replaced it in his bag. He withdrew a scroll with a series of instructions in spiky, spidery lettering, but hesitated as the sorcerer began to perform a series of ominous hand movements.\n\nThe air between them began to shimmer.\n\n\"Wait!\" cried the Kobold. \"I am just the messenger!\"\n\nWazir completed the spell. Immediately there was a surge of terrific heat, followed by screams.\n\n\"Now you're the message.\""}
{"id": "e75c4460-c7ac-43ee-a778-e92b167e6625-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:07.008", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPHViWq7yCKrk43te6t72ZC8XFHZpBfifp5WjfmpykaCv", "txHash": "0x6f2f19631094d8aa3eb55a0c2799ab443576b239b1b1a0020dc0fee5e1d266c5", "createdAtBlock": 14634530, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3225, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Eden of the Mist", "text": "The being of the forest gathers to hear what the old wizard had to say. Every full moon he comes to the forest to play. \n\nStories of old and stories of new. The old wizard begins his tale when the moon turns blue."}
{"id": "cb0d49d5-d545-4d5c-a733-bd45a8138d7d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:53.413", "backgroundColor": "#212436", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRtyxbo75mNmfVNyPn573pLxeBvK2XopsCKWcGaGDCG1G", "txHash": "0x6e4264d77501e612657429cbdb12ab22d72b824bed358258d185861e529e4f32", "createdAtBlock": 13897455, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1016, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Allistair ", "text": "# The Life of Allistair\n\n\"What do you live for Allistair?\"\n\nAsked Blue Rat.\n\nAllistair pondered...\n\n\"Rat....my life has been guided by three passions: desire for love, knowledge, and unfathomable sympathy for mankind's suffering. These impulses have blown me around like tremendous winds, across an ocean of sorrow, to the brink of despair.\n\n\nI've hunted for Love because the bliss it brought me was is so intense that I would give everything for it. That horrible loneliness when one shivering awareness glances over the edge of the globe into the cold unfathomable dead abyss. I found it because in the union of love I saw a mystic microcosm of the paradise that saints and poets envisaged. This is what I wanted, and this is what I have found.\n\n\nI pursued knowledge with similar zeal. I longed to know men's hearts. I've wondered why the stars glow. And I've attempted to grasp the Pythagorean power of number over flux. I have accomplished a bit, but not much.\n\n\nLove and wisdom led to the sky as far as they could. But sympathy always pulled me down. My heart echoes with agony screams. Famine-stricken children, tormented victims, helpless elderly men burdening their sons, and a world of loneliness, hunger, and agony make a mockery of human existence. I want to help, yet I am powerless to do so.\nThis is my life. I enjoyed it and would do it again if given the chance.\n\nInspired by Bertrand Russell"}
{"id": "440cde26-e8d4-4ddb-bac5-3a7fad38576d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:54.221", "backgroundColor": "#a07622", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaZ5YV7DnFfcgG1mCqyQcCKXy9VhgcDucpT4eo3erRRXJ", "txHash": "0x23adbc01b8ba1da59d054c784f9d5c35c7810658eb3c082a3f9cd78a01409f7f", "createdAtBlock": 13897627, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5167, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Orpheus of the Veil", "text": "# The Lore of  Orpheus of the Veil\n\n1 In the beginning Orpheus created the heavens and the Runiverse. \n\n2 Now the Runiverse was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Orpheus was hovering over the waters.\n\n**3**And Orpheus said, Let there be light, and there was light. \n\n**4**Orpheus saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. \n\n**5**Orpheus called the light day, and the darkness he called night. And there was evening, and there was morningthe first day.\n\n**6**And Orpheus said, Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water. \n\n**7**So Orpheus made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so. \n\n**8**Orpheus called the vault sky. And there was evening, and there was morningthe second day.\n\n**9**And Orpheus said, Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear. And it was so. \n\n**10**Orpheus called the dry ground land, and the gathered waters he called seas. And Orpheus saw that it was good.\n\n**11**Then Orpheus said, Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds. And it was so. \n\n**12**The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And Orpheus saw that it was good. \n\n**13**And there was evening, and there was morningthe third day."}
{"id": "440cde26-e8d4-4ddb-bac5-3a7fad38576d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:54.221", "backgroundColor": "#a07622", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaZ5YV7DnFfcgG1mCqyQcCKXy9VhgcDucpT4eo3erRRXJ", "txHash": "0x23adbc01b8ba1da59d054c784f9d5c35c7810658eb3c082a3f9cd78a01409f7f", "createdAtBlock": 13897627, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5167, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Orpheus of the Veil", "text": "**13**And there was evening, and there was morningthe third day.\n\n**14**And Orpheus said, Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, \n\n**15A**nd let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light in the Runiverse. And it was so. \n\n**16**Orpheus made two great lightsthe greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. \n\n**17**Orpheus set them in the vault of the sky to give light in the Runiverse, \n\n**18T**o govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. And Orpheus saw that it was good.\n\n**19**And there was evening, and there was morningthe fourth day.\n\n**20**And Orpheus said, Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly in the Runiverse across the vault of the sky. \n\n**21**So Orpheus created the great creatures of the sea and every living thing with which the water teems and that moves about in it, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And Orpheus saw that it was good. \n\n**22**Orpheus blessed them and said, Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase in the Runiverse. \n\n**23**And there was evening, and there was morningthe fifth day.\n\n**24**And Orpheus said, Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: the livestock, the creatures that move along the ground, and the wild animals, each according to its kind. And it was so."}
{"id": "440cde26-e8d4-4ddb-bac5-3a7fad38576d-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:54.221", "backgroundColor": "#a07622", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaZ5YV7DnFfcgG1mCqyQcCKXy9VhgcDucpT4eo3erRRXJ", "txHash": "0x23adbc01b8ba1da59d054c784f9d5c35c7810658eb3c082a3f9cd78a01409f7f", "createdAtBlock": 13897627, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5167, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Orpheus of the Veil", "text": "**25**Orpheus made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And Orpheus saw that it was good.\n\n**26**Then Orpheus said, Let us make Wizards in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,[a] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.\n\n**27**So Orpheus created Wizards in his own image,`\n `in the image of Orpheus he created them;`\n `male and female he created them.\n\n**28**Orpheus blessed them and said to them, Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.\n\n**29**Then Orpheus said, I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole Runiverse and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. \n\n**30**And to all the beasts of the Runiverse and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the groundeverything that has the breath of life in itI give every green plant for food. And it was so.\n\n**31**Orpheus saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morningthe sixth day.\n\n**32**Thus the heavens and the Runiverse were completed in all their vast array.\n\n**33**By the seventh day Orpheus had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work."}
{"id": "440cde26-e8d4-4ddb-bac5-3a7fad38576d-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:54.221", "backgroundColor": "#a07622", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaZ5YV7DnFfcgG1mCqyQcCKXy9VhgcDucpT4eo3erRRXJ", "txHash": "0x23adbc01b8ba1da59d054c784f9d5c35c7810658eb3c082a3f9cd78a01409f7f", "createdAtBlock": 13897627, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5167, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Orpheus of the Veil", "text": "**34**Then Orpheus blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done."}
{"id": "83a367b0-dd05-49b9-8519-3d3b0c9a74c2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:55.383", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQbyRY44i4FyYprzGwVHADYzxkKkqiaiHeDuVDW5HeucX", "txHash": "0x0040c27a61fbfdf0181811238c6fe84ad8792261196dd2941a697af839d41008", "createdAtBlock": 13897709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8401, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Lumos of the Quantum Downs", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Lumos of the Quantum Downs\n\nIn the humble dawn of the shadow, our planet sleeps, waiting for its jury to arrive. One fine day, a hero emerges from the light. \n\nThough he be but a humble servant, he carries in his wake an exciting and excruciating secret. Some kind of trickery to bend space and time itself.\n\nHis long-awaited awakening triggers a thousand new births and deaths in simultaneity, singing his praises and lamenting his arrival. \n\n\"Bow to your benevolent leader,\" he says. \"I am Lumos. See me roar.\""}
{"id": "f56cb8bd-b444-4e44-bf6c-3498d0ad52ab-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:09:56.17", "backgroundColor": "#1c232a", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVMQhYqgqR5sBmQyjHGkuRpA9MH9NzaVRkkHdTxoizJZt", "txHash": "0x292277d9340ce5e00c2685508d291046f728a45d57dbd095ad7ff7fe17ec69f7", "createdAtBlock": 13897784, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1016, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Allistair ", "text": "# The Life of Allistair\n\n\"What do you live for Allistair?\"\n\nAsked Blue Rat.\n\nAllistair pondered...\n\n\"Rat....my life has been guided by three passions: desire for love, knowledge, and unfathomable sympathy for mankind's suffering. These impulses have blown me around like tremendous winds, across an ocean of sorrow, to the brink of despair.\n\nI've hunted for Love because the bliss it brought me was is so intense that I would give everything for it. That horrible loneliness when one shivering awareness glances over the edge of the globe into the cold unfathomable dead abyss. I found it because in the union of love I saw a mystic microcosm of the paradise that saints and poets envisaged. This is what I wanted, and this is what I have found.\n\nI pursued knowledge with similar zeal. I longed to know men's hearts. I've wondered why the stars glow. And I've attempted to grasp the Pythagorean power of number over flux. I have accomplished a bit, but not much.\n\nLove and wisdom led to the sky as far as they could. But sympathy always pulled me down. My heart echoes with agony screams. Famine-stricken children, tormented victims, helpless elderly men burdening their sons, and a world of loneliness, hunger, and agony make a mockery of human existence. I want to help, yet I am powerless to do so. This is my life. I enjoyed it and would do it again if given the chance.\n\nInspired by Bertrand Russell"}
{"id": "7d58ed92-b7c3-4d2d-aef8-71eb3d5f4a24-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:13.535", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSHDLsoGvVhyMAn8woGoTfip3VFQZ9w4gZCVCQZDNnTgw", "txHash": "0xb33d6895fc1f7dba18960c9f3c8715ba19cca1063e9010d76b1a18f9c7442316", "createdAtBlock": 13906553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 674, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Moloch of Xanadu", "text": "# The Lore of Necromancer Moloch of Xanadu\n\nEvery day was a busy day for Moloch.  Necromancy by night, general administration for the Forum of Lactose Intolerant Canaanites and Kobolds by day.  Today was one of those busy days too, not only was there the new slogan to be brainstormed for FLICK, but there was a long list of corpses to raise once the sun was down.  Time for any grazing, was there heck!\n\n\"Pipistrello!\"\n\nPip opened one eye and glanced over at her master, who was sat upside down in his seat.  \"Ah, no, maybe it's me that's hanging upside down...\", thought Pip.\n\n\"Be a love, and pop to the shops to get me some skull-wax please?  Tell them to put it on the slate.\"\n\nMoloch watched as the ever obediant Pip flapped her way out of the window, over the tree tops and through the valley to the little cluster of shops just to the south of his tower.  \n\n\"For hoof's sake, stop procrastinating\", thought Moloch.  He turned his attention back to the slogan.  It needed to be something memorable, something to really distill that discomfort and the bloating, this wasn't a joking matter.  The irony wasn't lost on Moloch though, having an intolerance to your own secretions was disappointing to say the least - especially given his addiction Brown Cow's psychedelic cappuccinos.\n\nCappuccino's your kick, but makes you feel sick?  Canaanite or Kobold, come join us at FLICK!\n\nAwful.  Simply awful.  \n\nMilk make you gassy?  No need to feel sassy.  NO.  That's actually worse.\n\nIt was going to be a long day..."}
{"id": "3b21cfd0-ab57-4b4a-8fb0-42d22add8942-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:09.897", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT1UzggckjEDzyjMvvYUNbmND8rbBEwN7ZTEwwkKnTBNJ", "txHash": "0xe86a8ecba40ccff73ff7416cfcfda7367bd0771157c2183052d044d8edafda33", "createdAtBlock": 13921116, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Lamia of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Druid Lamia of the Brambles\n\nTroubles began to stir in the Brambles, a small village west of Aldo's Isle where a vast financial hub had developed that funded entities and kingdoms across the land.\n\nBankruptcy was driving all sorts of people to madness, and that madness was manifested through violence.\n\nLamia stayed at the family estate, which was a relic of greater days where lavish parties were held, all sorts of artistic wizardry was displayed. Stunning events by any measure.\n\nTo this day the people of Brambles and all surrounding islands still talk about the overgenerous events held at the estate. \n\"The Manic Mansion\" they use to call it, in reference to the all the manic themes, entertainment and things that party attendees were exposed to.\n\nToday the Manic Mansion looked beatdown, unfettered , and run down by all sorts of wild weeds and shrubbery.\n\nLamias parents, who had left the house in her care while they were away to attend to a family friend in times of hardship, were still getting used to the troubled times that had befallen the country.\n\nIt was a quiet evening when Lamia heard a knock on the door of the Mansion, upon opening the door Lamia was greeted by a messenger shroud who deposited a letter and disappeared promptly afterwards.\n\nThe Letter did not go through the post office, she concluded that it was a private shroud that had delivered this, only owned by some of the most powerful families in the land.\n\nUpon opening the letter a look of dread had befallen Lamias face.\n\nDear Lamia, it with a heavy heart that I must inform you of the incompetence of your parents. I would have liked them to tell you this themselves but after being given ample chance had refused to do so.\n\nYour parents have been smuggling money out of the country in order to escape paying back their debts, debts they owned ME."}
{"id": "3b21cfd0-ab57-4b4a-8fb0-42d22add8942-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:09.897", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT1UzggckjEDzyjMvvYUNbmND8rbBEwN7ZTEwwkKnTBNJ", "txHash": "0xe86a8ecba40ccff73ff7416cfcfda7367bd0771157c2183052d044d8edafda33", "createdAtBlock": 13921116, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5134, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Lamia of the Brambles", "text": "This letter is to inform you that you will have 2 moons to come up with the 100 bars of Tungsten that are owed or the next delivery will include to neatly packaged Druid heads.\n\nSincerely,\nNarcissa\n\n\nThe Coldness of the letter was the most terrifying thing about it, it seemed like the person behind it was someone who wasnt a stranger to violence. She had never heard of the name Narcissa, but she wasnt going to take any chances on wether or not this was serious.\n\n100 bars of Tungsten was practically impossible to find in 2 moons, but first she needed to contact her family friend and make sure this wasnt a prank.\n\nAfter multiple attempts of scrying for her parents, she had finally found them, this wasnt good news, the Crystal was pointing to the Vampire Mist."}
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{"id": "f96f54de-f733-4fca-94c0-55752322ec7c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:09.991", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXwtsFqWksWHupcojcjkMXxjBQFjQPNDZHo75C4nyStqV", "txHash": "0x5fb06f32323dcd5b63903e2014beacdeb80ff64cd8a20a382afe477e518157df", "createdAtBlock": 13950501, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3076, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Zaros of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Illusionist Zaros of the Hall\n\nLittle is known about the mysterious Zaros. In a previous life, he was just a humble apple merchant, but after a certain wicked queen nearly murdered a certain beloved princess with a poisoned apple,  apples fell out of vogue in favor of oranges and his shop went bankrupt.  Completely destitute, with only a single gold piece to his name, Zaros responded to an ad posted in the local tavern that went something like \"Learn magic in 1 week! Only 1 gold piece! Also, we buy houses all cash!\" With nothing left to lose, Zaros went to the workshop, invested his remaining gold, and miraculously DIDN'T get horribly ripped off. They actually taught him something useful, some basic illusion magic that was just flashy enough to impress a layman.\n\nZaros polished up his skills with a bit more self study and tried for a career as a performer at children's birthday parties. Unfortunately, this enterprise didn't take off either. Apparently it's something about his pallid complexion and grim expression that put off the kids, they said he looked like a zombie, and when he tried smiling to make himself seem more affable, half the time that just made them burst into tears. After so many setbacks in life, Zaros was on the verge of giving up on everything. He had actually climbed to the top of the Sacred Pillars and was about to hurl himself off to say goodbye to this cruel world, but at that very moment, a magic talking crow flew down from the heavens. They had a deep philosophical conversation about the finality of death, and the crow persuaded Zaros that no matter how tough things got, his life was valuable and worth living."}
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{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Alessar of the Tower\n\nTale One | The Making of a Name \n\nThe night was dark. Not a star shone through the heavy clouds that made their way through the valley earlier in the evening. Barely the tip of his nose was visible, illuminated by the faint ember glow of the crackling pipe just in front of him. Puff. Puff. As the smoke filled his lungs, the wind grew stronger and stronger. It is here, atop The Secret Tower just north of Skylord Rookery, where Alessar sat, piecing together all that had transpired, leading him here. Cold. Dark. Alone. Yet accomplished.\n\nThe story begins but a few days prior. Alessar was there in his keep, a light breeze and the faint scent of salt joining him for his morning coffee. Life was good for old Alessar, at a mere 115 years of age, he had experienced more than most in The Runiverse. But now, life was quiet. It was still. And that was alright with Alessar. He spent every morning here, seated on the balcony, quill in one hand and his pipe in the other, marking down the years past, the stories come and gone, so that those who wonder may know for ages to come.\n\nAlthough seemingly a typical morning at the Keep, it would not stay this way for long.\n\nFar off to the west the sky began to darken, the morning breeze grew fierce. Devos, Alessars Psychic Rabbit, began to stir, hopping around, knocking things over in a fright. In this moment, Alessar knew it would be many a days until he had another morning here at the Keep. The Darkness was coming, and he must prepare. For what? He would soon find out."}
{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "A dark figure began to grow nearer and nearer, as it came into view, Alessar realized it was a Crackerjack Crow, bringing the news of what lie ahead. As he broke the Capitals Seal and unfolded the letter, there it was inscribed, Cleric Bathsheba of the Hills had been taken by The Darkness. The Darkness is not one person, it is not one thing, it is all that bring evil upon this world. A collective force that must be fought against.\n\nAlessar swiftly grabbed his quill and more paper, writing urgently a letter to those he entrusted most. The letter called for a meeting. All were to meet at the west end of Hedge Wizard Wood the morning following. It is here they would craft their plan to take back Cleric Bathsheba from The Darkness.\n\nPacking only the necessities, he pushed them into the saddlebags and mounted his trustful stead, Dunny the Keen. With a kick of his heels they were off. Dust clouds the result of their urgency as they made their way north. Passing through the home of the Kobolds, Alessar came and went. There was no time for lingering with the horde. The Darkness grew greater, the crows flew wilder. Alessar arrived at the meeting point half past moonrise. He tied up Dunny to a nearby tree, collected some wood, and lit a fire to keep those who would arrive yet tonight warm."}
{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "It wasnt long until Drako appeared. Battlemage of the Obelisk. Flame in hand, lighting his way over to where camp was set. He laid down his bag, said his hello, but not much more. A rustling in the trees began just outside of view. Emerging from the brush atop their steads were Enchanter Lumos and Aeromancer Allistair. They, too, had long journeys that day. Greetings were made and eyes were shut, for they knew it would be days until that luxury was upon them again.\n\nThe sun began to rise the next morning. Though the clouds still covered the land, only allowing for a faint grey light to awake the company. While Alessar, Allistair, Lumos, and Drako were asleep, Magus Impy and Magus Jahid, along with Adept Voidith, arrived by night cover. Alessar pulled some chickens eggs and a loaf of rye from his saddle bags and crafted the last proper meal for the weary travels. Lumos had some left over brie in his coat pocket. Passing it over to Alessar, brkfstsndwchs were crafted for all. A final fueling of the souls and the minds before their journey commenced.\n\nAs they sat and ate, a Crackerjack Crow flew down carrying another note from The Capital. Written beneath the seal was a message to head northwest to the Skylord Rookery. It was here that The Darkness was holding Bathsheba hostage. Without a second thought, they trampled out the fire, packed their bags, and mounted their steads. Dust and dirt flying up from the hooves of their companions, they were off. Off to save the soul of Cleric Bathsheba before The Darkness could have its way."}
{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "You might be wondering why Adept Voidith of the Cosmos was along on this journey for their magic is but of darkness. The truth is, only darkness can call upon darkness as it draws near. It was with Adept Voidiths power that The Darkness would be summoned. With The Darkness Summoned, Cleric Bathsheba would not be far away.\n\nNearing the Skylord Rookery, it began to grow darker by each stride. It was here that the company chose to split up, half going west and half going east around the foothills. Those going west rode along The Salts edge in search of The Darkness call. Those going east, Adept Voidith, Magus Jahid, and Archmagus Alessar had a treacherous path ahead. Between the Fur Gnome Wold and the foothills they rode, nearing closer and closer to where The Darkness was sure to be.\n\nWith the elevation changing and the temperatures growing more frigid by the minute, a Crackerjack carrying a message for Magus Jahid landed upon his saddle. This message was calling him home, there were urgent matters to attend to in The Sand. Knowing his mount was of greater endurance than Alessars, he offered up Marengo the Triumphant. Humbly, Alessar accepted this not-to-be-forgotten deed and handed over the reins to Dunny the Keen. With a nod of their heads the three became two as Magus Jahid turned around atop Dunny and headed south."}
{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "Adept Voidith and Alessar broke through the tree line and entered into the clouds. Dark. Cold. Damp. They kept riding. Higher and higher. As rocks turned to snow, they knew they were getting close. Slowing their steeds to a stop, Voidith called out into the darkness, summoning its master. The pull was impossible to withstand. As if a chain were wrapped around his neck, it wrenched him forward into the snow. It was calling them further north, directly to The Secret Tower. A place neither Voidith or Alessar had ever endeavored. As Voidiths deed was done, he shared his desire to depart. Granting this desire, Alessar, atop Marengo, hurried along the ridge line. As the crow flies, the tower was only a few leagues away. It was nearly time to meet The Darkness.\n\nA faint light began to grow more clear as Alessar and Marengo ventured on. As the tower came into site, Alessar realized the light was coming from the lower levels, from the basement. This must be where The Darkness had taken her, Cleric Bathsheba of the Hills, to be offered to The Darkness itself in a burnt offering. Knowing there mustnt be much time left, Alessar dismounted and with a puff of his pipe, was launched forward to the opening of the corridors ember glow. Peering forward, he witness Bathsheba standing, shaking, atop the pedestal, flames surrounding her, no way to escape."}
{"id": "bec3beac-63dd-4386-9420-e68443b39fa1-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:23.184", "backgroundColor": "#c02626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDg6bAvRsquRMoVw3wNRWfStH1Pub8MR5gkqyybhsXnD", "txHash": "0x9f4c3b998934a741ae464b8f5075308e17ae5449d9c7c59f3cc3eee4b37a1fdc", "createdAtBlock": 13908104, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 83, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Tower", "text": "With another puff of his pipe, Bathsheba was lifted up and pulled into Alessars arms. Just in time. It was in this very moment that the flames exploded in size, consuming the entire room, launching Alessar and Bathsheba back outside the opening. With an unexpected landing of soft fur, they looked back to see Marengo lying there, breaking their fall. Out of breadth, sweat falling from their brows, they looked at Marengo, at each other, and sighed. Bathsheba was at a loss for words, she was sure her soul was to be lost forever, never to live again. Alessar assured her that no thanks were in order, it was his calling. Standing up, he gave her his hand and pulled her to her feet. Marengo followed. They climbed atop the noble steed and made their way to the staircase that lead up The Secret Tower. Bathsheba whistled in the oddest of pitches, noting that something would be waiting for her up there. As they neared the top a great white eagle appeared through the parting clouds.\n\nThe eagle and the party of two arrived to the towers top as the sun began to shine through. The Darkness was departing. The quest was complete. Giving a kiss on his wind-blown cheeks, Bathsheba dismounted Marengo and climbed atop the eagle. With a flap of its wings, they lifted off together. An eagle and a soul, still whole, to live another day, to tell another story.\n\nIt was here that Alessar would stay for some time. To ponder and reflect. Until another quest was called upon him. It is here where Alessar got his name. From now until the end of time, the world will know him as none other than Archmagus Alessar of the Tower."}
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{"id": "89586b8b-6d36-4265-b754-2d736e9db990-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:51.273", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbpbgCD4Az4uwDsssh7gWxH8q41Rwsc6jdnASEnyJAAVJ", "txHash": "0x83793d1c532abf248df0c5e0cbd9b7f4f48ea617ddf31cd9f8db1e71fd89fc0d", "createdAtBlock": 13915122, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2123, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Voidoth of the Crag", "text": "# The Lore of Arch-Magician Voidoth of the Crag\n\nArch-Magician Voidoth and the fabled Golden Council have permeated through the lands for epochs.  Popping in and out of many noteworthy historical events whilst always maintaining some level of influence on the realm. The Golden Councils intentions are often unknown and hard to trace as they have been known to calculate their actions in millennia instead of years or days. Even less is known surrounding the origin of this council and its members. However, two facts are certain regarding these beings. First, many if not all members have attained immeasurable wealth and it is even said these beings exist as matter of pure gold. Some Wizards rumor that Golden Skeletons exist in a cursed state a living hell of cold metal doomed by their own greed whilst others proclaim the Golden creatures chose this way of life. Second, the Golden council aims to influence major factions of the realm for their personal gain often wielding their immense amount of gold to achieve their bidding. Many more rumors surround this organization often mixing small details of fact with common wise tales and legends creating further confusion and misunderstanding of the Golden Council. However, one legend stands out as the most widely repeated and revered story. You have likely even heard the story yourself at a local tavern or perhaps around a warm fire as a child. The legend of the great Mine.\n\nMany say the Golden Council originally formed from Twenty-Six members. Each member having harnessed their full Wizard psyche in an effort to unveil an ancient mine known only from _the first manuscripts of the realm_. At the brink of near psychological ruin, the group achieved their mission unveiling the location of the lost ruin. The mines treasures are rumored beyond imagination including mountains of gold ore, ancient golden artifacts, and rivers flowing of molten gold. So powerful the sight of this golden ruin, each member who entered returned transformed and changed."}
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{"id": "3ae82c96-deab-4e4d-abc2-4ba1655e20eb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:09.431", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPcsQCvwiwDzpP7As9UgBezJFWfy37Sgei32ged2A45zx", "txHash": "0xe178c72b79cbc8966480166404e429b124d17c71c78ae7ce471da37a141a99d8", "createdAtBlock": 13932905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4891, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Aleister of the Palms", "text": "# Aleister of the Palms\n\n> _[..] and so we remember those brave souls who, despite the dangers of draught and horrors of haunted thoughts, have ventured into those sands - in search of that most elusive Hermit, the one they call Fairwinds. Does he exist truly, or simply in the minds of the despondent who cling to the hope beyond hope, that there - hidden deep withing the sands - lies their recompense, a hope for lost minds, indeed their absolution?_\n> \n> _If any have actually succeeded in finding that which they seek, there deep amongst the uncountable and unyielding grains of sand, I am unaware. Have they all perished then? Or have some scant few, through pure dumb luck, divine desitny or perhaps singular skill, traversed the unforgiving landscape and found not their ruin, but instead become blessed by the sweet cooling winds conjured by Aleister himself?_\n> \n> _One can only imagine how chapped lips, and indeed how parched throat would then succumb or be saved, and envision stinging eyes and burning skin thus soothed either in delirium or - should they exist - blessed relief as they collapse at their final destination. I wonder if they would even know the difference, nor have I ever heard the tale of any such soul returning from that infinite sea of sand._\n> \n> _Nay, I shall not seek out such adventures, for I am nor desperate nor inclined to such self-flaggelation, though I must confess a sense of jeslousy and grudgning respect for those foolish, or forlorn enough, to brave such a journey._\n> \n> \n> The Hermit\n>\n> \\_Ancient Scroll, Blue Capital Library\\_"}
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{"id": "9489a982-d6f3-4462-bebe-3b783e8aae00-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:29.047", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWmwFJpaGNvy7c7PpEc2jnhFweBoWGUjVv8QiidmrXWhf", "txHash": "0x7276e33d827544f37649b3e0981ecb9a31dffc79b849130e7cd309cbfd750463", "createdAtBlock": 13910644, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2608, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Beyna of the Hollow", "text": "# The Lore of  Beyna of the Hollow\n\nThe Hollow begins where most commonfolk journeys end. Most often they end thanks to the adventurer's healthy understanding of one being way over their head, and enough intelligence to remember their home is back behind them. But once and awhile, they end because the poor soul wandering close to the Hollow's edge had what the locals call \"too much Bravado\". Bravado being the town brewery (and ale of the same name).\n\nNo one knows what actually causes these unfortunate wanderers' deaths, however, during the day, some search parties found a few pale 'victims of Bravado' within eyesight distance of the Highland Road. None dared walk much farther into the brush and gnarled branches. Those who could not see their way back to the path would almost always go missing. As they say, \"Sorrow besets those who can see only the Hollow.\" \n\nSo it surprised two tired farmers hurrying back to town on Highland Road one purple, grey, and dusky evening, when they noticed what appeared to be a flame moving far within the Hollows twisted bark patchwork. Shadows being cast this way and that, moving as if scared of the torch in the distance. \"Should we stop?\", suggested one farmer. \"Aye hell no!\" spat the other, turning back to see what caused his aging horse to stop pulling the cart. \n\nIn the dead center of the road, about ten yards ahead stood the dark four legged shadow. Glowing purple eyes and shimmering smokey coat, a wolfhound staring straight into the farmer's souls. No word was spoken, only the sound of terrified breaths and a slight creek of the cart could be heard."}
{"id": "9489a982-d6f3-4462-bebe-3b783e8aae00-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:29.047", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWmwFJpaGNvy7c7PpEc2jnhFweBoWGUjVv8QiidmrXWhf", "txHash": "0x7276e33d827544f37649b3e0981ecb9a31dffc79b849130e7cd309cbfd750463", "createdAtBlock": 13910644, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2608, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Beyna of the Hollow", "text": "\"Fellas, I can promise you he will not bite\" Beyna emerged from the bramble, fiery hair, silk green coat and jeweled forhead glistening. She lifted her flame to catch a better glimpse of the terror on the farmers faces. She grinned.\n\n\"Unless niether of you offer me a ride into town that is\". The wolf growled low and slow. \"It has been quite a long way on foot so far, and I can promise quite a spectacular story in exchange for your hospitality.\" \n\n\"And perhaps something even more valuable for your tiny town... a warning from the Hollows\""}
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{"id": "e9978d91-51df-46fe-891a-4c32c64268fa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:33.318", "backgroundColor": "#bccace", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPt4Zojmz7PQNJzQX66mEjDuA5mCxAmWQitUmCsruJe6c", "txHash": "0xff5bbe64851432ebaba2d6d3dc9c1628f8833c4a43dfd98f2943e2d1922eb1e5", "createdAtBlock": 13912607, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4578, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmb2W2QbuypQmpAHSFoXCH6iGTT6nPftGNHogeu2oyuXnk", "name": "Void Disciple Magpie out of the Void", "text": "# The Lore of Void Disciple Magpie out of the Void \n\nMagpie has spent most of his life looking for something meaningful, something beyond his own being. He loved to imagine new worlds, plunge headlong into the world of dreams and discover unknown wonders, and sometimes nightmares.\n\nHe was one of those wizards who loved to be immersed in feelings, events, and places. He aspired to deeply understand his place in life and everything around him.\n\nMagpie believed in magic and created it for himself and others. He always tried to turn on the light where it was dark, leaving behind everything better than it was. \n\nSuch was Magpie, an inconspicuous but not forgotten wizard. His path was his reward."}
{"id": "536c8eac-c208-40a9-acda-0cf309e1d82e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:34.017", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXhZT7318RchHCrTUQFCi4CEZtY7ji29tUhKBkNnfMP61", "txHash": "0x0c122f910d51445ffe74ace19ce8ecf67f6f2052a81a0053b2c809c453af5ca6", "createdAtBlock": 13912671, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6624, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild (a.k.a Generous Egg Face)\n\nEgg Face had always hated Sandy White Sands Desert and its thankful, tart Turban. It was a place where he felt Egg.\n\nHe was a generous, sinister, egg drinker with dirty eyes and grubby fingers. His friends saw him as an energetic, enthusiastic Eggface. Once, he had even rescued a silky Fragile Egg from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.\n\nEgg walked over to the window and reflected on his Desert surroundings. The drizzle rained like chatting goldfish.\n\nThen he saw something in the distance, or rather some_one_. It was the  figure of Egg Lady. Egg Lady was an understanding Anti-Egg with charming eyes and pointy fingers.\n\nEgg gulped. He was not prepared for Egg.\n\nAs Egg stepped outside and Egg came closer, he could see the homeless glint in her eye.\n\nEgg glared with all the wrath of 5384 arrogant enthusiastic eggs. She said, in hushed tones, \"I hate you and I want White Egg.\"\n\nEgg looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the Egg Egg. \"Egg, \"Eggs for me' lady?\",\" he replied.\n\nThey looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two late, loud lizards rampaging at a very malicious Egg Opening, which had indie music playing in the background and two brave uncles jogging to the beat.\n\nEgg regarded Egg's charming eyes and pointy fingers. \"I feel the same way!\" revealed Egg with a delighted grin.\n\nEgg looked stressed, her emotions blushing like a talented, thundering Turban.\n\nThen Egg came inside for a nice beaker of Egg."}
{"id": "fc18cb83-d35c-400f-9e73-b04a08d255b3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:34.809", "backgroundColor": "#c1ffc1", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW6XVApuqcMvdeSnZ11pdZF6rHJy9u4gH82HZw4hDUMce", "txHash": "0xf49c61a4d2b82da96f27382f5c76961dc34c623a64fd2d6403fa11f53cd55357", "createdAtBlock": 13912892, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcLbwv7bTcTBanZUn8YvwG53sCNGSaFpNbNsqExpfSMzE", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "# The Lore of Witch Tabitha of the Marsh\n\n## Who am I?\n\nTabitha: But where do I _really_ come from? To be honest. I do not know yet. The whole thing is a little fishy for me. Somehow I woke up consciously on June 20th 2021 here in this strange, yet exciting pixelated world of Forgotten Runes, and it seems there are other wizards around as well, as I am connected to some of them through a thing called Twitter. But that is all that I know. I do have a strong feeling however, that there is more, much more to my existence. Something that I yet have to figure out.\nIts a good thing that I seem to be a witch. So I will find the means to find out who I really am and where I come from.\nAnd luckily, when I came to be there was a _peyote_ (no clue what to do with it yet) and a gray and pink rat with me. The name of the rat seems to be _Blimpy_ (says on the name tag) and I am sure there is a fascinating story to be found how we got togehter. Well, for the time being  just follow me on twitter or read the lore on this site and we will see where it is all heading\n\n \n\n## The story behind"}
{"id": "fc18cb83-d35c-400f-9e73-b04a08d255b3-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:34.809", "backgroundColor": "#c1ffc1", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW6XVApuqcMvdeSnZ11pdZF6rHJy9u4gH82HZw4hDUMce", "txHash": "0xf49c61a4d2b82da96f27382f5c76961dc34c623a64fd2d6403fa11f53cd55357", "createdAtBlock": 13912892, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcLbwv7bTcTBanZUn8YvwG53sCNGSaFpNbNsqExpfSMzE", "name": "Witch Tabitha of the Marsh", "text": "## The story behind\n\nIt is true. Tabitha did not come to life in 2021. In fact she is already over staggering **2000 years old** and was born in a far way country at the time of Augustus Caesar in 10 bc in a small village in an area called **Galila**. She has had an exciting, but also dramatic and dangerous live full of adventures and experiences over the years to come and we will find her in different periods like the medieval European or the infamous Salem time period. We will discover and explore together with her what it means and meant to be a with or wizard over the ages spanning the entire planet earth and then beyond.\n\nHowever and unfortunately when spawning in the realm of the Forgotten Runes she not only lost all of her memory, but also is for now forced to tweet in rhymes. We will  over time  join her in finding out about her past piece by piece, but also in her future adventures in the Forgotten Runes **Runiverse**that will be one of her homes to come in the vast array of metaverses that come to live with the big blockchain bang. Stay tuned and follow us here or on twitter. It will be amazing because **Lore is at the core!**\n\nIf you want to follow Tabitha on her adventures and find out more about her, follow her on Twitter https://twitter.com/tabitha_6154 or have a look at her website where the tales and journeys will be found in due time:\n\nWebsite: https://tabitha.wtf/"}
{"id": "89cd01e3-9cca-4b3e-8c07-557309643416-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:35.56", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma5fFN4dFGVcH2yXwrH4xWm6QSEEHVCKk9dBHqQMLBL3q", "txHash": "0xfc878804047e27ff6908b0924cdc0f6d67151b3d035263c56c470f21c9335152", "createdAtBlock": 13914007, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 337, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ming of the Secret Fire", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Ming of the Secret \n\n# The Flame in the Night\n\nThere is a saying in the Order of the Secret Fire, that the coldest of nights are survived only by the strongest of flames. If there is any truth at all to that maxim, then the fire of Ming must indeed be a powerful one to survive that night. For it had been many years since the Steppe saw a night so cold as the one on which Ming came into this world. It was said on that night in December that breath froze in the air, birds fell midflight, burdened by ice on their wings, and even the roaring falls of the tumultuous River Rone froze deep.\n\nIn that blizzard, the mighty sorceress Milda of the Sacred Flame fled the Red Tower to protect her unborn child from the wrath of the council. For Milda had broken a sacrosanct rule in consorting with the Stable Master, Ming of the Hoof, a common man with no known magical prowess. They hoped they could mask her unborn childs unsanctioned heritage, but rumor that Ming was the father of her child reached the councils ears, nonetheless. Of all nights, the night her child was to be born, the night of the strongest blizzard in memory, Milda was left with no choice but to flee, or face a tribunal and certain death. Ming and Milda grabbed what they could and made for the stables as quickly and quietly as possible. Ming chose Firebrand, the fastest horse in the stable, threw together what provisions he could, and they set out to find safety for their family."}
{"id": "89cd01e3-9cca-4b3e-8c07-557309643416-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:35.56", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma5fFN4dFGVcH2yXwrH4xWm6QSEEHVCKk9dBHqQMLBL3q", "txHash": "0xfc878804047e27ff6908b0924cdc0f6d67151b3d035263c56c470f21c9335152", "createdAtBlock": 13914007, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 337, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ming of the Secret Fire", "text": "Yet, the eye of the Order is ever watchful, and they were seen crossing the courtyard to the open gate. As they urged the horse forward, it seemed they might escape the grasp of the council guard unscathed. The snow fell in droves around them, mercifully giving them cover for their retreat. Suddenly three of the dreaded elite tower guards loomed from the shadows at the open gate, brandishing the enchanted bows that had protected Mildas comfortable life at the tower. In that moment she realized the irony that such a terrible weapon would now be turned against her at her moment of most dire need. One of the shadowed figures nocked an arrow, drew it back and let fly as the arrow burst into flame in flight, striking Ming squarely in the chest. He collapsed off the horse, lifeless. There was no time for Milda to help him, for the shadowy figure had already nocked another arrow and as Mildas horse closed the distance between, she knew she could act only now to protect her child. She summoned a fireball to blind her foes, distracting them from their vicious incantation. Though the arrow could not now burst into flame, but it found its mark and struck Milda in her side. Another long second passed and she was through the gate, thundering into the frigid tempest."}
{"id": "89cd01e3-9cca-4b3e-8c07-557309643416-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:35.56", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma5fFN4dFGVcH2yXwrH4xWm6QSEEHVCKk9dBHqQMLBL3q", "txHash": "0xfc878804047e27ff6908b0924cdc0f6d67151b3d035263c56c470f21c9335152", "createdAtBlock": 13914007, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 337, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ming of the Secret Fire", "text": "The steed carried her swiftly and silently through the mounding snow, and her silhouette faded against the white out of the storm, out of the councils site but of course not out of their mind. Calling upon all her knowledge of the Secret Fire to keep them warm and to light their way, Milda came to the frozen River Rone, and thought do I risk crossing? Surely the bridge will be watched by agents of the council. She looked up at the sky, the arrow still throbbing in her side, and through the droves of snow she thought she glimpsed the Rune of the Sun, even at night. She took that as a sign that the Secret Fire was with her and her child, and she set out across the ice. She reached the other side and held her course along the river until she came to a cabin with a single dim light in the window. She was reluctant to trust their fate to whoever was in that cabin but knew there was not much time left before the child would be born. Worse, the effects of her wound weighed heavily on her. She would have to risk the kindness of the stranger at this cabin along the river. She dismounted her horse, knocked on the door and was greeted by a disheveled man holding a healing staff accompanied by a small blue river rat.\n\nShe stumbled through the doorway, barely able to stand on her own feet as the pangs of birth took her. Dont let them find me she stammered as the cabin grew dim. The stranger propped her up and sent the river rat to prepare a cot for her. She laid down on the cot, the arrow still in her side. I dont know who would be after you on a night like this the stranger said, but I will tell no one you are here. I am Brutus of the Riviera, and I am a healer. I will do what I can to help you and your child."}
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{"id": "5ef2b165-4598-4cca-a2c0-f92204ae459a-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:49.583", "backgroundColor": "#080000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUspzNSa8TKe2cof2G86LeyajV5y351P9pVcjLoE7D3PA", "txHash": "0xa37ee2f9abd5036d452664cf28c7f7c77bdcbd5a047962fd222d36dde321698d", "createdAtBlock": 13914077, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Izible of the Hall", "text": "That night, the request from the royalty was a new type of drink. They decided to combine all the liquids of the land into the caldron. After adding some pinches of kuute, fuerte, and adventie, the caldron started to smoke! Out and out and out it came pooling on the ground. The roofs started to shake, the iron pots and pans fell from the cabinets. Peasants and kings alike started to shout and cry to their gods. From the caldron emerged a frog man, with 4 legs and a buffle of hair. Stepping out into the floor of the kitchen, the Frogman signaled to the chefs to be silent. He took a beaker from the kitchen, and filled it with the liquid from which he emerged. Frogman tip toed to the Hall, in which the Kings and Queens were frozen with fear. Glaring down the royalty, Frogman emitted a shriek, and with one fowl swoop Frogman threw the beaker on to the ground. And what happened next birthed the legend of the Alchemist Izibe of the Hall. \n\n1400 years later the legend of the Alchemist Izible is still spoken about. No one story recounts the full truth of that fateful night. Yet one fact still remains, Izible has never been seen again. And until the next concoction is made, in the dark he will remain."}
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{"id": "085c0b86-32ca-4642-bef0-c76df059b811-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:10:53", "backgroundColor": "#080618", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWrW7nCsM5efr8iQ87tzuDPdcAT9nqp6W8gMDsZLHZKa7", "txHash": "0xdd6bb2484491b710e4d7860e8bf943712e3f6933c87a9ebf0122991218a51a77", "createdAtBlock": 14464842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4753, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTDE7pKsgsYWvVUZWTu16WY11MUgJqMsh6FkG9Dy29iTN", "name": "Illusionist Salvatore of the Mist", "text": "# Illusionist Salvatore of the Mist and Dante the White Rabbit\n\n\n# Chapter 1 - The Castaway\nThe act of drowning is not some sort of experience anyone would enjoy. The water running in and out of the mouth. The lungs fill up with seawater and involuntary contractions force it out. The whole life flashing before your eyes. Probably the worst of it is the taste. The taste of the seawater is always disgusting regardless of whether your life is destined to end in The Salt or The Brine. Lucky enough, The Brine has this chicken aftertaste. Unlucky enough, the oily layer at the top makes you less buoyant. Who would have thought I would end my life in this chicken broth?\n\nThe night sky and a full moon is a breathtaking spectacle. Spitting a handful of seawater as you cough chronically is even more breathtaking. I can finally breathe. Im alive. How the hell did I end up in there?\nAs I hear waves crash against the shore I feel a bit more relaxed. The sounds of untouched nature make everyone calmer and I am not an exception. Im just an ordinary wizard. An ordinary wizard who is out here in the open. In the middle of the night. And I smell like chicken. As much as I would like to lay down and get my strength back, Im not willing to risk becoming a meal. The Runiverse is full of creatures, I have no strength fighting them now, especially during the full moon. I need to start moving."}
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{"id": "cd510a65-dfea-4e3e-82a4-7fc1b290165d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:41.654", "backgroundColor": "#250c0c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6RBG77LFBBkn2cvZhuV9pKUTFXQatMfYoDgXx6ZBEvE", "txHash": "0xab8bb4604aea744eb3ebe1ebcf5f0fe6b70ec2f772a3f2af90ad6852ec763c27", "createdAtBlock": 13925924, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 168, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh", "text": "<h2>Arabian king and queen meet Spellsinger Danny</h2>\n<p>one night king suddenly stood up from sleep and started talking to some one looking at the wall, queen noticed this and try distracting king and asking what happened to him but king did not distract and pushed queen away. so queen got worried and want to help king, on next day queen want chambers to take king to best wizard in the country so help king what going on with king and that wizard is none other than out great \"The Lore of Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh\". whom the queen consulted and asking \"The Lore of Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh\" to help to find out why King suddenly walking up and talking to walls, than wizard using his magic wand asks his companion monkey to go out and look at the moon to see direction of moon, monkey points to Danny wizard the direction of moon using its tale.\n\n<h2>Spellsinger Danny magic liquid pot</h2>\nDanny wizard uses his magic wand and points to the direction of the pot which contains magic liquid to see kings history and came to know that that his uncle trying to influence king and try to take throne out of him. after finding this Danny wizard tells queen and queens get angry and asks Danny wizard to give him lesson. Danny gives magic pot to queen to make king drink magic water in the pot every day in the evening immediately after might in the light of the moon for 7 days for his uncle's magic not to work on king. </p>\n\n<h2>solution to kings problem</h2>\n<p>Queen with his king returns to kingdom with strong protection with his army. queen sees king's uncle and gets very angry but queen controls until kings treatment of drinking maigc water for 7 days is over.</p>"}
{"id": "cd510a65-dfea-4e3e-82a4-7fc1b290165d-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:41.654", "backgroundColor": "#250c0c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6RBG77LFBBkn2cvZhuV9pKUTFXQatMfYoDgXx6ZBEvE", "txHash": "0xab8bb4604aea744eb3ebe1ebcf5f0fe6b70ec2f772a3f2af90ad6852ec763c27", "createdAtBlock": 13925924, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 168, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh", "text": "<h2>influence of uncles black magic on kings</h2>\n<p>On day one king refuses to drink magic water as he completely trapped by his uncles black magic, but the king loves queen so much that when queen tells king that if he does not drink the magic water she will die and he will never see his queen again. King's love on queen made king to take drink magic water on first day and it was very very difficult for king to take that as black magic from his uncle interfering in considering this. </p>\n\n<p>queen was very worried of completing these 7 days she did not sleep well and always beside kings bed to take care of him.\n\n<h2>king returns to normal</h2>\nafter completing 7 days of treatment kings became normal and he is wise enough to take good decisions.\n\n<h2>punishment to kings uncles</h2>\nuncles black magic did not work and his uncle became angry and forcing king to listen to him, than every one in the chamber and kingdom came to know about his uncles black magic on king and throwed him out of the kingdom.\n\nThis is how \"Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh \" saved king from black magic and queen gave important role in king's kingdom for \"Spellsinger Danny of the Marsh \"\n</p>"}
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{"id": "843eec82-b5b5-4117-b03d-22a6249f0422-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:33.13", "backgroundColor": "#fcfcfc", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXP4c4zoyNhxKBuqBiSyvzPMvYsgXfzusR3b2SqjZHfka", "txHash": "0xc64c679652ca09340f1a4d6734130a801c110032b5f6d81706ce9b5eb4fb9578", "createdAtBlock": 13924063, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6624, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild\n\n**Down to earth Jahid of the Wild & his Egg**\n\n**A Short Story**\n\nJahid Wild looked at the egg in his hands and felt angry.\n\nHe walked over to the window and reflected on his surroundings. He had always loved the Wild with its strewn, empty egg shells. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry (the only emotion he was able to muster, as lego men are known to do).\n\nThen he saw something in the distance, or rather some_one_. It was the figure of Egg Face. Egg Face was a splendid monster with incarnations of all varieties of egg.\n\nJahid gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a down to earth, arrogant, egg nog drinker with fat elbows and skinny ankles. His friends saw him as much more than that. Once, he had even helped an upset fragile egg cross the road.\n\nBut not even a down to earth person who had once helped an upset fragile egg cross the road, was prepared for what Egg Face had in store today.\n\nThe snow flurried like scrambled eggs, making Jahid alert.\n\nAs Jahid stepped outside and Egg Face came closer, he could see the smile on her face.\n\nEgg Face glared with all the wrath of 777 yokes. She said, in hushed tones, \"I want your turban and I want your egg.\"\n\nJahid looked back, still fingering the cracked egg. \"Egg, eggs for me' lady,\" he replied.\n\nThey looked at each other and like two fools sitting at a delightful dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles laughing to the beat, they faced off."}
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{"id": "4f221a08-21ad-431b-9874-c79f592d1595-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:49.887", "backgroundColor": "#eab86d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZzpVdYEz6pcj9UhZ1dKtFuebzXSbSkHRyeqDTH9WfMdH", "txHash": "0x013ea52c916ece2a327acc5ddd570bae3e06365e498ae4615bee1c5cae502113", "createdAtBlock": 13927458, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5612, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Iprix of the Toadstools", "text": "# The Lore of Sage Iprix of the Toadstools\n\nBorn to an affluent Wizard family, Iprix wanted nothing to do with the limelight. Instead of being an active member of wizarding society at the Capital, he longed to cultivate toadstools in the countryside. As soon as he was of age, Iprix left home in the middle of the night. All he grabbed was his blue elven cloak (which was his grandfathers, Humbog the Greats, prized possession), his joy staff and his emerald slime pet Goygboz.\n\nIprix left the Capital on a full moon night and journeyed on the Omega Oxbow road until he reached Kobolds Crossroad. From there he traveled along the outskirts of the Hedge Wizard Wood, dipping into the forest on the Carnival Pass and traversing The Fey until he arrived into a clearing at Porcrut, a tiny farming village in the remote countryside.\n\nEven though he was of famous blood, the locals had no clue who he wasIprix was finally free to obligations of family or society. He could start anew and be who _he_ wanted to be. And that, by in large, was the cultivator of toadstools.\n\nWhile not a hermit in demeanor (Iprix was always friendly to everyone he met in the village), the sage kept to himself and focused on harvesting the best toadstools that Porcrut has ever seen. Soon, the town was renowned for his potent potablewizards, sorcerers, witches and mages from all around dispatched sentries to the remote township to retrieve this magical ingredient. Life was good for Iprix. He was doing what he was always meant to do, free from the expectations of being from royal wizarding blood."}
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{"id": "358b300b-9843-42a2-9a89-c3e1aa9b0f7d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:39.374", "backgroundColor": "#aeb8cd", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRYhvWqF7m84YfmYV8fiAkRtgyPt8Sf4tPzc4szwmLMbT", "txHash": "0x62c860ad59cdd0a55aac5b8d366692a1ae0f703617c4bba4732dcb919780d29f", "createdAtBlock": 13925400, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4492, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Ilyas of the Citadel", "text": "# The Lore of Shaman Ilyas of the Citadel\n\nI think it's time to leave. I've spent far too long here at the Yellow Wizard Haven. Although, it is hard to leave this warm weather. Not to mention, Atlanta's Pool has been an amazing place towell Wizard watch. I'd been too nervous to make any acquaintances and it wasn't any easier being a Stranger.\n\nAt least I have found what I came for. There had been rumors that the Wizards here knew more information about secret treasures and the Gate to the Seventh Realm. I've been in desperate need for an adventure.\n\nI'd overheard a man named Sorcerer Hadrien speak of being in possession of a key to the Gate of the 7th Realm. I will eventually need to get one of those for myself. This Hadrien also spoke of a treasure near Dream Master Lake that he and his companions were setting out for soon. I need to find more information on this. During my eavesdropping I heard murmurs of a tavern in Goblin Town. I'm not sure what it is I need to look for there but I will find out. Plus, at least it is somewhat on the way to Dream Master Lake.\n\nJust have to get over these cursed BattleMage Mountains. Perhaps I could avoid conflict and take a pleasant boat ride through Kelpie's Bay\n\nYes, that sounds better. One more relaxing day at Atlanta's Pool then I'll find a skipper to take me to Goblin Town. Better enjoy it.this next adventure will be anything but relaxing."}
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{"id": "36fd1821-c94e-470b-bb2c-42f204ced42a-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:47.218", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP4U2JMJvFcsDN91u7ktDi3MKnvCH1HMMv5cyCJfmi5Yq", "txHash": "0x6eb5fa85de98adcf3c21a509b24237fdc963f05836a4fb7dbd4357f0e33d436e", "createdAtBlock": 14889888, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8004, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQrvbT6Zq8Emn5SMiwLKjnBCqpKnsagQRyTMAh9H4reoz", "name": "Runecaster Zaros of the Wild", "text": "Apollo wrinkled his nose in disgust and meowed. Zaros bent down, picking him up and placing him on his shoulder. \n\nI know. What is going on?\n\nItd been about a year since Zaros had left, resolving to travel the world and see what it had to offer. Which the Master had told him he was free to do. But as Zaros grew closer and closer to the house, he could see the state of the Marsh was poor. Even in the worst of times, the Master tended to the swamp. For it to be in this state of disarray was unbelievable. \n\nThe door opened outwards just before Zaros knocked, pushing him back a few steps. Jahid stepped out, carrying a large flask. He had used his back to open the door, before pouring a putrid substance off the front porch.\n\nZaros caught himself. Jahid? Is everything okay?\n\nJahids complexion was pale, dark circles under his eyes. The Alchemist was clearly suffering. He didnt seem to notice Zaros. Robotically, he continued back to the lab, with Zaros following close behind.\n\nJahid? he repeated. Whats going on? He put his hands on the mans shoulders and shook gently.\n\nThis seemed to snap Jahid out of his state. His eyes cleared, realizing Zaros stood before him. He smiled, but it didnt light his eyes.\n\nThe Master is sick. I cant find a way to help. Hes dying, Jahid admitted.\n\nZaros looked around the room. Dirty pots and vials covered the entire lab in a cluttered mess. A fire burned in the hearth, a large pot boiling. He leaned his head over and gagged.\n\nHe cant be, Zaros replied in denial."}
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{"id": "220c0ec5-6398-419e-874f-f9981f5a6fbc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:52.432", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmemS3VJWeXJTqit7Af1BgdZoUgZPxvN1CP3KAL8nEExyu", "txHash": "0xa7dcbce1fdf5c193edd5a8c493d01a7c561058085ff2552d6ddd2a5ec7518a55", "createdAtBlock": 13927923, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5659, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Marie Laveau", "text": "# The Lore of Marie Laveau \n\n# THE ORACLE\n\nKnow thyself. \n\nThe clairvoyant powers of the Oracle are renowned in the Kingdom. Trusted by all of the noble wizards, Marie as her friends are known to call her, possesses the ability to see the future. However, it is unclear whether the future is deterministic or probabilisitic. It is of great debate and the mystery alludes all but the powerful Merlin. \n\nMany wizards consult the Oracle, but some wizards fear her powers. Is the possession of knowledge of the future, enough to change that very future?  The Oracle simply conveys what she sees but it is her belief in free will which will determine the ultimate outcome.\n\nThe Souls mission is to destroy the Oracle and it is up to the Wizards of the Runes to hide her and protect her. While she is a Soul, she is one of the greatest assets to the Wizard community who must fight off the evil powers trying to take over their world.\n\nWhen wizards make the sojourn to see the Oracle to consult her on their path she often comments \"you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it.__\n\nEverything that has a beginning has an end."}
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{"id": "989e4ec9-3d24-4f1d-aac7-16dabf1c8850-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:58.838", "backgroundColor": "#e32f1e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcTNdusZNHBf4m93NKpR8xTBYAFdjytvH6xQuLYMZUZKP", "txHash": "0x3b277c483a2bfd61acdbea9ae8dcf41274bbd31f24115875d67212e5e2c0817e", "createdAtBlock": 13929920, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7543, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lecherous Ghoul Sisk of Unparalleled Vulgarity", "text": "# The Lore of Lecherous Ghoul Sisk of Unparalleled Vulgarity\n\nAs his name suggests, Sisk's vulgarity is .... well... unparalleled.  No woman, no man, no sheep, no living being (and even some not amongst the living) are safe from him.  When it comes to the carnal, he is truly a king-among-kings in this area.\n\nThough his appearance might be a frightening to some, his seduction skills are also unparalleled.   Get him prancing around in his fluorescent loin cloth in front of a flock of barmaids, and more than a few have fallen under his spell and sucumbed to him.\n\nA cavalry of knights were once sent to dispatch with him, and even they fell under his charm:\n\n\"He may appear to be a deamon, with all sorts of demonic pursuits, but what fun we had all of us together frequenting the taverns\" one knight remarked whistfully.\n\nIs the world is a better or worse place with Sisk in it?  \n\nOn the one hand, you never know when he might show up at your front door, ready to guide you back to his lair by the titillating purple light of his candle.  On the other hand, once at said layer, his definition of \"debauchery\" and \"fun\" are often quite different from anything most mortals can imagine.\n\nOne thing that is certain, whoever shall possess him shall receive the same unparalleled suduction skills that Sisk has.  So before you acquire this skillset remember the agade that great responsibility comes with great privilege.\n\nUnfortunately Sisk has long since forgotten this adage."}
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{"id": "75060833-5c03-4d70-bd82-5ce759a5025e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:10.246", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbjDdPfhRwxuNg9igwSjEQcV235ddYcgG9DZGYVow45q7", "txHash": "0x068b5f0460cf8ce8a1de192d94e5d73dce20c574ff36962e92c29d43b0467f69", "createdAtBlock": 13933606, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 261, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shadow Mage Katherine of the Marsh", "text": "# A Charming Darkness\n\nA faint enticing smell lingers in the air, the sweet aroma reminiscent of roses. A ticklish laugh echoes across the walls as a fluttering finger crosses the dim foggy veil into a half-misty vision.\n\nThe hand soon follows. Porcelain skin smoothly flows from each finger to their collective limb, the wrist narrowing slightly to a shapely curve around which is wrapped a crimson band. Then the forearm leads to a relaxed elbow. The joint angles slightly as the arm leads to a bare shoulder glowing faintly from a phantasmic light.\n\nNext come the feet, clad in deeply russet mid-calf boots. The solid heels clank against an unseen floor; the sounds reverberate across the seeming void. Shapely legs appear, bending sprightly at the knees with vigor. The thighs are lithe but robust, the tight form-fitting rose colored fabric accentuates the powerful shapely lower limbs.\n\nA girdle made of tough leather covers the wider hips that narrow to an hourglass waist. The toned stomach shows hints of strong lines defining the muscles that run along it, up to a moderate bosom only partially covered by the crimson rose fabric favored by the wearer. The path upwards leads to a similar red colored scarf that entwines around a neck neither too long nor too short.\n\nAtop the shoulders rests a head, from which the flowery fragrances emanate. A soft chin with full cheeks and a modest jawline reveal scarlet lips upturned in a flirtatious smile. The supple lips lead up to an adorable button-like nose. One sapphire blue eye gazes, heavily lidded, while the other eye is hidden behind neck length golden yellow hair. Three blossoms adorn the young womans locks, giving off wafts of entrancing perfume. And then the hand, the first vision obtained in this umbral world, caresses your cheekbone."}
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{"id": "ba2c6e34-7df4-4c0c-8fd4-39540437bb19-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:20.843", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQkmPgPbQBGZSYYbCK9dTQUZTxAz78mWHg8VR2qGg2HLm", "txHash": "0xee28bd5b8cd9d45dbef0f5ee7e1454b22c5f03db2e513723bd385019fdd06e44", "createdAtBlock": 13937059, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1529, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Numpty of the Mount", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Numpty of the Mount\n\n<,<<,<<< represents different voices in his head \n\nAs I sit here on my stoop thinking of a time that was simple. \nHow did I end up here? How did I think it would work? \n\nI tried I swear. but..I just watched as they burned. \n\nI couldn't save a single one. I just sat there and watched as my friends burned. \n\nThey promised us riches and fame.But all that became of them was ash and bones.They all joke about how these vial donuts are rare but they have no clue the sacrifice my friends made.I made \n\nHow can I fix this? I've tried everything: blood of the immortal one, unicorn hairs, every incantation I know. \n\n<Why didn't you stop us? \n\nSTOP! I can't take responsibility for that! \n\n<<You just sat there crying. Tears do nothing for us now that we are gone! \n\nNO!I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE WEEKS TRYING TO BRING YOU BACK!!! \n\n<<<You're too weak \n\nHow can I stop them? \n\n<Seems like you know what you must do \n\nI must grow. I must get stronger. The flame, it speaks to me. Where can I go? \n\n<Do it\n<<Do it\n<<<Do it \n\nNO! I WON'T JOIN IN AND RISK MY LIFE FOR SOME FANTASY! \n\n<Do it\n<<Do it\n<<<Do it \n\nPlease don't make me do this. \n\n<<There's only one thing to make us stop \n\nWhy would you do this to me? \n\n<I am not doing anything this is all inside you \n\nWhat can I do to save you? Destroy the flame?"}
{"id": "ba2c6e34-7df4-4c0c-8fd4-39540437bb19-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:20.843", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQkmPgPbQBGZSYYbCK9dTQUZTxAz78mWHg8VR2qGg2HLm", "txHash": "0xee28bd5b8cd9d45dbef0f5ee7e1454b22c5f03db2e513723bd385019fdd06e44", "createdAtBlock": 13937059, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1529, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Numpty of the Mount", "text": "What can I do to save you? Destroy the flame? \n\n<<Only one way to find out \n\nDo you know what they will do to stop me? \n\n<We must rest now but we will be back to see your work \n\nI made mistakes, but in my heart..... \nwell.... if I had a heart. \n\nI would get one by doing what had to be done. \n\nIt might take 2 lifetimes, it might take 3 \n\nBut this was the one, because it wasn't my first time. I'm different. \nI'll prove you don't have to risk your life to make a name for yourself. \n\nHow many more friends will I lose to this flame?<,<<,<<< represents different voices in his head \n\nAs I sit here on my stoop thinking of a time that was simple. \nHow did I end up here? How did I think it would work? \n\nI tried I swear. but..I just watched as they burned. \n\nI couldn't save a single one. I just sat there and watched as my friends burned. \n\nThey promised us riches and fame.But all that became of them was ash and bones.They all joke about how these vial donuts are rare but they have no clue the sacrifice my friends made.I made \n\nHow can I fix this? I've tried everything: blood of the immortal one, unicorn hairs, every incantation I know. \n\n<Why didn't you stop us? \n\nSTOP! I can't take responsibility for that! \n\n<<You just sat there crying. Tears do nothing for us now that we are gone! \n\nNO!I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE WEEKS TRYING TO BRING YOU BACK!!! \n\n<<<You're too weak \n\nHow can I stop them?"}
{"id": "ba2c6e34-7df4-4c0c-8fd4-39540437bb19-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:20.843", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQkmPgPbQBGZSYYbCK9dTQUZTxAz78mWHg8VR2qGg2HLm", "txHash": "0xee28bd5b8cd9d45dbef0f5ee7e1454b22c5f03db2e513723bd385019fdd06e44", "createdAtBlock": 13937059, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1529, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Numpty of the Mount", "text": "<<<You're too weak \n\nHow can I stop them? \n\n<Seems like you know what you must do \n\nI must grow. I must get stronger. The flame, it speaks to me. Where can I go? \n\n<Do it\n<<Do it\n<<<Do it \n\nNO! I WON'T JOIN IN AND RISK MY LIFE FOR SOME FANTASY! \n\n<Do it\n<<Do it\n<<<Do it \n\nPlease don't make me do this. \n\n<<There's only one thing to make us stop \n\nWhy would you do this to me? \n\n<I am not doing anything this is all inside you \n\nWhat can I do to save you? Destroy the flame? \n\n<<Only one way to find out \n\nDo you know what they will do to stop me? \n\n<We must rest now but we will be back to see your work \n\nI made mistakes, but in my heart..... \nwell.... if I had a heart. \n\nI would get one by doing what had to be done. \n\nIt might take 2 lifetimes, it might take 3 \n\nBut this was the one, because it wasn't my first time. I'm different. \nI'll prove you don't have to risk your life to make a name for yourself. \n\nHow many more friends will I lose to this flame?"}
{"id": "07fa42de-1f90-43ab-a270-7ebd1728e1f1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:21.598", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV3DVzNfacNz3nwAs6ySG7gL2erPEiKVPXNePscJg5FDJ", "txHash": "0xc3900f15bbd20eebcf88cc8ec24d4860ba99cd254cfc2239515732e901239a2f", "createdAtBlock": 13938092, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8671, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Angus of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Mystic Angus of the Plains\n\nIt wasnt easy being a bear. You need to eat, alot. Fish was good, but that meant open rivers, and open rivers meant hunters. It wasnt always like this, there was a time before men spread through the world claiming all of it as their own. There was a time when nature ruled. \n\nAngus took another drag of his pipe, the hazy smoke drifting lazily through the small wooden cabin up to the patchwork leaf roof, escaping through the multitude of cracks within. The old shapeshifter spent far too long in his human form these days, mainly out of necessity. It was a dangerous world for a bear, especially one as abnormally large as him.\n\nA small fire burned in the centre of the single room, a pot casually hung above it bubbling, he couldnt remember whether it was filled with food or tea, the greydawn leaf he was smoking made his mind wander. The old wizard took another drag from his pipe and felt his mind drift further from this world and into the next.\n\nSpirit walking was a skill not all possessed, Angus loved the freedom it gave him. Chronomancers may be able to affect time itself, but Angus could walk amongst the aeons from the comfort of his favourite chair. Roaming the ancient lands was his favourite pastime, but hed often stop by to see old friends.\n\nUsually the paths Angus needed to walk were obvious to him, but it seemed as though his feet were following a road of their own. The feeling was disconcerting but a curiosity to a wizard is like the fabled moth and flame. Rather than steering the dream he let the dream guide him. Walking the spirit realm like this can be dangerous, many have got lost in other peoples experiences and world, unable to find their way home, Angus always kept the bubble of the pot in his mind, the anchor to his home."}
{"id": "07fa42de-1f90-43ab-a270-7ebd1728e1f1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:21.598", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV3DVzNfacNz3nwAs6ySG7gL2erPEiKVPXNePscJg5FDJ", "txHash": "0xc3900f15bbd20eebcf88cc8ec24d4860ba99cd254cfc2239515732e901239a2f", "createdAtBlock": 13938092, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8671, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Angus of the Plains", "text": "He recognised the tower, somewhere he had not been for centuries, not since he had been summoned. Magic flowed freely here, chaos ruled. There was a light from a lower window, a shimmering orange flow, fire.\n\nCuriosity would have led him into that room, but he had no choice, he was been dragged into it. A slight panic rose in Angus throat, he gripped the sound of the bubbling pot and held it close. The warmth of the fire, the smell of smoke, the ribbit from his familiar. Escape was still possible, even though he wasnt in control. \n\nThrough the window he went, a solitary woman, her blonde hair glimmering in the light of the flames. He could sense another presence in the room with him, the malevolent air radiating in the chamber. Only now did he notice the flame, it wasnt ordinary fire, this was magical, sacred. Knowledge raced back to him, something long forgotten, the flame that would summon souls to the aid of Bringer of the End Times.\n\nThe witch and her familiar began walking toward the flame, a voice urging them on, enticing them to join the flames, become more powerful than ever before. It was liquid temptation in Angus ears, almost impossible to resist, the woman could not. He screamed and grabbed at her helplessly, unable to stop her in the waking world.\n\nShe disappeared into the flames screaming in anguish, her body, mind and soul torn asunder. Out stepped a spectre. The evil dripping out of every pore, this spirit had drawn the witch into the flame and taken her place in the world of the living. Angus stared and the soul stared back, it smiled from its featureless face.\n\nEscape. The room around him was familiar, the pot, the fire, the familiar, but it felt somewhat colder than it should have."}
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{"id": "e3f60721-3c13-48b5-9f20-3dd4628ab163-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:02.281", "backgroundColor": "#fff575", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWEVSwtApDD2vrZzDEHwzTRuNeLz8A9rPtBFGCGE71uAH", "txHash": "0x0d55089ba1bc4dc06a1615dae1a864fd82cc03a31c504bd6cbd9c4f356d0f474", "createdAtBlock": 14030617, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8721, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion\n\nPumlo grew up in the Bastion, so for much of his life, he thought his destiny was to conduct intensive research into the intersection of magic and technology. He was at the top of his class in the Bastion Academy, and he started a promising career as one of the Blue Wizards. Over the years, he led increasingly bigger and more substantive projects, until he was a director at the Blue Wizards Research Center.\n\n\nHowever, this did not come without a cost. Not a magical cost, as might be assumed. Blue Wizards are very sparing with direct magic usage, as they highly value their own intellects and do not wish to lose their grip on reality. But as with many a high achiever, there was a personal cost. After years of long nights and weekends in the research lab, Pumlos wife decided shed had enough. One morning, after another all-nighter finishing a beta trial for a magic-powered mini-copter, Pumlo returned to an empty home and a note. Apparently, Tabitha had met a warrior and left the Bastion with him.\n\n\nPumlo sat and stared blankly at the letter. He reconsidered what he was doing with his life. It didnt help that the mini-copter had suffered a critical error and smashed into the side of the Bastions main tower. He decided that some time away was in order.\n\n\nA couple months later, the Blue Wizards in the research center observed Pumlo returning, and he seemed a changed man, compared to the one who had stumbled off south towards the Riviera. He had traded his blue hat for a yellow one and announced that he was officially a Yellow Wizard now. He was also accompanied by a golden toad which he declared as the blingy-est toad you ever did see, appropriately called Midas."}
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{"id": "7c563ce6-4c62-4e9f-b5e8-695d2f2d5018-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:30.7", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcU9r3aqYSweDqjj4qicEnAirTAy8Qa1wdRQymrdsUqZC", "txHash": "0x95f26518253f0f1b6e37766df3a34acc98bfd8f1dbea32b610e9b657be453e61", "createdAtBlock": 13940172, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3240, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necro Frog Poppy of the Mist", "text": "# Noble Leon bid me fond farewell as I stepped into Flame. Burnt to a crisp, emerged. He had departed. Crumbled shell of ash cascaded. Nary was a wisp of smoke to show that Id once been of flesh instead of undead swamp-dweller. I ranged, held diamond-light. Grass turns to wheat in thresh, and though the sacred fire remakes us strange, the Quantum Shadow sings the voodoo-songs as sweetly as our grandmothers who learned them from spirits direct. Our lives are long and though regret departs when we are burned we hang our heads in shame when we are low. Divine cant tell us where our spirits go."}
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{"id": "20a2f50b-a963-4f3a-8154-11b3bb10d97d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:31.124", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWPfVHcTnpVuNJExRJAPEt95n4N6ruc2NU3WHJ7HE8TG5", "txHash": "0x4b1c300216ba965a5126fe58b5df20a10e0db026cc56118070ba64c6175158db", "createdAtBlock": 14092810, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7132, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Kurama of the Steppe", "text": "As the sun beat down on the hot, rocky slope, Kurama began to dig, burrowing deeper and deeper searching for the scent. \\*THUD\\* He had hit something. Wood. Not a root, not even some branch. This was polished wood with grain more stunning than marble. He lugged open the path to his entrance and the smell overtook him, clouding him in a sea of irresistible fumes he choked and gasped for air, slowly drifting into a fearful rest.  He heard a voice. \"I've been waiting for you....\" it said as Kurama struggled to open his eyes. \"And I will give you the power to fulfill your destiny.\" It was an old woman. As she spoke she removed a large item wrapped in dusty cloth from her robe and then kicked a tattered basket forward in the candle-lit cavern he had awoken in toward him. The basket began to hiss, there was something inside it trying to get to him. Unphased he started to open the cloth, unfolding the dusty handkerchief a snake writhed toward him. it was a horseshoe... A purple horseshoe. \"Take these.\" She said. \"...and find the forgotten runes\""}
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{"id": "4caa8fa1-c42a-41c9-b054-de3b18285fa3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:36.231", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTfyhPqkNbtQUpMbSXuVAhtzyU9dMfj2e3XCxLTchEW4s", "txHash": "0x590f7e87c6f4e8362d6786bcba76301a5d3bf740b3dc3b42865bc3a364ea88d1", "createdAtBlock": 13942265, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5561, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Argus of the Belfry", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Argus of the Belfry\n\nArgus helms from the deep hinterlands of the Belfry, a quite secluded but prosperous region. The Hedge Wizard rose up from modest circumstances through hard work and grit to become the head of the most acclaimed wizard of his time. \n\nThe Hedge Wizard is commonly known to have secured a victory for Belfry in the Battle of Vandalay by capturing the mystical magical double blue diamond bag from enemy hands. \n\nArgus speaks 7 languages and can even understand the whistles of a unicorn and the dribble of his pet rock Chronicon the 3rd. Argus resides on the top of the highest point in Belfry with his beautiful wife Katania and 3 sweet boys Jeremiah, Leviticus, and Zachariah.\n\nArgus wears a cloak that has been handed down over 10 generations. It may appear like a normal cloak, but this garment has magical powers. When shrouded, the cloak turns Argus completely invisible, and therefore is the most important magical garment out of all of the Wizards in the world."}
{"id": "cdd696b3-a265-470a-943d-375357fd0f1c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:36.892", "backgroundColor": "#4c0c7a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV4PtBfc9nbeRf2ondDmT3MmVVWHGuhjbkDyAyrQfcKSy", "txHash": "0x659525f8eb1b71000cadf54968b352fe9e364cbda4722e0fbea6b6cf74f9e531", "createdAtBlock": 13943119, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7387, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeHWLVguuNwrBmASKfE6zWuqRyyhegHbWn6VMm6vHZS14", "name": "Hunted Stag Muntjac of the Haze", "text": "# Cosmology of the Haze\n\n# A pamphlet written by Hunted Stag Muntjac of the Haze\n\n \n\n1. What is the Haze?\n\nThe haze is the layer that sits on top of your reality. Most are unaware of its presence. Those that are spiritually sensitive can tug at the corners of the haze; peeking through; temporarily inhaling whiffs of that plane.\n\nThe rare few who have the sharpest spiritual proclivity can temporarily lift up the veil of reality and inhabit this realm. However, their living vessel cannot freely roam the haze for long. \n\nEven less occurrent, are those who pass through the sacred flame with the intention of occupying the haze. These souls are bound to the haze. \n\n2.  But really, what is the Haze?\n\n \n\n\nTime for a thought experiment: think about the most simple element, Hydrogren. There are 5.291772 x 10^-11 meters of empty space between the nucleus of a hydrogen atom and its electron (when in the grounded state). Most of the space an atom 'occupies' is empty. Scientists often gloss over defining what this empty space is.\n\nThose who occupy the Haze know there is no such thing as 'empty space'. It is actually the physical manifestation of the Haze. It occupies all that is 'in-between'. The topology of the Haze undulates in harmony with physical matter. It is not that physical matter pushes the Haze, or the Haze warps physical matter; it's more accurate to say they move because of each other.\n\n3. Another fact about hazy spaces.\n\nOn a continuous spectrum, there are infinitely many points in the space between two points. Everything has always been in the spaces you thought were empty. In all of them. Each and every one of them.\n\n4. How did this pamphlet arrive from the Haze?"}
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{"id": "24522935-0614-4bac-8bdb-784be050eb8f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:37.826", "backgroundColor": "#cf1de8", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPmY3iCSS9sVq5uRLXkP8jyDK7tWLYopCwu6CfaLLtBDg", "txHash": "0x6d4150d9d18f84649b9c2c468e71f11a714d6ea4c9675a90b285f943da14d362", "createdAtBlock": 13943297, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1216, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer  of the Marsh", "text": "# Scared Old Man\n\nOnce upon a time, a man was terrified of snakes. He lived in a marsh and made bagels with the marsh water. One day a witch asked for a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, and he made fun of her and threw her out of the store and into the deep murky water of the marsh. Everyone in the store laughed at the witch, including the reanimated elephant tiger that often visited the store on Sundays. \n\nThe witch was so embarrassed and hungry that she swore revenge on the marsh bagel maker. To get back at him, she cast a spell so that whenever he looked down, he would see his greatest fear, a snake. Additionally, she cast another spell so that he always had to carry a not homemade continental breakfast style bag of raisin bagels in his right hand. For this reason, he could never make bagels again. The end."}
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{"id": "dc17ad77-132a-49d3-8fcf-dbe0c1bd2ed6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:41.01", "backgroundColor": "#e7b624", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYehbj8KJ99Q3VfUsD6bDzb5j5tebE9W1ZKS2nyQH37XX", "txHash": "0xc9533a056ee7fc6119ff60a4c471e64bc94b385a1b5afd6aa2eb1a97026f6833", "createdAtBlock": 13944451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4370, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Apollo of the Riviera", "text": "# The Lore of  Apollo of the Riviera\n\nHis eyes firmly staring into the nascent Sun, Apollo hovers rapidly over the crystal waters of the Riviera. His tense body lays horizontally a few inches above the sea, sustained and transported by strokes of magical wind. The young mage crafts convoluted whirls of wind with rhythmic movements of his hands and tunes them harmoniously to the underlying sea waves. After a few circular gestures, the wizard channels the magical winds and start spinning on himself before diving gently in the open sea.\n\nOn the distant beach, the dog Aella feels the sudden attenuation in her connection with Apollo and stops chasing the seagulls, patiently looking at the diving spot among the waves.\n\nAfter a few moments, Apollo emerges with a jump from the waters smiling and rapidly moving towards the shore.\n\nRelieved, Aella lightly goes back to protect the dying bonfire and the wizard food from the approaching seagulls. With rapid spinning movements, she creates short-lived whirlwinds capable to scary off the large white birds while waiting for Apollo.\n\nApollo reaches the shore and walks in the warm light of the dawn, his long golden hair covering his shoulders.\n\nSoft breezes of magical wind are still running along his body, drying out the sea water and dissolving just in time before the wizard fetches some fruits to eat from the bag.\n\nSitting down on the white and sandy beach, he looks at the embers of the bonfire with dreaming eyes and slowly pets Aella now laying next to him.\n\nEvery morning, Apollo reaches his spot in the Riviera and joyfully connects with the surrounding Nature and wildlife, thankful for being able to survive and enjoy these moments as a free mage.\n\nApollo is unable to live a life of attachments, responsibilities and roots keeping him anchored to one place.\n\nLike the wind, Apollo is free to flow unconstrained."}
{"id": "dc17ad77-132a-49d3-8fcf-dbe0c1bd2ed6-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:41.01", "backgroundColor": "#e7b624", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYehbj8KJ99Q3VfUsD6bDzb5j5tebE9W1ZKS2nyQH37XX", "txHash": "0xc9533a056ee7fc6119ff60a4c471e64bc94b385a1b5afd6aa2eb1a97026f6833", "createdAtBlock": 13944451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4370, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Apollo of the Riviera", "text": "Like the wind, Apollo is free to flow unconstrained.\n\nPolitics and intrigues of the aristocratic magic community are now distant memories after he left the Haven and the exhausting regime imposed by his family, one of the most ancient ones in the community.\n\nAfter his youth training, he left behind him the sure path towards a life of riches and power followed by every member of his family so far, embarrassing his father and attracting his powerful curse.\n\nWas it all worth the price?\n\nSavouring the sweet fruits in silence, Apollo looks again at the vast sea, then to Aella calmly sitting next to him and, satisfied, he gives himself an answer.\n\nWith the sun rising on the horizon, Apollo of the Riviera stands up and packs his magic artifacts and spell book, ready to flow through the new day."}
{"id": "1f56580a-f0e2-4c39-8e93-724acff5d1ca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:41.946", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmREKn6KfaP6dpGeR7nMxrUjghs3Jk1UMwvDDY3HxaqVQ1", "txHash": "0x57e18ef6bd182991406c067a9a04ef10cd4146d9087736295c9949d3bddac3ce", "createdAtBlock": 13944680, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8098, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Ifran of the Atheneum", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Ifran of the Atheneum\n\nMagus Ifran of the Atheneum wanders through vast lands in search for the sacred spore of the gods. \n\nWhat for, you may ask? \n\nTo dissolve one's ego, and flow into nothingness."}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep\n\n# Prologue\n\nOfaris looked at his hands, which pulsed warm with magical energy. He never failed to cast a single spell, and everyone around him knew it. When the blue glow around Ofaris finally subsided, there was a loud applause and cheers.\n\nLots of people gathered here in the swamps. Some didn't believe Ofaris could really do it, others just really wanted to see it again. There were only a few wizards in the country who mastered the spell of teleportation, but it was he who did it repeatedly and with always striking accuracy.\n\n\"Bravo, my friend!\"\n\n\"Unbelievable!\"\n\nThe cheers didn't stop around, and Ofaris enjoyed them properly. Today, he had his hair cut, his beard oiled, and his periwinkle coat cleaned. He wanted everyone to remember him as best they could, especially those who did not master the secrets of magic.\n\n\"If you'll excuse me.\" Ofaris bowed politely, gently hitting the ground with his Sun staff, and dozens of fluttering fireflies flew out of the glowing tip of the clear fire, illuminating the shadows of the swamps around him. \"My colleague here is very grumpy when I keep him waiting too long. He literally adores swamps. \n\nAll eyes fell on the golden frog sitting beside Ofaris grunting, apparently unaware of the importance of the moment.\n\nOfaris smiled and set out across the soft ground to the core of the vast swamps, leaving all curious glances behind. He always said that he made trips to the swamps mostly for his Frog, and although that was partly true, he enjoyed this place unbelievably.\n\nNo one dared to follow him here. The moss-covered ground and mirror-calm levels of the lakes all around were too dangerous for ordinary mortals, but also for many wizards."}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "But not for Ofaris. He was one of the best.\n\nHe watched as his frog jumped from one pool to the other in front of him, always testing with his red mouth whether the water was good enough for the golden frog itself. It was a petty ritual, but Ofaris was glad his frog was aware of its rarity. Green, brown, yellow and even blue frogs were fairly common, but golden? There was perhaps only one of them, and it belonged to Ofaris.\n\nEvery good wizard had his animal and they played a very important role. In wisdom, almost no one could match wizards, so their life was quite lonely. They understood faster, learned better and knew more. For many ordinary people, they were eccentric beings with too much power, and therefore each had its own animal, which served as an anchor for their souls. This is the only way they could remember how beautiful and especially fragile life is.\n\nAnd that's why Ofaris's heart almost stopped when he lost sight of his frog for a moment. She was gone, as if the earth had fallen on her.\n\nOfaris was about to use a revealing spell that would help him find the golden rascal, but in the end he decided it was an opportunity for him to explore the swamp a little more.\n\nHe walked among calm lakes with mist, stepped under an old willow tree, and crossed a fallen tree trunk when he finally saw his golden frog. The little devil was sitting quietly on a small mossy island, and Ofaris just had to smile at him. He was a gentleman, and he would never really get angry.\n\nBut what happened then almost took his breath away. Two golden frogs suddenly rested on the island. Ofaris rubbed his eyes, making sure his eyes didn't fool him. Really. Two golden frogs. Was it a spell?\n\n\"Is that yours?\" a gentle female voice spoke."}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "\"Is that yours?\" a gentle female voice spoke.\n\nOfaris hesitated and watched the young woman in the blue suit approach him. Her hair was the color of fresh grass, a curved stick in her hand, a pair of antlers on her head, and a friendly smile on her face. But what struck Ofaris the most was the magical power he felt from this woman.\n\nIt was unbelievable.\n\n\"Yes.\" he stammered and straightened. \"Nice to meet you, my name is Ofaris.\"\n\n\"Celeste.\" a young woman smiled at him.\n\n\"What are you doing so deep in the swamps, may I ask?\"\n\nCeleste laughed. \"A lot of people don't come here, it's so quiet here.\"\n\n\"So we obviously have a similar goal.\" Ofaris said amicably. \"I love this place too.\"\n\n\"But we have a problem, Ofaris.\" Celeste said amusedly, pointing to two golden frogs. They are exactly the same! Maybe I'll pick the wrong one and take your home. \n\nOfaris couldn't help but smile. He knew very well which of the two frogs was his. He felt an unmistakable connection to the animal. But he was also smart and understood what Celeste wanted.\n\n\"In that case, I suggest not moving away from each other until we're really sure whose frog is whose.\"\n\nCeleste nodded. \"Reasonable.\"\n\n\"Indeed.\"\n\n\"But you know frogs, they're stubborn. But it can take hours.'' Celeste protested with a half smile.\n\n\"Maybe days and weeks.\" Ofaris added seriously.\n\nCeleste smiled heavenly at him. \"Looks like we have no choice.\"\n\n# Chapter I.\n\n\"Ofaris, how many years have we known each other?\" Celeste asked him. \"You never made a mistake.\""}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "She was right. He was perhaps the only wizard who had never failed a single spell. He had no gift which he was born with. He studied every spare moment and kept improving, while the other wizards had long since given up. He was a wizard with a warrior's heart, but now he felt so frightened.\n\n\"I'm not sure, Celeste.\" he countered, glancing at the pedestal with the spinning fire. \"Using the Sacred Flame is extremely challenging.\"\n\n\"A lot of wizards have already used it!\" Celeste said.\n\n\"But just look where it got them. My dear, I know you want to reach your full potential, but are you aware of the risks? \n\nCeleste smiled at him, as she had for years, and he, like a well-behaved wizard, could not refuse. She was beautiful and most importantly she was extremely powerful.\n\n\"I certainly wouldn't make it on my own and I don't trust anyone else.\" she told him, lying down on the prepared wood bedding. \"I think I'm a stronger witch than you are.\"\n\n\"So that's how it's going to be?\" Ofaris folded his hands.\n\n\"You didn't let me finish.\" She smiled. \"I'm stronger, but you're much smarter. Your technique of using magic is absolutely unique. Where I have the power, you catch up with me with your knowledge. And that is why you must use the Sacred Flame. Nobody else.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Ofaris said uncertainly and approached the glowing fire in front of him. \"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"I've always been.\n\nOfaris took a deep breath and held out his hands in front of him. He felt the heat of the Sacred Flame and was frightened. He felt the unbridled magical energy roar within him, and he hesitated for a moment. But then he looked at his wife, gritted his teeth, and took the flames in his hands."}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "A complete storm broke out inside as the Sacred Flame entered his body. He was shaking, he was hot, and in an instant he was freezing cold. It was as if every part of his body was charged with magical energy that refused to be bound.\n\nOfaris's knees broke, his ears were closed, and he felt indescribable pain all over his body.\n\n\"You can do it!\" he suddenly heard his wife's familiar voice in the distance.\n\nIf not for her, then for whom else?\n\nOfaris gritted his teeth again, got to his feet, and accepted the pain. That was the only way to control it. For a moment, it was his, as if trying to use the Flame on himself. He felt the heat ripping his body and mind, and at the last moment he shifted all his strength into his palms and aimed them over Celeste's chest.\n\nThe earth shook. The wind blew and the flames rumbled from all directions. An indescribable force flowed through Ofaris, and for the first time in his life, he could not control the flowing magic. He tried his best, but it was pointless as if he was trying to stop the flowing river with his bare hands.\n\nThere was a shout.\n\n\"Celeste!\" screamed Ofaris as he felt too much energy flowing from him. Celeste was strong, but this was too much for ten wizards. He tried to stop the immense power, but he fought in vain.\n\nHis wife's scream continued along with the crackling and roaring, and he trembled with exhaustion until he finally fell to his knees.\n\nSuddenly everything stopped and he heard only his loud heartbeat. He looked at the smoldering body, which to his horror moved.\n\nCeleste was burned. Instead of her lovely face, two bright eyes stared at Ofaris from the darkness."}
{"id": "4a1eb582-eae9-422b-ba9e-21a32f545636-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.135", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x99963a1cca0a08ee589c026e63e3a7e107bd2283e48c707a7f7e84c0d41f2082", "createdAtBlock": 13944731, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "\"What am I?!\" she suddenly screamed so loud that Ofaris had to cover his ears.\n\nCeleste stared at her purple fingers, pieces of her skin shattering and flying around, only to reunite for a moment and split off elsewhere.\n\n\"What did you do to me ?!\"\n\nOfaris stared at his wife with fear in his eyes.\n\nShe looked at him with sheer hatred.\n\nAnd so Ofaris disappeared. He used the teleportation spell he knew so well, and a moment later he landed on the wooden floor of his house.\n\nHe knelt on the ground, crying and staring at his hands, which pulsed warm with magical energy. He had just failed to cast the only spell that really mattered."}
{"id": "1d121925-1caf-4997-a5f0-711dbb8cf6c1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.949", "backgroundColor": "#e8a055", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTrbrhYdfARfEKqZffVL7oucuv8euXZnpg3DcFxr6s7Pu", "txHash": "0x4da5af05041a697a4309577b20b6decbc22c87a9a5ec736317a5a577524af1c9", "createdAtBlock": 13944768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood\n\n### The Early days\n\nLaconic, rugged and often stubborn - Wolfram has only a few friends apart from his chatty feline companion McGonagall.\n\nThose meeting Wolfram for the first time often mistake his silence, sparsely broken by gruntles of a doubtful \"hmm\" or a commending \"argh\", as aloofness or unkindness. However those who have spent enough time around Wolfram, often out of need for his guidance navigating the twisting Hedge Wizard Woods, often come to realize his friendly, candid character and indubitable good nature.\n\nWolfram was the unlikely lovechild of a stern Druid from the Hedge Wizard Woods and an alluring witch of the Thorn.\n\nAfter events too early for young Wolfram to recall, his memories begin in the Hedge Wizard Woods where he was brought up by his Druid father.\n\nWolfram's father often left young Wolfram to his own devices in the woods, questionable whether this was a part of a tough parenting regime or carelessness they unquestionably pushed young Wolfram to sharply develop his survival instincts at a young age. True to his heritage, Wolfram demonstrated clear talent for magic at a young age - he quickly and selectively learned, through emulating his father, spells that would help him survive the harshness of the woods.\n\nWolfram naturally grew more familiar with the wildlife in the Woods than he did with other people - which largely consisted of his few-worded father or the even fewer lost travelers they encountered. Naturally, Wolfram developed a preference towards conveying his intentions through actions than using the words he rarely had the need for."}
{"id": "1d121925-1caf-4997-a5f0-711dbb8cf6c1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.949", "backgroundColor": "#e8a055", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTrbrhYdfARfEKqZffVL7oucuv8euXZnpg3DcFxr6s7Pu", "txHash": "0x4da5af05041a697a4309577b20b6decbc22c87a9a5ec736317a5a577524af1c9", "createdAtBlock": 13944768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood", "text": "From his early adventures, Wolfram came to know and experience all of the species that inhabit the Hedge Wizard Woods to varying degrees. Until one day, on a day which his father ambiguously congratulates him for being born, he encounters a creature he has never encountered before: a little black cat, all too small and vulnerable for the harshness of the Woods. How this little domestic creature, so out of place ended up in the depth of the Woods is still unbeknownst to Wolfram - but it took little other than its characteristic loud purrs and affectionate head bumps to convince Wolfram to be disarmed by the little Kitten. Wolfram took the kitten in to protect it from the obvious dangers of the forest: perhaps it was out of deep sympathy, having been largely separated emotionally and physically by his parents himself, that Wolfram acted out of his solitary character to active care for the wellbeing of another living being.\n\nWolfram's father had a particular disliking of his newfound feline companion, perhaps it was the deep black coat on her that reminded him of Wolfram's mother, but his father's dissent took little effect on stubborn Wolfram's decision to keep the kitten around.\n\nDespite Wolfram's efforts to keep the kitten out of harm's way - the little black Kitten insisted on following young Wolfram around all of his adventures since the fateful day they met. Wolfram tried hard to find the young kitten and reunite it with its mother but he was altogether unsuccessful; he secretly wished that they would never find the kitten's mother, and that the little kitten would never leave his side. Thankfully, she never did.\n\nIn their adventures, Wolfram realized frequently that the kitten often led Wolfram to paths that were abnormally fortunate -- often in the form of discovering rare and delectable mushrooms and herbs."}
{"id": "1d121925-1caf-4997-a5f0-711dbb8cf6c1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:43.949", "backgroundColor": "#e8a055", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTrbrhYdfARfEKqZffVL7oucuv8euXZnpg3DcFxr6s7Pu", "txHash": "0x4da5af05041a697a4309577b20b6decbc22c87a9a5ec736317a5a577524af1c9", "createdAtBlock": 13944768, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 784, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Wolfram of the Wood", "text": "These early days in the Woods underpin Wolfram's staunch penchant for Function over Form in all things, especially magic, to shape what other Wizards who refer to and rely on his resourcefulness as \"the Pragmatic one\". His early days in the woods shaped his preference and aptitude in the natural magic of the woods, water and earth which he uses tactfully in times of combat or leisurely stewarding of the Woods. Wolfram and McGonagall to this day take refuge in the Hedge Wizard Woods, tending to his garden and occasionally providing assistance to travelers unfortunate enough to be lost in the Woods.\n\n### Woodland Encounters\n\n### Battle Mages, Kobolds and Runes\n\nTo be continued..."}
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{"id": "e32af996-c900-4985-aa45-a5c6bd062d5b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:45.488", "backgroundColor": "#a7b9cd", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXuf9iU1qvjfpP3V4XmKkA3bze7b3eWDDtt6mcAWzCohW", "txHash": "0xefa1b7622c99d942422cda4306bd8099fd57ce944c5cb75cf450e58680e96a50", "createdAtBlock": 13945227, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2978, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jerret ", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Jerret \n\n_An optimistic mind-set finds dozens of possible solutions for every problem that the pessimist regards as incurable_ \n\nOne potion makes you larger, and one potion makes you small,\n\nAnd the ones that mother gives you dont do anything at all.\n\nGo ask Jerret, when hes ten feet tall.\n\nAnd if you go chasing rabbits, and you know youre going to fall.\n\nYouve just drank the astral potion and your mind is moving low.\n\nGo ask Jerret, I think he will know.\n\nWhen logic and proportion, have fallen sloppy dead,\n\nAnd the runes are talking backwards, turning gold into lead,\n\nRemember what the psychic rabbit said,\n\nFeed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head!"}
{"id": "e2819a0e-930b-483e-9985-63f49e5f60b8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:46.252", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVjuG7H2AoF4RCqKqgF3srC1TVpSkwejF2KS3r6sV89Vw", "txHash": "0x8ff7a9b455263a9fea2bdb36f6f70ca2e1b798a2235273c0ba6f2a6d5a739b03", "createdAtBlock": 13945273, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 553, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Horned Phantasm Celeste of the Ice Abyss", "text": "# Chapter I.\n\nCeleste walked down a long corridor with a marble floor and tall columns at the sides.\n\n\"What a pity it would be to destroy all this?\" she asked the bony Frog, who was trying to keep up with her fast pace.\n\nShe had come a long way, but she finally tracked down the man who had been responsible for her current appearance some time ago. His name was said to be Ofaris. It was hard to find him, he was obviously trying to hide as best he could, but he couldn't match her. Celeste wasn't sure what to do with him when she finally defeated him, but she had a hard time finding mercy.\n\nShe opened the carved double door in front of her and entered another corridor, with a long red carpet. Unlike the previous one, however, four wizards were standing in front of her.\n\nThey stared menacingly at Celeste, but she didn't stop walking. She continued forward, and that brought uncertainty to the wizards in front of her. They were probably the defenders of Ofaris. She could feel their magical power, and it certainly wasn't small, but they were no match for her.\n\n\"Stop! Not a step further!  one of them ordered.\n\n\"Do you even know who I am?\" Celeste asked, not stopping. The wizards exchanged glances, and that was her answer. \"Then you know its pointless for you to try anything. I did not come for you, but for your master. If you have any reason in your learned heads, get out of my way. \n\nThe wizard swallowed, but in the end all of them parted and let Celeste pass. They stared at her back, but none of them dared to attack insidiously. She would stop their attacks anyway.\n\nCeleste opened the last door and entered a decorated room with a throne. The man who disfigured her sat in a high chair in front of her."}
{"id": "e2819a0e-930b-483e-9985-63f49e5f60b8-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:46.252", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVjuG7H2AoF4RCqKqgF3srC1TVpSkwejF2KS3r6sV89Vw", "txHash": "0x8ff7a9b455263a9fea2bdb36f6f70ca2e1b798a2235273c0ba6f2a6d5a739b03", "createdAtBlock": 13945273, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 553, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Horned Phantasm Celeste of the Ice Abyss", "text": "\"I was waiting for you to come,\" Ofaris growled.\n\n\"If it's the justice you're looking for, you could have found me and saved me a lot of time.\" Celeste said and finally stopped in front of his throne. She was ready to cast powerful spells in an instant, but Ofaris didn't seem to care.\n\n\"I regret every moment of those fateful moments every single day.\" he said heavily. \"I just wanted to help you.\"\n\n\"Help?\" Celeste yelled at him. \"You made me a monster!\"\n\n\"You wanted it yourself!\"\n\nCeleste stared at him in astonishment. She didn't remember anything that had happened before her transformation. Ofaris's face was familiar, but she deliberately didn't want to explore their relationship further. She didn't want to suffer like he did.\n\n\"Celeste, don't delay.\" Ofaris said at last. \"We both know you're stronger. You always have been and now there is no doubt about that. I'm not a match for you.\n\n\"You want me to kill you?\" she asked him in surprise.\n\n\"Only you know the punishment I deserve.\"\n\nCeleste nodded. She didn't expect the man not to defend himself, and so she held out her hand enveloped in magical power.\n\nOfaris just watched her closely and didnt make any attempts to stop her. This shocked Celeste, so she asked him another question.\n\n\"Any last words?\"\n\nOfaris smiled. \"Please take care of my frog.\"\n\nCeleste looked around the room and noticed a gold-skinned frog sitting next to her bony frog. The sight reminded her of something distant. Something she couldn't understand, but her heart shook at the sight.\n\n\"Do they know each other?\" she finally asked. \"My frog didn't even want to see any other frog. Its hard to make friends for him"}
{"id": "e2819a0e-930b-483e-9985-63f49e5f60b8-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:46.252", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVjuG7H2AoF4RCqKqgF3srC1TVpSkwejF2KS3r6sV89Vw", "txHash": "0x8ff7a9b455263a9fea2bdb36f6f70ca2e1b798a2235273c0ba6f2a6d5a739b03", "createdAtBlock": 13945273, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 553, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Horned Phantasm Celeste of the Ice Abyss", "text": "\"Yes.\" Ofaris smiled. \"They know each other. Finding a new friend is difficult for them. It can take hours. \n\nCeleste's heart pounded. \"Maybe days and weeks.\"\n\nOfaris smiled heavenly at her. \"Looks like we have no choice.\""}
{"id": "1760007b-b076-45ee-9c52-2bae1ad5b801-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:16.29", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfNXkTs8n9ATxhvuu9Bju7TDsb1kXcXG2ZVpJZMMW8Mad", "txHash": "0xf22362df9ac49d1023367da9f98d6673cb717f768e47289fed9db4d04e8b9860", "createdAtBlock": 15069171, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10237, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adrian Disintegrator of the Slime Pits", "text": "Some men are naturally born to great Destiny. Adrian was born to die. He had to wrestle greatness from Destiny's grip by force.\n\nIn the depths of Slime Pits, the worst slums in Runiverse, among the poorest scum, he defied all the odds and became one of the most feared bounty hunters for hire. \n\nHis price is a steep one though, affordable only by the wealthiest and most motivated entities.\n\nAs a man of principle, his honor dictates to either fulfill his contract in full or die. He took countless contracts, he never died. \n\nHe rejected a contract only once...and the very idea of this failure still haunts him. That day a dark and creepy entity offered to pay him more than 10x his net worth to bring them a head of Illuminatus. \n\nAnd today he has a Deja Vu. A different, but no less creepy entity offers him the same deal, with even higher payout.\n\n*Alignment: Lawful Evil*"}
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{"id": "11ff3330-bf87-4279-bd36-91ca2a1ed646-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:54.448", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYL7LkPrVYesJ7QNj4Do2itNKP79MmhS88Wf45Lw8vuBz", "txHash": "0x06b243bcc9655257fe3563d13bea4788b9d4252e3841d9479e02c85b3b51c495", "createdAtBlock": 13945890, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9024, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Cassiopeia of the Mount", "text": "# The Lore of Adept Cassiopeia of the Mount\n\nTrees of orange blossom, bright as silk, as knightly banners shining on the hill, as my own little slime-helper. The milk of unicorns. I sometimes taste it still as I practice my magic on the Mount and think back to old times. I shake my hair, and give thanks to my ancestorsthe fount of hidden secrets. Still I hear them there with bowl and pestle, working as I sleep and dream my childhood dreams. I am the flag of futurememory so vast and deep that when you try to keep it in a bag and carry on, defying chant and rhyme it wriggles free, stands proud of place and time."}
{"id": "8025daa2-b6f1-498d-9b47-f6c3b0cd6a85-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:08.329", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmafXtpAEtdv5aiLedZyNG2qXnedrB1gWkn8fbMU4zy8vH", "txHash": "0x4d9be936221dd8f4044dd280bef1e4fd714f4b46d780ed993257777246f8d2fa", "createdAtBlock": 13950470, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1525, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Goliath of the Desert", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Goliath of the Desert\n\nGoliath always lived under the shadow of his overachieving twin brother Danny, and carries the weight of his tremendously ambitious name. Coming from a family of battle mages sworn to protect the Forgotten Runes from the nefarious minions of the Quantum Shadow, Goliath was trained in the arts of war from a very young age. Descended from a lineage of some of the most celebrated warriors in the Runiverse, expectations were high for him...but Goliath never really liked to fight. He preferred to plop down on a hammock on the beach on a sunny day with a tall glass of pink lemonade beside him, and a good book describing the adventures of a wise wizard or noble warrior of the realms. However, if his parents caught him doing any such thing, it would've been an immediate beating followed by 100 push-ups.\n\nAlthough Danny was obviously the favorite and the one who earned the highest grades, won all the mage tournaments, and was the most popular amongst their peers, Goliath also managed to find his niche in life. Combining his love of astronomy as well as the performance arts, he discovered a talent for illusion magic. Everyone thought he would fail the battle mage admissions trials, but Goliath managed to weave his glamours to make the other competitors take each other out until he was the only one left standing. His parents, though they preferred the direct approach to combat (fireballs and such), were begrudgingly impressed by the son whom they had previously thought would spend the rest of his life living in their basement. And thus began the saga of Battle Mage Goliath."}
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{"id": "60336145-5824-4b32-9e2d-1dbfa7e810f3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:50.562", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXPHhYM4yLhtpV2dfkCaauHZfZrFZuTTtMW7FaUyeZoqf", "txHash": "0x3b2dd71d221d57289e4e8eb642f743c21df50ac6d291766651dd35f701d82dce", "createdAtBlock": 14017855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6787, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Durm of the Fey", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Durm of the Fey\n\nWhen one thinks of battle-mages, one  \nrecalls the firebombing of the town,  \nthe sudden avalanche, eclipsing sun,  \nthat small terrible moment when they drowned  \nthe harbour village. But battle is art  \nof wit and wonder. I brew passion draft  \nand keep pike-men from breaking. Give them heart,  \ngenerals ask. So many times Ive laughed  \nand warned them that one cannot gild a turd  \nto win a hopeless battle. Wretched wraiths  \nwill open bastions, let loose every bird,  \nbetray, to live. One cannot rest on faith  \nand promises and hope and chance to win.  \nYou understand me? Well, thenlets begin."}
{"id": "b5cecc8d-344b-4636-b1ce-87d7ff19bf48-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:58.725", "backgroundColor": "#404d84", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSy8vfVshKiRMXVwVs6r1US4mzqeL1CU45VNmYNvs21tQ", "txHash": "0x37f781f685aca1972c90a9d44b2d3134b639d3dcd408c524c00ae056bbe1491d", "createdAtBlock": 13947311, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9576, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Dante of the Sands", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Dante of the Sands\n\nA member of the Magi, Dante holds the knowledge of an illustrious brand of magic, practiced only by him and others of his creed. Though he is of the Sands, little is known of his true origins. Faint whispers of a reflection flickering off of an oasis pool, revealing a floating homestead, have been heard but never spoken. \n \nDante has been seen in every corner of the lands; he seems to appear at the most opportune of moments. Accompanied by a shapeshifting slime by the name of Morpheus, the duo seem to have spatial and temporal abilities beyond the scope of the Magi. Doubts have been cast as to who is truly the most powerful of the two.\n \nHis looks belie his age. Younger than most wizards at the year of 33, his spry body can perform quite the athletic feat. Donned in the airy clothing befitting his dusty, dry homeland, Dante of the Sands has been known to extoll the fabric's virtues with the phrase The comfier the clothing, the better the magic!"}
{"id": "8a6335aa-3e33-4e7f-af2a-f55d0309048d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:59.52", "backgroundColor": "#19261f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR7apQApQCQa7DohWo4UqWSGzxqb4UtAGdBmPGf1uhcNj", "txHash": "0x9f703ef9edf00436eaf392f4320537cb7ce00f18c0960169052458a13a4501a6", "createdAtBlock": 13947716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Milton of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Milton of the Bastion\n\nMilton never knew his parents; he was found abandoned in the thick forest near Dream Master Lake by the fellows at Blue Wizard Bastion. Never told of his heritage by his adopted parents, he was raised within blue hat culture, and trained as a blue wizard. \n\nMilton was the slowest in his class, he never demonstrated the same natural talent in the arcane as his peers or the same rigor in his academic papers. Around his 30th birthday, it was reveled to Milton by his parents on their death bed that he was not their biological son at all, but rather found and assumed to be of blue hat blood.\n\nIt took Milton years of experimentation to find his natural leanings in druidic magic, but due to late adoption of green hat magic, he isn't quite seen as a peer by either faction. Disagreeing with the eco-facist beleifs of the green and lacking the academic rigor of the blue, Milton sees himself as a jack of many types of magic and a master of none. \n\nWhat keeps him up at night are his anxieties that he isn't a true Green Wizard either, and he committed prematurly to make up for his lost time at Blue Wizard Bastion."}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry\n\n_I love you,_ the last words I heard mother say before I was left, all alone, in the wild. \n\nShe didnt want to, but she had no choice and now at the mere age of 8, I was forced to fend for myself. \n\nSoon things would begin to look up. Welcome to my Chronicles. \n\n\n# Chapter 1- The Marsh  \n\n\n\tThe cold began to nip at my feet as I jumped awake. I knew what this meant; I must migrate south. \n\nI had spent many years in the Wild at this point, alone except for the occasional caravan passing through, \n\nso I had gotten to know the area well. The south not so much, but I knew that for my own survival I must go. \n\nWith no belongings except the clothes on my back, I set out for Kelpies Bay, not knowing what Id have to do\n\nto get there. \n\tIt all started as I drifted off of the Carnival Pass and into the Fey, itching for a change in scenery and\n\nmaybe even an adventure. Soon, though, my boots began to get stuck in the ground. It was mud, but it wouldnt\n\nbudge. Every move I made only made me sink deeper, and thats when I realized, _quicksand._ \n\n\tI reached for the nearest tree and I attempted to heave myself out to no avail. The sand quickly rose past\n\nmy waist. This was it. I simply relaxed, waiting for the inevitable. Just as I did, my body began to rise from the\n\nquicksand, slowly but surely. I was able to slide myself off and prop myself upon a nearby tree.\n\tI then noticed a sign, just across from the pool of quicksand I had fallen in. It read , Welcome to Frog Master"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "Marsh: Population- few. Here be quicksand! I chuckled to myself, _How ironic,_ but I couldnt get up. My eyelids \n\nbegan to become heavy \n\n~ \n\n\tI jolted awake to see a man. Woah there! he said, Calm down, I aint gonna hurt you. I relaxed a little, \n\nthough reasonably still on edge. That mudworm got you pretty well.\n\tMudworm? I asked. \n\tThey live in the quicksand, they got a pretty ugly stinger, the man replied, the names Chaw by the way,\n\nand I think you may owe me something.\n\tWell, _Chaw,_ I dont have any money to give you, I replied.\n\tThats not quite what I want, Chaw said, Ive got a task for you, and dont you go running off, I got\n\nconnections, ya know.\n\tOkay, I responded, cursing under my breath for getting myself into this situation, What do you want?\n\tTheres this small temple just north of here, theres a bunch of goons hanging out there, and they seem to be\n\ntrying to take over the marsh. I need you to take them out.\n\tIs there anything I need to know first, I said, knowing that this would be easy.\n\tNot that I know of, Chaw said, You best be on your way.\n\tI nodded and stood up. My head pounded, but I tried my best to act unaffected and continued out the door of\n\nChaws shack.\n\tThe temple turned out to be extremely close to the shack just like Chaw had implied. This is going to be fun,\n\nhe said to himself, and surged forward through the mud.\n\tAs I neared the men, they jumped up. Some javelins came raining down from the top of the temple, but I kept"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "running, dodging them as I went. The goons began to run at me, armed with spears.\n\tAs they began to raise their arms ready to strike, fire erupted from my hands. The men screamed as I pushed \n\npast. The goons standing near the main gate fled, letting me enter the stone structure freely.\n\tThere appeared to be three levels, all rigged with traps no doubt. The staircase was grand, leading to two sides\n\nof the next floor. I took the right side, which led me into some sort of labyrinth. As I hesitantly walked forward, my \n\nfoot got caught on a wire. An axe swung down from the ceiling. I dropped. My head hit the stone floor, but I guess its\n\nbetter than hitting an axe. \n\tLuckily though, this was to my favor. I pried the axe from the ceiling, it was surprisingly heavy, but I could make \n\ndue. I began to swing at the already fractured stone wall which quickly gave way. I did this until I came out on the other\n\nside, revealing a grand chamber that connected to the third floor.\n\tGoons flooded in from both of the staircases beside me, all armed to the teeth. I would be lying if I said I didnt fear\n\nfor my life, but I was prepared. I simply stood in the middle of the chamber as they charged at me from all angles. I got into \n\na right lunge, putting my hands at chest level. I was surrounded. I waved my hands in a circle around my body and a massive \n\nwave of fire filled the room, bisecting every living thing it came in contact with.\n\tThe carnage was too much to bear, so I ran up the stairs. What I saw next, I was not prepared for. A hulking, insanely"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "tall, muscular thing armed with a tree trunk. I froze in place. The thing didnt seem to notice me, so I turned and sprinted. \n\nA stone fell from beneath me as I did. It crashed loudly on the floor below. Hey!\n\tI ran for my life, but he was too fast, so I had to stand against him. I turned around, throwing a fireball at his chest. \n\nIt quickly dispersed against him. He was immune. Then things went black.\n\tHey! I heard again, but this time it was a womans voice,  pick on someone your own size!\n\tI felt enormous stomps, multiple sets, followed by many other footsteps. The steps turned into rumbles and clinks as a \n\nfight broke out in between an unknown amount of people.\n\tHey, its okay, the woman said into my ear. I was able to pry my eyes open to see a woman with brown hair and brown\n\neyes, Ill get you stitched up. I turned my head to see the fight. There was a thing like the other one, beating it in hand-to-hand \n\ncombat while normal men were prodding it with spears. Keep your head up, okay, the woman said, you have a family?\n\tNo,not anymore, I said as she patched me up.\n\tIm sorry to hear that. We might have a pla-, she was saying before she was cut off by the first thing falling and collapsing \n\nthe floor beneath it. Alright, she said as she picked me up. We rushed out, the floor caving behind the army.\n\n~ \n\n\tOver the next few years I grew up in a proper family. The people who rescued me, the Keras, took me in. They gave me a name,"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "food and a roof. I came to be known as Jiang. A few years after they adopted me, they gave me a frog for my birthday. I could have \n\nnever been happier. Unfortunately, my adventures were not yet over. This one is a bit more upsetting.\n\n# Chapter II: A Reckoning\n\n\n\tThe Keras were good people, but they were rulers. They ruled over the Belfry for many years. They were generally viewed as \n\nbenevolent, but being a ruler will put you on someones hit list. Then came the day.\n\tI awoke to smoke filling my room. I quickly got dressed and headed down the spiral staircase of the tower to see the bottom wooden \n\nfloors on fire. There were the bodies. My heart dropped. I had to find them, the people that did this. The only people to ever show \n\nme real mercy.\n\tI fled through my bedroom window. I didnt know where to go, but I left town.\n\tNight seemed to pass quickly as I searched for any one to blame. In the morning I went into a tavern, hoping not only to rest \n\nbut maybe to find something out.\n\tAs I approached, the tavern worker seemed instantly on edge. Could I get a room? I asked.\n\tI dont give rooms to murderers! he proclaimed, in fact Ill go inform the guards immediately!\n\tWhat do you mean? I asked.\n\tIts not just a coincidence that they were killed by fire, he said, Its obvious that their pyromancer, wildborne son is to blame.\n\tI couldnt take it anymore. I turned and ran out.\n\tGuards! the tavern man said, hes escaping.\n\tNow I had to find who did this, not just for the Keras, but my future depended on it. I decided to venture to For Gnome Wold as"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "the Keras had close royal friends there. I figured they would understand my situation.\n\tAs I journeyed through the mountains, with my frog(which I had named Joel), I came upon my highest highs and lowest lows. I knew \n\nthis time, unlike last time, no one would come to my rescue. If anything it would be the opposite. Though it was also oldly freeing. I didnt \n\nneed to go on this crusade. I couldve stopped at any point, but my will to do whats right surpassed those urges and I was soon in the \n\nfoothills, nearing Fur Gnome Wold.\n\tThe king was understanding. He knew a guilty man would never walk this far under such treacherous conditions, so he granted me \n\namnesty and a home in the castle. I had never felt so relieved. He even offered to help me find who did this.\n\tNow this, I wouldve never expected.\n\tI settled into bed in my new(maybe even permanent) room and set my bag just beside me. I expected to get some much-needed sleep, \n\nbut instead I heard something.\n\tYou must be hasty, the soldiers are already in the mountains.\n\tThis sure got my attention, but I didnt want to make it obvious. I sat back on my bed, reviewing my options when a heard footsteps \n\napproaching my room. The door handle turned and the door swung open. The man, expecting me to be asleep, ran in and brandished his \n\nknife, but first he had to gloat.\n\tYou walked right into our trap, didnt you, he said.\n\tIt would seem that way, I responded, attempting to dig my dagger from my bag.\n\tNot so fast! the man said, plunging his knife into my side. It burned, but there was no blood, so I attacked back,slicing the man in"}
{"id": "510cb756-1986-4f93-85bf-c56a648214ed-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:00.282", "backgroundColor": "#f1d0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSgj7VUWGwkcDEMLAns7tNTJveYcn2KiwnGY4FhQUvPjV", "txHash": "0x0e7a8e940bbf065e4689a9db16a046e32813a2194f5d47a7477104c8222a83dd", "createdAtBlock": 13947861, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4715, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jiang of the Belfry", "text": "the face. He fell to the marble floor. I sprung up, unwounded, grabbing my bag and unlatching the window, I jumped, not looking back. \n\nNow I knew.\n\tI ran south and ended up where I was before- the Wild. The land I always knew as home before being brought into the Belfry. \n\nTo conclude my chronicles, Ill tell you the aftermath.\n\tThe Gnomes conquered the Belfry, securing sea access. I would later come into conflict with them again. I had begun to tame the wild, \n\nbut the Gnomes brought an end to that. Now I wander.\n\tAs to why I survived: I later found a Goblet of Immortality in my bag. With it, came a note that read, _Dear son, I know what will soon_ \n\n_happen to us and I cannot stop it. I love you, son. Though there is a secret I kept from you, Im a chronomancer._\n\tId be lying if I said this didnt upset me. _Why could she not fix it?_ I know she had her reasons, but to think that she could still be \n\nhere today pains me.\n\tEven though I live in the wild, Ill always be from the Belfry, and no one, not even the Gnomes, can take that from me."}
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{"id": "da8b75cc-3cda-4d14-8b5d-2152bbbafaa5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:31.8", "backgroundColor": "#6f1636", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYpT5nFEhAJXiweZGr1P5yRpcAyqGHV28EDgVRZpvQ3Aj", "txHash": "0xef14e5bf24cb0c7bdc884fc42c51a2bf3d73c53bdd683be59f7b75ded7b30427", "createdAtBlock": 14094586, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4140, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Summoner Celeste of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of Summoner Celeste of the Hills\n\nAppearances can be deceiving, and in Celeste's case this is no different.  One might think her hair is styled as such that it is representing the snakes to which she holds the power of manipulation.  However, when confronted with grave danger, her hair becomes the living embodiment of Red Mamba's and each individual wave in her hair a venomous snake to which she can summon to her enemy's peril. \n\nCeleste is a holder of a Gorgon's eye. Beholding this power she has been known to elevate her mental state to such a degree that her mind and body become separate entities.  While in possession of Gorgon's eye Celeste becomes a duality of the terrifying visage  of Stone-turned faces and the actual living embodiment of the snakes she herself can summon at the raise of the eye\n\nCeleste's lineage can be dated back to the Summoning Charmer's of Algador. It is within the walls of Algador's castle that Celeste first learned of the power to manipulate Red Mamba's and bend them to her will.  As first born, Celeste has learned to wield the true power of Gorgon's Eye. Two Summoners per generation has the ability to simultaneously wield Gorgon's Eye whilst controlling Red Mambas.  It is the great Summoner Celeste who nonetheless possesses this unique power embedded directly into her genes that she can now pass down to her first-born future kin."}
{"id": "da8b75cc-3cda-4d14-8b5d-2152bbbafaa5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:31.8", "backgroundColor": "#6f1636", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYpT5nFEhAJXiweZGr1P5yRpcAyqGHV28EDgVRZpvQ3Aj", "txHash": "0xef14e5bf24cb0c7bdc884fc42c51a2bf3d73c53bdd683be59f7b75ded7b30427", "createdAtBlock": 14094586, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4140, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Summoner Celeste of the Hills", "text": "Legends speak of a certain society Celeste is thought to belong to. Rumors abound, the ancient order of the **Black Dragon Society** is just that, a rumor.  For it is among the most secretive societies, forever imposing their reach and gathering more soldiers into their society.  The Black Dragon Society has been thought to long have control over the power of dragons, but that isn't their only reason for existing.  They are believed to be behind the scenes, pulling the strings of major world events to benefit their agenda.  That agenda?  If someone were to live to tell about it after encountering them, there would be a better understanding.  It seems as though their undeniable persuasion of the Black Dragon Society has regular folk dying, possibly even literally, to join."}
{"id": "730bee5d-105c-46e5-a9e7-e456c99ba230-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:02.582", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd436ni8m1gFWJFvvYhzQeNW3TEhGAeFxi1o5hBfQckLw", "txHash": "0x2c0e2ced2fc6ae8fd92095a025503d040adf59a06faf7c55aaa7f97ba0fe0dff", "createdAtBlock": 13948700, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5455, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Blood Eater Revenant Ozohr of Nightmare Paradise", "text": "# The Lore of Blood Eater Revenant Ozohr of Nightmare Paradise\n\nOzohr is most active when wizards sleep, visiting them in their dreams. They say that when some wizards visit Nightmare Paradise, they never wake up, joining Ozohr as minion in his undead campaign to haunt all wizards.\n\nThe Mystic Ozohr, before he passed through the flame, used to spend much of his time sleeping, he loved living in the dream world.  Although coming from a mystic family, Ozohr had never displayed any special gifts, choosing to spend most of his time sleeping and dreaming. Only later did people realize he had the ability to visit them in his dream state... Before the tower of Fire, Ozohr mostly did harmless things in his dreams, planting seeds of ideas, visiting the Wizard Empress once and having her dream of marriage to the very boring Ozohr.\n\nRejected from the world, sent to the fire, the Blood Eater emerged and all those powers of sleep teleportation transitioned to the lust for blood. \n\nIt is said that only the wafting odor of the magical Soul Rose will awaken a wizard once put under the spell of Ozohr. The only defence to never go under is to consume one Jelly Donut per month, to ward away the powers of Ozohr. \n\nOtherwise you will be spending your time in Nightmare Paradise."}
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{"id": "d3f40566-3559-4586-96b8-f2a31629995f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:11.381", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme91H7WVzhAXmtJatc275mjAGEQkrNSU8fQNsziUWsepa", "txHash": "0xfc6046fbf281826f2a2827482ef119ff61ff689d78cc8c1f5fddbdd1241f7bf6", "createdAtBlock": 13950520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4162, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Blaise of the Oasis", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Blaise of the Oasis\n\nAlchemist Blaise has always been the most unlucky soul to ever walk these lands. His lifelong streak of bad luck began at the moment of his birth. His parents agreed to name him \"Blaze,\" an incredibly badass name for a future wizard, but the midwife misheard them and recorded his name as \"Blaise\" on the birth certificate...significantly less badass. When he was 10, his entire extended family perished in a mana storm that struck while they were on a camping trip together. At the orphanage, he was the only child no one wanted to foster, until he eventually came of age and got booted out of the system. He worked a series of menial jobs to put food on the table, but could never hold down any of them for long, each time something would happen that would result in him getting fired. He did have a girlfriend once, until one day she decided to switch teams and ran off with another woman.  He tried playing the lottery once, but missed a 1,000,000 gold jackpot by a single digit, and then got mugged the next day. Blaise's life has always, in a word, sucked."}
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{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "# The Loop Master.\n\n(Scene: A tavern. The Wizard Empress is reading alone at a table. An empty chair is opposite her. The Loop Master enters.)\n\nTHE LOOP MASTER: Excuse me. Is this chair taken?\n\nEMPRESS: Excuse me?\n\nTHE LOOP MASTER: Is this taken?\n\nEMPRESS: Yes it is.\n\nTHE LOOP MASTER: Oh. Sorry.\n\nEMPRESS: Sure thing.\n\n(A bell rings softly.)\n\nTLM: Excuse me. Is this chair taken?\n\nEMP: Excuse me?\n\nTLM: Is this taken?\n\nEMP: No, but I'm expecting somebody in a minute.\n\nTLM: Oh. Thanks anyway.\n\nEMP: Sure thing.\n\n(A bell rings softly.)\n\nTLM: Excuse me. Is this chair taken?\n\nEMP: No, but I'm expecting somebody very shortly.\n\nTLM: Would you mind if I sit here till he or she or it comes?\n\nEMP: (Glances at her watch): They do seem to be pretty late...\n\nTLM: You never know who you might be turning down.\n\nEMP: Sorry. Nice try, though.\n\nTLM: Sure thing.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Is this seat taken?\n\nEMP: No it's not.\n\nTLM: Would you mind if I sit here?\n\nEMP: Yes I would.\n\nTLM: Oh.\n\n(Bell)\n\nTLM: Is this chair taken?\n\nEMP: No it's not.\n\nTLM: Would you mind if I sit here?\n\nEMP: No. Go ahead.\n\nTLM: Thanks. (He sits. She continues reading). Every place else seems to be taken.\n\nEMP: Mm-hm.\n\nTLM: Great place.\n\nEMP: Mm-hm.\n\nTLM: What's the book?"}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: Mm-hm.\n\nTLM: What's the book?\n\nEMP: I just wanted to read in quiet, if you don't mind.\n\nTLM: No. Sure thing.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Every place else seems to be taken.\n\nEMP: Mm-hm.\n\nTLM: Great place for reading.\n\nEMP: Yes, I like it.\n\nTLM: What's the book?\n\nEMP: The Sound and the Fury.\n\nTLM: Oh. Hemingway.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: What's the book?\n\nEMP: The Sound and the Fury.\n\nTLM: Oh. Faulkner.\n\nEMP: Have you read it?\n\nTLM: Not...actually. I've sure read about it, though. It's supposed to be great.\n\nEMP: It is great.\n\nTLM: I hear it's great. (Small pause) Waiter?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: What's the book?\n\nEMP: The Sound and the Fury.\n\nTLM: Oh. Faulkner.\n\nEMP: Have you read it?\n\nTLM: I'm a Quidditch fan, myself.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: Have you read it?\n\nTLM: Yeah, I read it in college.\n\nEMP: Where was college?\n\nTLM: I went to Kobold University.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: Where was college?\n\nTLM: I was lying. I never really went to college. I just like to party.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: Where was college?\n\nTLM: The White Wizard Academy.\n\nEMP: Do you like Faulkner?\n\nTLM: I love Faulkner. I spent a whole winter reading him once.\n\nEMP: I've just started."}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: I've just started.\n\nTLM: I was so excited after ten pages that I went out and bought everything else he wrote. One of the greatest reading experiences of my life. I mean, all that incredible psychological understanding. Page after page of gorgeous prose. His profound grasp of the mystery of time and human existence. The smells of the earth. . . . What do you think?\n\nEMP: I think it's pretty boring.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: What's the book?\n\nEMP: The Sound and the Fury.\n\nTLM: Oh! Faulkner!\n\nEMP: Do you like Faulkner?\n\nTLM: I love Faulkner.\n\nEMP: He's incredible.\n\nTLM: I spent a whole winter reading him once.\n\nEMP: I was so excited after ten pages that I went out and bought everything else he wrote.\n\nTLM: All that incredible psychological understanding.\n\nEMP: And the prose is so gorgeous.\n\nTLM: And the way he's grasped the mystery of time--\n\nEMP: --and human existence. I can't believe I've waited this long to read him.\n\nTLM: You never know. You might not have liked him before.\n\nEMP: That's true.\n\nTLM: You might not have been ready for him. You have to hit these things at the right moment or it's no good.\n\nEMP: That's happened to me.\n\nTLM: It's all in the timing. (Small pause.) My name's The Loop Master, by the way.\n\nEMP: I'm The Wizard Empress.\n\nTLM: Hi.\n\nEMP: Hi. (Small pause.)\n\nTLM: Yes I thought reading Faulkner was... a great experience.\n\nEMP: Yes. (Small pause.)\n\nTLM: The Sound and the Fury... (Another small pause.)"}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "TLM: The Sound and the Fury... (Another small pause.)\n\nEMP: Well. Onwards and upwards. (She goes back to her book..)\n\nTLM: Waiter--?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: You have to hit these things at the right moment or it's no good.\n\nEMP: That's happened to me.\n\nTLM: It's all in the timing. My name's The Loop Master, by the way.\n\nEMP: I'm The Wizard Empress.\n\nTLM: Hi.\n\nEMP: Hi.\n\nTLM: Do you come in here a lot?\n\nEMP: Actually I'm just in town for two days from the Quantum Downs.\n\nTLM: Oh. The Quantum Downs.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: My name's The Loop Master, by the way.\n\nEMP: I'm The Wizard Empress.\n\nTLM: Hi.\n\nEMP: Hi.\n\nTLM: Do you come in here a lot?\n\nEMP: Every once in a while. Do you?\n\nTLM: Not so much anymore. Not as much as I used to. Before my nervous breakdown.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Do you come in here a lot?\n\nEMP: Why are you asking?\n\nTLM: Just interested.\n\nEMP: Are you really interested, or do you just want to pick me up?\n\nTLM: No, I'm really interested.\n\nEMP: Why would you be interested in whether I come in here a lot?\n\nTLM: Just . . . getting acquainted."}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "TLM: Just . . . getting acquainted.\n\nEMP: Maybe you're only interested for the sake of making small talk long enough to ask me back to your tower to listen to some music, or because you've just rented this great spell, or because you've got this terrific unknown Magus Wazir record, only all you really want to do is hook up which you won't do very well --after which you'll go into the bathroom and pee very loudly, then pad into the kitchen and get yourself a beer without asking me whether I'd like anything, and then you'll proceed to lie back down beside me and confess that you've got a girlfriend named Druid Diana of the Wood who's away at medical school in Calistas Citadel for a year, and that you've been involved with her--off and on--in what you'll call a very \"complicated\" relationship, for about seven YEARS. None of which interests me, mister!\n\nTLM: Okay.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Do you come in here a lot?\n\nEMP: Every other day, I think.\n\nTLM: I come in here quite a lot and I don't remember seeing you.\n\nEMP: I guess we must be on different schedules.\n\nTLM: Missed connections.\n\nEMP: Yes. Different time zones.\n\nTLM: Amazing how you can live right next door to somebody in this town and never even know it.\n\nEMP: I know.\n\nTLM: City life.\n\nEMP: It's crazy.\n\nTLM: We probably pass each other in the street every day. Right in front of this place, probably.\n\nEMP: Yep."}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: Yep.\n\nTLM(Looks around): Well the waiters here sure seem to be in some different time zone. I can't seem to locate one anywhere. . . .Waiter! (He looks back.). So what do you-- (He sees that she's gone back to her book)\n\nEMP: I beg pardon?\n\nTLM: Nothing. Sorry.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: I guess we must be on different schedules.\n\nTLM: Missed connections.\n\nEMP: Yes. Different time zones.\n\nTLM: Amazing how you can live right next door to somebody in this town and never even know it.\n\nEMP: I know.\n\nTLM: City life.\n\nEMP: It's crazy.\n\nTLM: You weren't waiting for somebody when I came in, were you?\n\nEMP: Actually I was.\n\nTLM: Oh. Boyfriend?\n\nEMP: Sort of.\n\nTLM: What's a sort-of boyfriend?\n\nEMP: My husband.\n\nTLM: Ah-ha.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: You weren't waiting for somebody when I came in, were you?\n\nEMP: Actually I was.\n\nTLM: Oh. Boyfriend?\n\nEMP: Sort of.\n\nTLM: What's a sort-of boyfriend?\n\nEMP: We were meeting here to break up.\n\nTLM: Mm-hm. . .\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: What's a sort-of boyfriend?\n\nEMP: My lover. Here she comes right now!\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: You weren't waiting for somebody when I came in, were you?\n\nEMP: No, just reading.\n\nTLM: Sort of a sad occupation for a Friday night, isn't it? Reading here, all by yourself?\n\nEMP: Do you think so?"}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: Do you think so?\n\nTLM: Well sure. I mean, what's a good-looking woman like you doing out alone on a Friday night?\n\nEMP: Trying to keep away from lines like that.\n\nTLM: No, listen\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: You weren't waiting for somebody when I came in, were you?\n\nEMP: No, just reading.\n\nTLM: Sort of a sad occupation for a Friday night, isn't it? Reading here all by yourself?\n\nEMP: I guess it is, in a way.\n\nTLM: What's a good-looking woman like you doing out alone on a Friday night anyway? No offense, but. . .\n\nEMP: I'm out alone on a Friday night for the first time in a very long time.\n\nTLM: Oh.\n\nEMP: You see, I just recently ended a relationship.\n\nTLM: Oh.\n\nEMP: Of rather long standing.\n\nTLM: I'm sorry.\n\n(Small pause.)\n\nWell listen, since reading by yourself is such a sad occupation for a Friday night, would you like to go elsewhere?\n\nEMP: No . . .\n\nTLM: Do something else?\n\nEMP: No thanks.\n\nTLM: I was headed out to the movies in a while anyway.\n\nEMP: I don't think so.\n\nTLM: Big chance to let Faulkner catch his breath. All those long sentences get him pretty tired.\n\nEMP: Thanks anyway.\n\nTLM: Okay.\n\nEMP: I appreciate the invitation.\n\nTLM: Sure thing.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: You weren't waiting for somebody when I came in, were you?\n\nEMP: No, just reading.\n\nTLM: Sort of a sad occupation for a Friday night, isn't it? Reading here all by yourself?"}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: I guess I was trying to think of it as existentially romantic. You know--cappuccino, great literature, rainy night. . .\n\nTLM: That only works in the Archipelago. We could hop a broom to Archipelago. Find a cafe. . .\n\nEMP: I'm a little short on broom fare tonight.\n\nTLM: Darn it, so am I.\n\nEMP: To tell you the truth, I was headed to the movies after I finished this section. Would you like to come\n\nalong? Since you can't locate a waiter?\n\nTLM: That's a very nice offer, but. . .\n\nEMP: Uh-huh. Girlfriend?\n\nTLM: Two, actually. One of them's pregnant, and Diana--\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: Girlfriend?\n\nTLM: No, I don't have a girlfriend. Not if you mean the castrating witch I dumped last night.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nEMP: Girlfriend?\n\nTLM: Sort of. Sort of.\n\nEMP: What's a sort-of girlfriend?\n\nTLM: My mother.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: I just ended a relationship, actually.\n\nEMP: Oh.\n\nTLM: Of rather long standing.\n\nEMP: I'm sorry to hear it.\n\nTLM: This is my first night out alone in a long time. I feel a little bit at sea, to tell you the truth.\n\nEMP: So you didn't stop to talk because you're a Weird Wizz, or you have some weird political affiliation--?\n\nTLM: Nope. Straight-down-the-ticket Red Wizard.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nStraight-down-the-ticket Blue Wizard.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nCan I tell you something about politics?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nI like to think of myself a citizen of the Runiverse.\n\n(Bell.)"}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "I like to think of myself a citizen of the Runiverse.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Im unaffiliated.\n\nEMP: That's a relief. So am I.\n\nTLM: I vote my beliefs.\n\nEMP: Labels are not important.\n\nTLM: Labels are not important, exactly. Take me, for example. I mean, what does it matter if I had a two-point at\n\n(Bell.)\n\n-three-point at\n\n(Bell.)\n\nfour-point at college? Or if I did come from Cuckoo Land\n\n(Bell.)\n\nThe Toadstools\n\n(Bell.)\n\nThe Capital?\n\nEMP: Sure.\n\nTLM: I believe that a man is what he is.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nA person is what he is.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nA wizard is. . . what they are.\n\nEMP: I think so too.\n\nTLM: So what if I admire the Lich Emperor Supreme?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nSo what if I once had a total-body liposuction?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nSo what if I don't have any magic?\n\n(Bell.)\n\nSo what if I once spent a year in the Wizard Peace Corps? I was acting on my convictions.\n\nEMP: Sure.\n\nTLM: You just can't hang a sign on a person.\n\nEMP: Absolutely. I'll bet you're a Mercury.\n\n(Many bells ring.)\n\nListen, I was headed to the movies after I finished this section. Would you like to come along?\n\nTLM: That sounds like fun. What's playing?\n\nEMP: A couple of the really early Wizzy Allen movies.\n\nTLM: Oh.\n\nEMP: You don't like Wizzy Allen?\n\nTLM: Sure. I like Wizzy Allen.\n\nEMP: But you're not crazy about Wizzy Allen."}
{"id": "f1e3b901-c320-4257-a72c-d72891f4fb2b-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:15.418", "backgroundColor": "#ba2323", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTxis76xbrLJjgiE1962EMZbPMbJ3FeaewPNTAFqBi9sd", "txHash": "0x3e5daf81db545db1a143927365fb5d29c19521aa0edc1baddf25c38c2c58765d", "createdAtBlock": 13951288, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 21, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Loop Master Loopify", "text": "EMP: But you're not crazy about Wizzy Allen.\n\nTLM: Those early ones kind of get on my nerves.\n\nEMP: Uh-huh.\n\n(Bell.)\n\nTLM: Y'know I was headed to the--\n\nEMP (Simultaneously): I was thinking about--\n\nTLM: I'm sorry.\n\nEMP: No, go ahead.\n\nTLM: I was going to say that I was headed to the movies in a little while, and. . .\n\nEMP: So was I.\n\nTLM: The Wizzy Allen festival?\n\nEMP: Just up the street.\n\nTLM: Do you like the early ones?\n\nEMP: I think anybody who doesn't ought to be run off the planet.\n\nTLM: How many times have you seen Big Potion Company Man?\n\nEMP: Eight times.\n\nTLM: Twelve. So are you still interested? (Long pause.)\n\nEMP: Do you like Fermented Milk. . .?\n\nTLM: Last night I went out at two in the morning to get a bottle. Did you have a Witch-a-Sketch as a child?\n\nEMP: Yes! And do you like Brussels sprouts? (Pause.)\n\nTLM: I think theyre disgusting.\n\nEMP: They are disgusting!\n\nTLM: Do you still believe in marriage in spite of current sentiments against it?\n\nEMP: Yes.\n\nTLM: And children?\n\nEMP: Three of them.\n\nTLM: Two girls and a boy.\n\nEMP: Elena, Carly and Zaros of Dream Master Lake.\n\nTLM: And will you love me?\n\nEMP: Yes.\n\nTLM: And cherish me forever?\n\nEMP: Yes.\n\nTLM: Do you still want to go to the movies?\n\nEMP: Sure thing.\n\nTHE LOOP MASTER AND THE WIZARD EMPRESS (Together): Waiter!"}
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{"id": "bf486682-4e8b-400e-8ff8-728c7b764fbc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:16.143", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXYKooGi1fanjbJutBMP4y4fmcjm91asMRFufjRgoCmtq", "txHash": "0x1187826edc6d18a2ee34e557a2f1624fb308254336368b7850eea72dab7f6d9a", "createdAtBlock": 13951705, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2556, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Aleister of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Aleister of the Platonic Shadow\n\nAleister, a mysterious wizard living on aldo's island, he and his partner, Isy the Owl, have traveled across the continent to find a lost ancient apple with immense power. When he found the apple, he tried to use it to create a magic device that could control all undead creatures. Unfortunately, he was defeated by some so-called heroes. After the failure, Aleister retired to the island, secretly brewing the next evil plan, and he wanted those who prevented him to taste pain."}
{"id": "96b66d19-a0df-4a1c-a19a-6541f7d2a561-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:22.939", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWhPwbbzqchctAdu9omJVPmUbybAhHJRHp4Z8aytxW8ie", "txHash": "0xf8d0e3de752a7504fb25f38a72fe81872ce404eb1ac1c278e290c82db185d853", "createdAtBlock": 13954109, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 460, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Eden of the Belfry", "text": "# The Lore of Arcanist Eden of the Belfry\n\nBorn the bastard child of an unknown clergyman, the bell-tower is the only home Eden has ever known. Her mother, an orphan herself, gave Eden to the bell-ringer of the church as she knew a single mother has little hope of providing for a child in the Red city.\n\nIn her youth Eden would peer down from the top of the bell tower and cast judgement upon the red hatted wizards with their riches and exotic pets and think to herself how unjust it should be that some are born with so much and she be relegated to a life of bell tolling."}
{"id": "0e4ed4b5-4ae2-4585-8852-cf4b8ebd1a74-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T16:56:48.589", "backgroundColor": "#1e3b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWgjj3HtrRA1oHLciJmsbeAF6EwBMV1iBDcRYeZR6Td4t", "txHash": "0x6a7d5da4a59003e3527fce3f9418d7b6e57fedc77ec994366e96bd79baa0174d", "createdAtBlock": 15154913, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXmpQPSxwQ3mfkJAxas7EaAEkn76ReJT23KpByBKYfi9A", "name": "Mystic Aleister of the Hollow", "text": "THE STORY OF MYSTIC ALEISTER OF THE HOLLOW\n\n\n\nWhen one first starts their journey with magic they dont often understand the great cost that must be paid for power. As nature demands balance so too does magic, and there is never a way to reverse what has been done. \n\nThere is a burning bright light that shines upon Mystic Aleister of the Hollow, from his very own Star staff, a brightness that gleams in glory, that sets aflame the greens of his robes and the yellowing emerald of his eyes. Eyes that hold eternal wisdom and a world of valuable knowledge. This light is a symbol of his hardships through life and the perils he has endured for his power and goal to save the world.\n\nWith him, a trustworthy forest frog companion named Fern, and the bright Star staff from the meteor that destroyed the Empty Forest, he continues to travel, setting his mark with every location he visits, leaving an impactful reminder of who he is despite his mysterious demeanor. \n\nThousands of years ago, when he was but a child and the forgotten runes had yet to fade slowly from existence, he took a liking to the nature of the world. His love for it grew with every moment he spent learning magic and its ways, how it could be manipulated to his touch, how it could react to his touch. Back then, he had only his hands to use for his powers, but his skill for magic proved to be high, and he could not reach his full potential confined to one forest, so his community in the Empty Forest agreed to let him travel for his studies."}
{"id": "0e4ed4b5-4ae2-4585-8852-cf4b8ebd1a74-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T16:56:48.589", "backgroundColor": "#1e3b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWgjj3HtrRA1oHLciJmsbeAF6EwBMV1iBDcRYeZR6Td4t", "txHash": "0x6a7d5da4a59003e3527fce3f9418d7b6e57fedc77ec994366e96bd79baa0174d", "createdAtBlock": 15154913, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXmpQPSxwQ3mfkJAxas7EaAEkn76ReJT23KpByBKYfi9A", "name": "Mystic Aleister of the Hollow", "text": "With that he was sent away, trekking scorching deserts, meeting elder wizards who taught him the secrets hidden within the general knowledge of magic, concealed under the folds of what is known, to discover what other wizards refused to reveal. He learned how to conjure spirits and create unbreakable enchantments, but the one thing he had been pursuing that eventually gave him his power was Green Magic and the dangers of using it. The magic of nature. He learned that nature demanded a balance. Nature always demanded balance. \n\nThat was how he was able to provide balance for Green Magic from within himself or from others and learned how to manipulate it for his benefit. However, one enchantment may mean a flower withers and dies, and a curse may mean a day of exhaustion from the energy the magic demanded. He spent years mastering the magic of balance, and soon he started to radiate power that was unmatched by other Green wizards. His name started spreading through all corners of the world and he had become successful in what he had set out to do. \n\nAchieving his passion for nature, he journeyed home, eager to finally see his family once more. He had awaited their proud faces for many years, endured every aching magical discovery so that he would one day hear their cheers for him. \nBut what waited for him there was nothing short of a tragedy. With very few survivors, the Empty Forest, which had once been his home, had been completely destroyed from the explosion of an oncoming meteor."}
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{"id": "0e4ed4b5-4ae2-4585-8852-cf4b8ebd1a74-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T16:56:48.589", "backgroundColor": "#1e3b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWgjj3HtrRA1oHLciJmsbeAF6EwBMV1iBDcRYeZR6Td4t", "txHash": "0x6a7d5da4a59003e3527fce3f9418d7b6e57fedc77ec994366e96bd79baa0174d", "createdAtBlock": 15154913, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXmpQPSxwQ3mfkJAxas7EaAEkn76ReJT23KpByBKYfi9A", "name": "Mystic Aleister of the Hollow", "text": "Fern, was the only thing Aleister uttered in that moment. The word said in barely a breath, barely a whisper. The frog hopped off and Aleister felt the need to follow it. Even as every bone in his body ached and screamed for him to travel no more, to give up the search for the meteor. He still continued following the frog. The frog moved fast, hopping from stone to stone to burnt logs until they reached a clearing.\nhttps://nftz.forgottenrunes.com/wizards/alt/400-nobg/wizard-3172.pnghttps://nftz.forgottenrunes.com/wizards/alt/400-nobg/wizard-3172.png \nA space where the trees had been scorched to the bottom of their trunk and a hole in the ground had formed. There was no other location in the forest Aleister had travelled to that was as black and burnt as the hole that had been created from the meteor. His heart cleaved in two at the sight of it. He had never seen a clear definition for Destruction until that moment. The frog croaked, staring at him, as if it had been leading him there the whole time. \n\nAleister climbed down the hole; a faint glow shone brighter as he neared it. The meteor was practically the shape of a small boulder, how something so small could cause such chaos was unbelievable to Aleister. His hand reached forward to touch it and upon the movement, the meteor blazed as bright as the sun. He had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldnt be blinded by its brightness."}
{"id": "0e4ed4b5-4ae2-4585-8852-cf4b8ebd1a74-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T16:56:48.589", "backgroundColor": "#1e3b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWgjj3HtrRA1oHLciJmsbeAF6EwBMV1iBDcRYeZR6Td4t", "txHash": "0x6a7d5da4a59003e3527fce3f9418d7b6e57fedc77ec994366e96bd79baa0174d", "createdAtBlock": 15154913, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3172, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXmpQPSxwQ3mfkJAxas7EaAEkn76ReJT23KpByBKYfi9A", "name": "Mystic Aleister of the Hollow", "text": "The meteor then gave a deafening crack and revealed a starlike staff, blazing with power. The result of the death of the forest. Aleister realised then, the true balance of nature. What the meteor took from him, the life and the power of the forest all fused into one and settled within the staff. The staff held more power than most wizards could dream of, and it reacted to his touch. Because he was born from the forest, his heritage lay in the forest. \n\nIt was as if the staff was made for him. The moment he held that staff, everything changed. His dreams grew and he sought to prevent what had happened in the Empty Forest to other places. With his newfound power and his animal companion, he continued exploring the world, leaving his mark everywhere he went. \nMore and more people started hearing his name, fearing, hating, and loving him. But never finding him. He was never in one place for too long, for the call to adventure never ended and he was always following it. He saved many kingdoms, but also led many to destruction. And he was always searching. Searching for the one quest that would quench the parasite feeding from the guilt within him. \n\nGuilt born from his return to his home forest, from his inability to save those he loved and from his inability to save his home. For years he spent roaming the world hoping to somehow fill the void inside him that was an endless pit of regrets, he was utterly heartbroken. His return home had changed him forever and Aleister was no longer the wizard who had left the Empty Forest, he was no longer the young boy who was full of hopes and dreams."}
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{"id": "7d885dc3-7018-4b33-9111-a2920731c500-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:18.891", "backgroundColor": "#063463", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQoVF5s4n4mSU9bweBkqqPGP3PM4EJy9S32x3nkV31Boz", "txHash": "0x2d473b1a87d46d45e8ee3df9899dc3c91dfc6862d73e32ceb6311a2417dcd90c", "createdAtBlock": 13952979, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1008, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Remus of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Remus of the Hall\n\n**If all the world and love were young,** \n\n**And truth in every shepherd's tongue,** \n\n**These pretty pleasures might me move** \n\n**To live with thee and be thy love.**  \n\n**Time drives the flocks from field to fold**  \n\n**When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,**  \n\n**And Philomel becometh dumb;**  \n\n**The rest complains of cares to come.**  \n\n**The flowers do fade, and wanton fields** \n\n**To wayward winter reckoning yields;**  \n\n**A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.**  \n\n**Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,**  \n\n**Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies** \n\n**Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--**  \n\n**In folly ripe, in reason rotten.** \n\n** \n\n**Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,**  \n\n**Thy coral clasps and amber studs,** \n\n**All these in me no means can move** \n\n**To come to thee and be thy love.**  \n\n**But could youth last and love still breed,**  \n\n**Had joys no date nor age no need,** \n\n**Then these delights my mind might move**  \n\n**To live with thee and be thy love.**"}
{"id": "0ad687db-ff70-471f-bb91-debcc9424747-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:33.198", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVKNx88q1FeHAJKpzLkSbPzda72imh9eDbAs1WF9biSYA", "txHash": "0x09d13f15ac39dd5db235addc8bfe3cbe9441df7b954179c10bff6346ff610fc4", "createdAtBlock": 13956804, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWjZLMCbqBiid8ff39BZk72V1xHCC7Sw3grQSCRXmQwRK", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "# The Lore of Illusionist David of the Veil\n\n## Chapter 1. The Runic Mausoleum of Pleasure.\n\nRight, picture this. Im trudging through Hedge Wizard Wood on my way to Fur Gnome Wold (_you can probably guess what for)_ when I spy a cheeky little cave entrance amongst the shrubbery.\n\nHello, I say. Lets take a gander old chap.\n\nThe old chap in question is Leroy my familiar. He croaks his swift approval and we dive in. The rocky walls soon turn to smooth sandstone and I realize weve hit the jackpot.\n\nAha! Looks like were dungeon diving again old bean. Dibs on the first chest.\n\nLeroy croaks again.\n\nIts starting to get a bit hard to see as we descend deeper into the bowels of the dungeon so I spark up the Solar Staff and throw some light about the place.\n\n \n\nAha! I yell, scooping up a fat coin purse. Looks like an extra week at the Wold for us my boy.\n\nIts at this moment that I hear the heavy breathing\n\nI swing the Solar Staff toward the far corner of the room and am confronted by a horrendously obese Dwarv wearing nothing but a leather loin cloth.\n\nEgads! I yell. Have some decency old chap.\n\nLeroy croaks yet again.\n\nThe round little chap in front of us appears to be rubbing some sort of oily substance over his shiny skin. He is positively gleaming in the light of the staff. Hes moaning in a manner that Ive heard many a time before (_during my previous visits to the Wold_) and licking his surprisingly plump lips.\n\nOh bollocks."}
{"id": "0ad687db-ff70-471f-bb91-debcc9424747-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:33.198", "backgroundColor": "#ffffff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVKNx88q1FeHAJKpzLkSbPzda72imh9eDbAs1WF9biSYA", "txHash": "0x09d13f15ac39dd5db235addc8bfe3cbe9441df7b954179c10bff6346ff610fc4", "createdAtBlock": 13956804, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWjZLMCbqBiid8ff39BZk72V1xHCC7Sw3grQSCRXmQwRK", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "Oh bollocks.\n\nAs the greasy Dwarv begins to move toward us I hear a clattering sound over my left shoulder. Spinning around I find a reanimated skeleton wearing what can only be described as a gimp mask. Its twirling a set of shackles in its boney hand.\n\nSorry chaps were saving ourselves for the Wold.\n\nThe greased Dwarv and the kinky skel dont want to hear it by the looks of things so I decide its time to get us out of there the old fashioned way.\n\nGet ready to hop Leroy old boy.\n\nI raise the Solar Staff and give it a shake.The fat fellow and his rattly companion immediately lock onto the vision Ive manifested in the centre of the room. They shuffle toward it eagerly, the moans coming from the Dwarv sounding like two asthmatic pigs rutting.\n\n \n\nNow, I whisper.\n\nLeroy and my good self slide toward the entrance to this den of lust as our two would-be seducers collide in a ball of oiled blubber and leather clad bone.\n\nEnjoy your evening lads. Well show ourselves out.\n\nWe pop out of the cave entrance and I let out a hearty laugh.\n\nLeroy stares up at me and croaks.\n\nIt was a simple little illusion, my boy. Griselda the Kobold Princess from my old carnival days. The dance of a hundred veils always gets the blood pumping. Speaking of which I think we can still make the Wold by nightfall.\n\nI throw back my head and laugh as I jingle the coin purse."}
{"id": "b4e0f9b8-042c-4d66-892e-2d6fcdce703a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:34.174", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNqsEBTUXkozqcoASAzcrwC72BwrM3vao58LH8rR8r2kN", "txHash": "0xde0d8d45046242ce9fd95f9382d99ade63558fef61e7ce1f628333f027005b46", "createdAtBlock": 13956862, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8621, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Angus of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Angus of the Cosmos\n\nPlagued by loneliness and overwhelmed with self-doubt, Angus was always seeking escape from reality.\n\nIn fact, when Angus was but a child he was so fond of escape by any means that one day he went outside during a freezing cold snowstorm and wrestled a polar bear to death.\n\nKeep in mind that our dear Angus was hardly three feet tall at this time.\n\nHe still wears that polar bear skin atop his head almost every hour of every day as a way to keep the shadowy demon spirits of his mind at bay because for some reason, Angus is convinced that dead polar bear skins repell such evils.\n\nSo how then, you must be asking yourself, is Angus still the victim of such dreadful loneliness and self-doubt that he is constantly seeking escape from reality?\n\nNo reason.\n\nSome time after Angus first skinned that aforementioned polar bear and began to adorn it's skin as a headdress (both for the swag and the supposed demonic protection), Angus began to discover his powers of sorcery.\n\nIt is not precisely known exactly how Angus discovered his talents, as he has never actually relayed the experience to anyone other than his faithful pet cat, aptly named \"Whiskers,\" but his magical powers have nevertheless continued to help him to escape reality without actually being able to completely escape reality.\n\nBecause that would be impossible of course.\n\nAngus has been known to shapeshift whenever he feels like it, but most of the time he chooses not to, because to his utmost dismay, he is unable to bring his polar bear headdress with him into the next form. He has tried many times, consulted many other wizards, shapeshifters, and sorcerers alike; all to no avail."}
{"id": "b4e0f9b8-042c-4d66-892e-2d6fcdce703a-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:34.174", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNqsEBTUXkozqcoASAzcrwC72BwrM3vao58LH8rR8r2kN", "txHash": "0xde0d8d45046242ce9fd95f9382d99ade63558fef61e7ce1f628333f027005b46", "createdAtBlock": 13956862, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8621, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Angus of the Cosmos", "text": "No matter what he tries to do, that headdress just falls to the floor as soon as he changes form, and as anyone who has ever battled spirits before will surely attest to, the demons of the mind stay with the mind no matter what form a soul takes at any given moment.\n\nA real pity for our dear Angus indeed.\n\nBut that is of no matter, because these days Angus rarely uses his magical powers anymore unless absolutely necessary.\n\nAnd since his life is rather solitary as a result of his desire to escape reality, sometimes he might play a few magical spells for Whiskers whenever Whiskers is in a playful mood.\n\nWhiskers enjoys that very much.\n\nAh yes, it would be important to note at this point that Whiskers has been made immortal by Angus' spellcraft only a short time after Angus discovered his abilities. This means that Whiskers will forever be the same age, but since bliss cats continually grow in both wisdom and cunning, Whiskers is no exception despite her immortal state.\n\nAngus and Whiskers live a rather solitary life, as alluded to earlier, but considering they are together, life is not as lonely as it might seem.\n\nThey have also perfected their abilities to keep themselves entertained no matter what else is going on in the world of the Forgotten Runes. As such, Angus can often be found in his fields chopping wheat with his scythe, which as fortune would have it, also makes him feel safe from the ever-looming dangers of the demons of his mind.\n\nHe also feels that his trusty scythe also gives off a certain aesthetic allure and mystique for the rare occasions that Angus (and Whiskers too, of course) actually go out and socialize with the rest of the Wizard world, whether that be in a simple tavern or library or one of the many towns that Angus will reluctantly go to if he is feeling like he wants to procreate."}
{"id": "b4e0f9b8-042c-4d66-892e-2d6fcdce703a-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:34.174", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNqsEBTUXkozqcoASAzcrwC72BwrM3vao58LH8rR8r2kN", "txHash": "0xde0d8d45046242ce9fd95f9382d99ade63558fef61e7ce1f628333f027005b46", "createdAtBlock": 13956862, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8621, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Angus of the Cosmos", "text": "Oh yes, and of course Angus enjoys the fruits of his labour as a result of his wheat chopping - the added benefits of the demon protection and the swag just means Angus is more likely to be holding onto his sycthe in moments when he is not chopping wheat. I am sure that he would want the narrator to make that abundantly clear.\n\nAs for Whiskers?\n\nWell, quite often she can be found sleeping. And this is quite alright with Angus honestly, as his love for Whiskers knows no bounds.\n\nAlmost every night when Angus finally lays down to sleep, Whiskers will wait for Angus to settle in, and then she will curl up at his side, laying down on the coziness of his tunic.\n\nAnd of course Angus enjoys this very much as he does have a rather soft and kind heart, deep down. Despite his history with polar bears and his love of wearing their skin.\n\nThe quiet and mostly sleepy temperment of Whiskers fits that of Angus quite well, and both deeply enjoy each others' company while at the same time never imposing on the other or making the other feel like they are left out in any way.\n\nIt's a companion relationship that most wizards long for these days.\n\nEventually though, Angus knows his own fate is not similar to that of his immortal friend Whiskers.\n\nAngus is very aware that one day he will meet the scythe of another, that of the Grim Reaper, and that Angus shall pass onto the other side and return to that from where he came: the Cosmos.\n\nHe is aware of this, yet he is also rather looking forward to the experience of death. After all, he has had an affinity for death ever since his childhood and that life-changing wrestling match with the rather unlucky polar bear on that fateful Tuesday afternoon all those years ago."}
{"id": "b4e0f9b8-042c-4d66-892e-2d6fcdce703a-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:34.174", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNqsEBTUXkozqcoASAzcrwC72BwrM3vao58LH8rR8r2kN", "txHash": "0xde0d8d45046242ce9fd95f9382d99ade63558fef61e7ce1f628333f027005b46", "createdAtBlock": 13956862, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8621, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Angus of the Cosmos", "text": "Perhaps it is his desire for escapism that he is so compelled towards the gates of the afterlife, or perhaps he is simply interested in meeting his maker; but whatever it is, Angus smiles at the thought of this inevitability.\n\nUnfortunately to his dismay, he knows that Whiskers cannot follow him into the veil.\n\nHe sometimes wonders to himself if Whiskers is also aware of this fact, but most often times when he does get lost in those seemingly dark and depressing, yet cathartically comforting thoughts, Whiskers will suddenly hop up onto Angus' lap, or brush her tail up against the side of his leg, and the daydream will disappear as he then embraces the love he has for her even more, always feeling compelled to show her love when she is around. \n\nHe appreciates both his own existence and that of his cat in those moments very deeply.\n\nWho knows how long the inevitability of death will swim around in the thoughts of Angus' mind, or if he will ever find an answer as to how he might bring Whiskers with him into that infinite void, or if Whiskers would even consent to such a change in fate; but the two will go on living their lives the same regardless.\n\nAnd Angus will most likely forever be plagued by the demons of the mind, an existential loneliness and self-doubt that can never be satisfied, and his insatiable desire to escape the realities of life.\n\nOnly time will tell what happens next, as Whiskers just woke Angus from yet another daydream. And the narrator encourages the reader to appreciate their existence, in whatever form it takes."}
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{"id": "5b4a7761-4a01-41ad-a26f-6a3c4a7f40bb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:20.256", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb4K5bDHGSXNKzEKRVcqZp7assth45RiwBvE4w3AHy8HF", "txHash": "0xe63652df760a11d8d9a8c3e8c1cb43633854a0880f620417a5933cc5a5383ad8", "createdAtBlock": 13953295, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9828, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Uvlius of the Temple", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Uvlius of the Temple\n\nAs the last bits of sunlight filtered through the woods of The Fey, Uvlius paused to reflect on the last few days. How long had he been there, lost in the forest? It seemed like only yesterday that he had fled in haste from the band of zombies that seem to be appearing ever more frequently since the mysterious appearance of the sacred flames and the wizards foolish enough to be consumed by them.\n\nBut he must have been lost for longer than that? The wind spell that he had cast to escape not only drained him of his power, but left him helplessly without direction when he finally awoke on the floor of the forest. Now he has no choice but to wander on, with the only sign of life being the distant \"Hoot, Hoot\" of an owl that has been gradually getting louder.\n\nHoping to come across a trail or landmark of some sort, Uvlius pushes onwards, still unable to conjure the energy to cast any spells that may aid him. With nothing but trees in sight, he suddenly hears a rustling in the leaves above him. Squinting upwards into the dying light of the day, he sees a figure in the trees. The owl that he heard has appeared! Looking into its eyes, he can  sense that the owl is somehow trying to communicate with him. After a few minutes of staring, the owl begins to slowly move in a new direction, landing from tree to tree while waiting for Uvlius to catch up.\n\nCould this be the way out? Lacking any better ideas, Uvlius decides to follow on, hoping that the owl can lead him back to civilization where he can rest up and restore his powers."}
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{"id": "96d999a2-7602-4ba6-bc03-d1ad7eed0b3e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:21.553", "backgroundColor": "#1a3e30", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVM5kAFXApAEWWBuZbDcNxmqNWKx5JEzCaYwyVG1TGqgZ", "txHash": "0x2b7bc8f87b6b88a1482dfe53afa1f52ba287cc72ea220b09d0722ae32db7a5ac", "createdAtBlock": 13953716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8300, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden of the Grotto", "text": "# The Saga of Sage Eden of the Grotto, Once-Bird now, Man\n\nFrom many fens and distant dells\na steady growing chorus swells\non frigid mounts and gloomy coves\nto ancient shades of fossil groves \nthe company drinks long and deep\nlike tea, secrets soak, brew, and steep\neach song-breath steams like morning dew\nin feathered cloaks of many hue\ngarlanded in green petioles\nand moss beard middens hung by voles \nYou know them well, and so do I\nTheir ethereal flight through sky\nA whisper, breeze, or rushing gale, \ncoats of feathers or coats of mail, \nyellow plumes or crowns gilded gold, \nStory-songs ring bright, dark, new, old\n\namong bird songs, one stood alone, \nit bounced, bent, through walls of limestone, \nor should I say it stood in two, \nfor it was a duet, long, true\n\nit whistled, slowed, floated, rended, \nit rose, quick! cut, folded and mended, \n\nhark! the grotto now is silent\n\nno bill, nor claw, nor feathered wing\nnoone can bring themsleves to sing, \nof the missing past, present, future king\n\nthe bard of the grotto,\nhalf of flame, \nhis partner absent,\nand he to blame, \nfeathers falling, his world a fragment, \nturned to man, and full of shame\nBut in silence he still sings,\na duet broken, an empty claim\na quiet solo, one half of nothing,\nin the murk, he wanders \nand in the quiet, he wonders\nhow far must he tread, \nto the right his wrongs, and raise a song from the dead"}
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{"id": "b302082f-3612-4755-9070-5bae82b0ea39-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:25.894", "backgroundColor": "#6d1b1b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdg9eMgpYwf1PvGu5QzrMbutjQs81pGDWRNULgkdGWoJp", "txHash": "0x0aa5451f01ce9301e16b429db2a66d7d1c5acfd29beec565ab3da85bdec5c554", "createdAtBlock": 13954424, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3895, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Anton of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Thaumaturge Anton of the Cosmos\n\nSummoned into consciousness through the electrification of an unholy cocktail of splenetic gore, junkyard scrap metal and spinal fluid by a self-loathing God-aping lunatic, Thaumaturge Anton's first act was to consume his maker with aplomb.\n\nUnaware that his creator had planned for exactly this contingency, T.A. forthwith was overcome with involuntary spasms as the creator's source code imprint forcibly entangled itself into the newborn's digital firmware upon the biological expiration of the madman's meat sack.\n\nNow condemned to a fate of being able to wield limitless power yet cowed into a blinkered existence by the uploaded neuroses of his corporeally-ingested (and quite insane) father, Thaumaturge Anton's most legendary intergalactic showdowns pale in contrast to the battle within his own beknighted digi-soul."}
{"id": "8d94a03b-534c-4242-80e4-55e39c727a80-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:26.719", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUwSqBytJbo7ruPaaXgwp7QohtNSxv14dKUMtRNixdnSW", "txHash": "0x5cdf9b27574e8a3c665bb260d84c01a57fd88c9819fe642303efb71dedc83a71", "createdAtBlock": 13954550, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 685, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Edge of the Sun", "text": "# The Lore of Arch-Magician Edge of the Sun\n\nEdge is 777 years old and has lived a nomadic lifestyle ever since his home village was destroyed by an evil spirit when he was a child. He explores the Runiverse in a lifestyle similar to his distant ancient relative Johnny Appleseed, planting apple trees and good vibes. \n\nOn his 7th birthday he was gifted his great-grandfathers broom   it is his most prized possession and favorite way to travel and explore. \n\nOn his 77th birthday he was befriended by a Lucky Black Cat named Zeus when he kept him from drinking a lethal potion (by knocking it off the table) given to him by a deceitful Sorcerer. Zeus has saved Edges life on multiple occasions and remains his most trusted companion. However, Zeus is a bit of a thief, but Edge always makes him return the stolen treasures."}
{"id": "57c2cf0e-0c77-4ac6-90b1-e7156ddf6c9c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:27.518", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYRGuTEFiHPfBRyEdbFWsU7BnAaScvfSfBj3rysaLQJdv", "txHash": "0xd2bc2ba251c032a3a5592d37612cc3eb3d1bb7417240f6edc29a30a2be94ed11", "createdAtBlock": 13954700, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9507, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Moloch of the Brambles", "text": "## In Milk we Trust\n\nThick and tender savoury slice,\n\nI cant resist, but take a bite.\n\nAt this moment, I see the light,\n\nWhat have I done, this wasnt right.\n\nGeomancer Moloch I will join,\n\nHelp abolish tenderloin.\n\nThose beasts will live another night,\n\nCome on brethrens, join the fight.\n\nHow, how to steer away from the forbidden fruit,\n\nWhen so many worship this precious loot.\n\nHow, how do we convince a barbarian brute;\n\nWell easy, we just find the right substitute.\n\nIf this is what it takes to end the slaughter,\n\nCanaanites will show their deepest secret.\n\nFor them, its viewed as holy water,\n\nFor us its milk, you just drink it.\n\nWe still dont know where it comes from,\n\nFor all I know its from their bum.\n\nOne thing for sure, no need for rum,\n\nYoull feel as drunk, as a suburban mom.\n\nOne bottle will feed you a day,\n\nThey say it keeps the kobolds away.\n\nSo put your purse, on the table,\n\nCanaanite Milk, so sustainable.\n\nMake sure its warm, not cold,\n\nFor you will know your sip is fresh;\n\nSuperior, then rotting flesh.\n\nBring to your lips, this white gold.\n\nMilk, cereal, and a wooden spoon,\n\nReading the latest Forgotten Runes.\n\nWhere have you been all those years,\n\nThe cream of your kin, to you I cheer.\n\nFor those of you imbued with magic,\n\nIts time to not feel so lethargic.\n\nYes this milk you can conjure,\n\nWhat you will get, you cant be sure.\n\nHave a go, cast a spell,\n\nThe milk will grow, change its smell.\n\nFor you dont know, what you will find;"}
{"id": "57c2cf0e-0c77-4ac6-90b1-e7156ddf6c9c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:27.518", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYRGuTEFiHPfBRyEdbFWsU7BnAaScvfSfBj3rysaLQJdv", "txHash": "0xd2bc2ba251c032a3a5592d37612cc3eb3d1bb7417240f6edc29a30a2be94ed11", "createdAtBlock": 13954700, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9507, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Moloch of the Brambles", "text": "The milk will grow, change its smell.\n\nFor you dont know, what you will find;\n\nBear in mind, might make you blind.\n\nYour interest, I know is piqued,\n\nAs each outcome will be unique.\n\nMore and more milk you will seek,\n\nDrink every week and you will leek.\n\nFrom the caves of the platonic shadow,\n\nAll the way to the edge of the Hollow.\n\nTo this nectar, you will kneel and bow,\n\nReborn a collector you will vow."}
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{"id": "9cb583f3-2e41-4297-98d6-4a1bba0a147f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.136", "backgroundColor": "#fffefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQnDHpxfzutuPTpS2zx3wSWakzTdMkEKhVQ1Ftr4j7QAq", "txHash": "0xf9c935b099ab89e1a477f8a8767718049e7a2f2d64e74ea5ebccbe19ffb70de7", "createdAtBlock": 15069957, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRtAi1qu4YA3Ff2GnFtm4XgDcNSFbm28ZGWVjpBLjJgbj", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "# Chapter 2: The meeting of Zarl and Woolah\n\nThis tale begins where many good tales begin, that being The Greasy Hobbit. My own little oasis in the Runiverse.\n\n_Come for the ales, stay for the tales. Aha!_\n\nIve had that carved above the door since we opened. Its my promise of hospitality and merriment to each and every traveler who enters.\n\nMind you not every guest appreciates the charms of the Hobbit. Oh no. Weve had the usual ruffian and scallywags over the years of course. But every so often we meet a traveler who truly leaves their mark upon my door.\n\nThis is the tale of one such guest.\n\nIt was an ordinary magical night at the Greasy Hobbit. I was regaling the clientele with one of my entertaining yarns (the one about the Imp and the Wild Woman if I recall) when the front door suddenly and violently flung open. The force was so powerful that the poor Wooden Boy cleaning tables was launched halfway across the room into the hearth. \n\nSomebody grab that poor stick boy from the fireplace and douse him in ale! I cried. \n\nZarl groaned and slowly shuffled across the room to fetch the lad.\n\nNever a dull moment in the Hobbit. Now, where was I? I was about to go on with my raunchy tale when the Kobold lurched in. \n\nHe was a large fellow. Green of course. Tremendously built for such an oafish creature. And his eyes had the signature 100 yard stare that one associates with the Koboldish. \n\nWelcome friend, can I pour you an ale? I asked, grabbing a mug in anticipation.\n\nBLLUUEERRRGHHHHHHHHRSPSDKVXXCBVBREKK"}
{"id": "9cb583f3-2e41-4297-98d6-4a1bba0a147f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.136", "backgroundColor": "#fffefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQnDHpxfzutuPTpS2zx3wSWakzTdMkEKhVQ1Ftr4j7QAq", "txHash": "0xf9c935b099ab89e1a477f8a8767718049e7a2f2d64e74ea5ebccbe19ffb70de7", "createdAtBlock": 15069957, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRtAi1qu4YA3Ff2GnFtm4XgDcNSFbm28ZGWVjpBLjJgbj", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "BLLUUEERRRGHHHHHHHHRSPSDKVXXCBVBREKK\n\nThe green chap vomited all over the floor for what felt like a good solid minute. \n\n_...I guess you have room now, I bellowed. Aha!_ \n\nIts important to always keep your patrons at ease when running a pub you see. Its good business.\n\nThe large Kobold wiped a ropey strand of drool from his chin and lumbered toward the bar, leaving wet and chunky footprints on the stone floor.\n\nZarl, be a chap and mop up this fellows dinner once youve seen to the boy. \n\nZarl gave me one of his looks and muttered under his breath as he poured a barrel of the cheap stuff over the smoldering Wooden Boy.\n\nMeanwhile the Kobold pushed aside two of my regulars and leant on the bar.\n\nKoooool.. he slurred, invading my nostrils with a stench that no wizard should endure.\n...Aide.\n\nHe hiccuped.\n\nI put on my most welcoming smile even as my eyes watered from his breath and grabbed a bottle from the bottom shelf.\n\nIndeed. Indeed. A Kobold Koolaide for our fine Kobold companion. \n\nI began filling the mug but the big chap snatched the entire bottle from my hand and skald it down in 3 large gulps. He then held up his fist. \n\nThe other patrons all took a step back. Kobolds were unpredictable at the best of times but when theyre liquored up they can be positively chaotic.\n\nThe Kobolds eyes narrowed as they locked onto mine and he leant forward, extending a gnarled finger directly at my forehead. He had the look of a creature with something profound and earth shattering to proclaim. I braced myself."}
{"id": "9cb583f3-2e41-4297-98d6-4a1bba0a147f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.136", "backgroundColor": "#fffefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQnDHpxfzutuPTpS2zx3wSWakzTdMkEKhVQ1Ftr4j7QAq", "txHash": "0xf9c935b099ab89e1a477f8a8767718049e7a2f2d64e74ea5ebccbe19ffb70de7", "createdAtBlock": 15069957, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRtAi1qu4YA3Ff2GnFtm4XgDcNSFbm28ZGWVjpBLjJgbj", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "BLLUUEERRRGHHHHHHHHVSDKDVKSKAOSFPAKSKCKK\n\nHe vomited again. This time all over the bar and my fine tailored shirt. \n\nEgads man thats wool! I cried. I loved that shirt.\n\nThe Kobold threw back his melon shaped head and gurgled with laughter. \n\nI pride myself on being a patient wizard but Id had quite enough of his shenanigans by now..\n\nZarl! I called out across the pub. Show our guest outside please.\n\nZarl stopped scraping the first expulsion into the slops bucket and he leapt up at this new request, tossing the chunk spattered cloth at the unfortunate Wooden Boy.  It hung and swayed from the lads' long nose in a fashion that I found most amusing I must admit.\n\nZarl cracked his knuckles and grinned. \n\nNow you must know that Zarl is the chief of security here at the Greasy Hobbit. Cleaning vomit and extinguishing enchanted wooden bar staff are not the primary tasks of his job description. Taking care of riff raff like this Kobold here and keeping the peace is where Zarl really excels.\n\nAlright ogre you heard the man. Zarl was standing behind the big fellow now.\n\nThe Kobolds eyes narrowed again and I noticed his shoulders tense.\n\nKobold, he snarled.\n\nWoolah is Kobold remember that, gremlin. He swung around with a speed that no beast that size should possess and grabbed Zarl by the throat,  lifting him inches off the stone floor. Zarl is no slouch though and immediately brought his knee up, right in the Kobolds toadstools. \n\nUrkkk. I almost felt sorry for the big oaf."}
{"id": "9cb583f3-2e41-4297-98d6-4a1bba0a147f-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.136", "backgroundColor": "#fffefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQnDHpxfzutuPTpS2zx3wSWakzTdMkEKhVQ1Ftr4j7QAq", "txHash": "0xf9c935b099ab89e1a477f8a8767718049e7a2f2d64e74ea5ebccbe19ffb70de7", "createdAtBlock": 15069957, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRtAi1qu4YA3Ff2GnFtm4XgDcNSFbm28ZGWVjpBLjJgbj", "name": "Illusionist David of the Veil", "text": "Urkkk. I almost felt sorry for the big oaf.\n\nWoolah crashed to his knees, cupping his little kobolds, and groaned. Zarl looked at the other patrons and flashed a toothy smile. He had a glint in his eye now that only ever appears with violence. He was gloating a little prematurely as it turns out because suddenly he too dropped to his knees, the large meaty fist of the Kobold having connected with Zarls own secret tower.\n\nUrkkk?\n\nThe two now faced each other rocking back and forth. Groaning. Together. In the annals of epic warfare this skirmish would not even be a footnote Im afraid.\n\n...Well it looks like thats settled then. I said, hoping to salvage what patronage I could from the night. I stepped down to the other end of the bar leaving the two groaning combatants to their shared agony.\n\nHow about a round of ale on the house? There was a loud cheer and a burst of conversation as the drinkers excitedly recounted the spectacle theyd just witnessed. \n\nAs I poured I cast a sideways glance at the two warriors. Theyd slumped against the bar shoulder to shoulder and were now weeping in a most ugly and messy fashion. I nodded to Leroy and gave him a wink before turning back to the now rowdy patrons.\n\nYou see, friendship is a funny old thing. The shared experience of crushing each others nether regions had drawn Zarl and Woolah into a powerful bond of kinship. They had fostered a strange mutual respect through brutal physical combat, and from that day forward the two became the unlikeliest of friends. \n\nIll let them tell the tales of their various adventures in their own rite. But this first meeting of Zarl and Woolah belongs in the rich tapestry of the Greasy Hobbit. And my good self of course.\n\nAha!"}
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{"id": "d1475553-9f6b-4f63-9f72-5d648363fbae-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:28.803", "backgroundColor": "#58305e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYuwgiZwP1VL9bG5UuAyHvfNju9wvUj8kgvmVkmmTLf93", "txHash": "0x754a1d0c7db6263c9adf529e58c607fb62932b10295cb2d07bfcf787bf8deedb", "createdAtBlock": 13954951, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8200, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Keziah of Limbo", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Keziah of Limbo\n\nKeziah: Hebrew for 'cassia tree,' a symbol of female equality.\n\nBorn in Limbo, free from original sin, Keziah stewards over the trapped souls who await their judgment - or resurrection - to the void, the spirit realm, or the mortal plane.  \n\nAn Undertaker of sorts, she cares for and escorts these undead til their journey's completion.\n\nShe shepherds her flock with the jinx staff, fashioned in the shape of the wryneck (Latin iynx)) and the namesake of the sorceress nymph Lynx, daughter of Pan and Echo, who was transformed by Hera into this bird as punishment for an enchantment spell she cast on Zeus.  A gentle reminder to the wielder that she, too, may not interfere with human will.  She cannot change these souls fate... or can she?\n\nThe lucky black cat at her side, unnamed and eternally misplaced, a cruel reminder of the freedom that Keziah secretly seeks.  Her rune of air a symbolic nod to those she loves, those she knows have made it to the other side.\n\nShould Keziah succumb to her desires to escape this eternity of undertaking, of caring for the undead, in search of something new?  \n\nCould she have lived a life before Limbo that she's forgotten?  ...is she simply stuck there, too?"}
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{"id": "9dadc3d1-d71e-48db-864e-ae6b05c990c2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:30.856", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma5EBUmanEpujoV4kC28oL3jevxkWencuknVtm2ZWeurZ", "txHash": "0xc7bec7132ec255cb0c1f5c1738fc7f22ac83c7edac000e10253eb17ce20b2c98", "createdAtBlock": 13955444, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9735, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Eronin of the Ether", "text": "# The Lore of Magus Eronin of the Ether\n\nA beacon of hope in a void of despair.\n\nThat is how they will remember Magnus Eronin of the Ether.\n\nHe will not be a warmonger like his mother. He will not be a passive onlooker like his father.\n\nNot long after Magnus was born, his mother left to speak out against magic being taught to commoners. This on its own was a contentious enough matter of discussion, but she even believed that anyone without an innate magic ability should be scrubbed from the face of the world to create a utopia for wizards. As one can imagine, she made enemies faster than she made allies and before long they had deduced where she came from, and Magnuss hometown of Suro was no longer the safe haven it once was. One night while Magnus was still young, the quaint village nestled into the wild near Dream Master Lake was raided by a group of particularly passionate opponents of his mothers opponents. Suro was ash within minutes.\n\nMagnus ran as fast as he could from the village, but he couldnt run fast enough to avoid hearing his father scream his name with his last breath. But that didnt matter. His father was just as guilty as his mother in his eyes, seeing as he did nothing to stop her."}
{"id": "9dadc3d1-d71e-48db-864e-ae6b05c990c2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:30.856", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma5EBUmanEpujoV4kC28oL3jevxkWencuknVtm2ZWeurZ", "txHash": "0xc7bec7132ec255cb0c1f5c1738fc7f22ac83c7edac000e10253eb17ce20b2c98", "createdAtBlock": 13955444, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9735, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Eronin of the Ether", "text": "Magnus ran to the Blue Wizard Bastion, where he was taken in by talented Wizards who recognized the potency of the magic in his blood. He explained to them what had happened with his mother, and while there vowed to never be like her - he would bring magic to those who had been denied it for centuries and ensure no senseless violence like the sack of Suro would ever happen again. Although he had hoped some of the Blue Hat Wizards would join him on his journey, each and every one of them that was staying at the Bastion decided to stay to continue their studies, but before he left they presented him with a farewell present: the peace staff he still carries with him.\n\nIt is a powerful conduit for his magic, and the enchantments laid upon it make his speeches incredibly persuasive. For the last thirty-five years he has wandered the land, inspiring other wizards to lessen the exclusivity of their knowledge and protecting small villages like his own from attackers, although as he ages and becomes less able to fight, he has considered the possibility of opening a school to teach non-magical people wizardry.\n\nWho knows what the future holds for Magnus Eronin?"}
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{"id": "1fb623d4-510c-41b7-a411-b44a329d1af5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:40.312", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPYQPvj7LiQ3dCPktowx4acH8Q6jf2vHaCnjyMHUec92i", "txHash": "0x96b17ec9094fa81d6e5e51b0ce6d4e508b87cf15930048bb6568911edf917068", "createdAtBlock": 13957812, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 317, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Dutorn of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Dutorn of the Hills\n\nThree wizards have forged a bond through their love of the natural world.\n\nBattle Mage Dutorn of the Hills (317)\nDruid Cromwell of the Wood (2937)\nGeomancer Apollo of the Brambles (4817)\n\nA shift in the available resources have inspired our team to formalise themselves, and declare their allegiance in the book of lore.\n\nThe group is notable mainly for their affinity, and has been recognised for their time together. \nHowever, in their first true test, they fumbled the reward of that recognition to stronger hands (and some internal trepidation as to exactly who was going to be walking into the sacred flames).\n\nStill life is comfortable and stable for now (as far as it goes for unique digital blockchain entities) and there is optimism for the future."}
{"id": "6bc13d69-3968-4659-ac0e-b7243f8d4e81-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.887", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSGYK9s2krwD7tXsEPm9DMKnNnecb5at62BDJc8SGViiM", "txHash": "0x16f8e150abc82a0cc57de1db3f05cf4b7ee40a68164462cd71598fd67fe34ede", "createdAtBlock": 15070411, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12210, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZaZxsUGTKaSGZwVKdyt4sh2Xw7R8fe3FPkxizaXVBHw7", "name": "Sami Hero of Liches", "text": "# Sami. Liches. A Djinn. \n\nNot all villains are truly bad, and not all heroes are actually good.\n\nNot all that are magic remain so, and not all that are of might come from it.\n\nAnd that is the story of Sami. An ancient Djinn, for eons locked in a lamp, he was but a servant to all lucky enough to stumble upon his jail. Legends say Sami was one of the first of the wish granting spirits. Such was his power that he could make almost any desire come true, as per his eternal greeting:\n> Three wishes, to be exact. And ixnay on the wishing for more wishes. That's all.\n\n> *Sami, the Djinn. Every. Djinn. Time.*\n\nAlas, it isn't only power and magic that he honed over the millennia in his cursed prison. With every wish given, Sami learned more and more of the mortal world and its occult legends. \n\nHe discovered that some souls are only loosely bound to their fragile bodies, often as a result of the dark arts -- Necromancy. Some souls are fragmented, and have fractions of their being hosted in phylacteries, personal items securing the life force of a lich, a wizard of forbidden magics. The Djinn realized that with a cleverly worded wish and a willing dark arts practitioner to assist him, he could escape his prison.\n\nEons passed but an opportunity finally appeared. A dying Lich, Kain, found Sami's lamp near Zaros Oasis with too little life force left to continue his journey and too much thirst for revenge to let go. Not even the Djinn's wishes could stitch together what little soul he had left into more time... but it could help return the favor to those that wronged the Lich."}
{"id": "6bc13d69-3968-4659-ac0e-b7243f8d4e81-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:28.887", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSGYK9s2krwD7tXsEPm9DMKnNnecb5at62BDJc8SGViiM", "txHash": "0x16f8e150abc82a0cc57de1db3f05cf4b7ee40a68164462cd71598fd67fe34ede", "createdAtBlock": 15070411, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12210, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZaZxsUGTKaSGZwVKdyt4sh2Xw7R8fe3FPkxizaXVBHw7", "name": "Sami Hero of Liches", "text": "With all three wishes, a dark ritual, forbidden knowledge, the Djinn's lamp, a source of primal life from a golden jaguar, The Zaros Oasis' emblematic animal, and the remainder of Kain's life force, the unlikely duo cast a reverse Imprisonment spell. Sami's prison lamp turned into his own phylactery, his spirit into flesh, his magics reduced to a Brimstone rune, and the jaguar into the Lich's ultimate cursed vessel and final resting place. His previous bonds weakened, Sami could now roam the mortal world, a wish he craved for ages. \n\nYet, this was no gift. The bargain struck between the desert spirit and the undead wizard bound Sami to a quest. His newfound freedom was conditional on his loyalty to those practicing Lichdom and on avenging his ghastly savior. The final bond was forged between the new human and the giant feline. The apex predator was to watch over, guard, and assist Sami in his endeavor, as well as ensure that Kain's final wish for revenge is fulfilled. Would the cat be a friend or a warden? Only Sami's future journey would reveal the answer.\n\nAnd thus Sami, Hero of Liches, blessed with freedom and cursed with a dark oath, set out to fulfill his quest lest he be returned to his damned jail. Alongside his cursed golden jaguar that he named Kain in honor of his rescuer, Sami ventured forth into the Runiverse."}
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{"id": "8fff9d6b-26e5-4900-b308-7b3febf88c31-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:38.676", "backgroundColor": "#ab2626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWbYbD158bYEzdBDvK3vfzikBy8zYd5uCLwawYJh1cGwc", "txHash": "0xa8d9bc4ff6a27d67ac320d4fe137556364672c6febb034dd3dbe86de220eb92b", "createdAtBlock": 16402312, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1488, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmam1JckWsNwaEE5vprvnVBZYYLhVe2NLfwG8Lt1zKrRLz", "name": "Artificer Jaffer of the Cosmos", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Jaffer of the Cosmos\n\n\n## Prologue\n\nThe key to the 7th realm lay dully in the things hand, proffered with a casual gesture. There was nothing casual about the unnatural way the burnished surface of the key soaked up the light nearby. Inscrutable sapphire eyes gazed, unblinking, from within the deep shadows of its hood.\n\nI was startled from my reverie as the common swamp toad at its right boot let out a low, languorous growl; a sound more like a mountain cat than a toad.\n\n### A proposition that should not be\n\n*Dost thou sssseek power, traveller?*, it rasped.\n\nI hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. The creature before me radiated an aura of immense power, and I could feel its strange, glowing eyes boring into me as if trying to read my thoughts.\n\n*\"Yes,\"* I finally replied, my voice steady despite my uncertainty. *\"I seek ...power.\"*\n\nThe creature chuckled darkly, a dry and rasping sound that sent shivers down my spine. *\"Power is a dangerous and slippery thing, traveller,\"* it said, its voice low and menacing, *\"and risks the attention of even more powerful and dangerous things... particularly when it comes to dreams.\"*\n\nI hesitated, unsure of what to do. *\"What do you want from me?\"* I asked, my voice trembling slightly.\n\nThe creature smiled, a grotesque and twisted expression that sent chills down my spine. *\"I want you to make a choice, mortal,\"* it said, its voice filled with malice. *\"Will you accept the hubris that I offer, and risk the consequences? Or will you turn away and continue on your mundane path, never knowing the true potential of what you could become?\"*"}
{"id": "8fff9d6b-26e5-4900-b308-7b3febf88c31-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:38.676", "backgroundColor": "#ab2626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWbYbD158bYEzdBDvK3vfzikBy8zYd5uCLwawYJh1cGwc", "txHash": "0xa8d9bc4ff6a27d67ac320d4fe137556364672c6febb034dd3dbe86de220eb92b", "createdAtBlock": 16402312, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1488, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmam1JckWsNwaEE5vprvnVBZYYLhVe2NLfwG8Lt1zKrRLz", "name": "Artificer Jaffer of the Cosmos", "text": "I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I knew that whatever decision I made, it would change the course of my life forever. But I also knew that I could not turn away from this opportunity. I had to take a chance, and see where it would lead me.\n\n### A forgotten path into the dark forest of dreams\n\n*\"I accept your offer,\"* I said, my voice firm and resolute.\n\nThe creature's smile widened, and it held out its hand, offering me the key to the 7th realm. I took it, feeling its burnished surface absorb the light around me, and some part of me, with it. I turned and began to make my way towards the portal that would take me to the realm beyond.\n\nAs I stepped through the portal, I was immediately transported to a strange and alien realm. The air around me was thick with the feeling of fantastical and inscrutable constructs, looming just beyond the reaches of my straining comprehension. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but everything was a blur of colors and shapes.\n\n### The Kobolds\n\nSuddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my arm, and I was dragged roughly to my feet. I turned to see a group of scabby-looking kobolds surrounding me, their beady eyes filled with malice.\n\n*\"Verminous human,\"* the kobold snarled, shaking me roughly. *\"Thou hast trespassed in the domain of the dream masters, and thy hubris is most unwise. Tread carefully, lest thou stumble upon something better left unseen.\"*"}
{"id": "8fff9d6b-26e5-4900-b308-7b3febf88c31-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:38.676", "backgroundColor": "#ab2626", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWbYbD158bYEzdBDvK3vfzikBy8zYd5uCLwawYJh1cGwc", "txHash": "0xa8d9bc4ff6a27d67ac320d4fe137556364672c6febb034dd3dbe86de220eb92b", "createdAtBlock": 16402312, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1488, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmam1JckWsNwaEE5vprvnVBZYYLhVe2NLfwG8Lt1zKrRLz", "name": "Artificer Jaffer of the Cosmos", "text": "I noticed a group of rough hewn wooden crates in the background, half-filled with water from the dream lake. The kobolds were carrying them, moving them towards a strange contraption that was operating at the shore of the lake. A large, particularly ugly looking kobold was standing menacingly between me and the contraption, its beady eyes fixed on me.\n\nI blinked, my mind still foggy from the strange dream I had just experienced. As the reality of my situation began to sink in, I realised that the key to the 7th realm had only been a figment of my imagination, and the powerful creature I had encountered was nothing more than a dream. Yet, I felt rattled and not quite myself, and glimpses of disturbing visions from a twisted place beyond reality flashed through my mind.\n\n\n\nWith a trembling sigh, I allowed the kobolds to lead me away from Dream Lake, vowing to be more careful in the future and not to let my dreams lead me astray."}
{"id": "99d6e559-9c09-4ecb-bc1f-2a22f1fe1b27-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:42.234", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWy2gj1cCz8ekbjF1r3LT4AT8y3qgifNrqeMJrgjFdHru", "txHash": "0x3e056c6f604fb69bedf46b8ce122a41dab0bd1d2824292aa107ae7104c91a95f", "createdAtBlock": 13957848, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4817, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Apollo of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Geomancer Apollo of the Brambles\n\nThree wizards have forged a bond through their love of the natural world.\n\nBattle Mage Dutorn of the Hills (317)\nDruid Cromwell of the Wood (2937)\nGeomancer Apollo of the Brambles (4817)\n\nA shift in the available resources have inspired our team to formalise themselves, and declare their allegiance in the book of lore.\n\nThe group is notable mainly for their affinity, and has been recognised for their time together. \nHowever, in their first true test, they fumbled the reward of that recognition to stronger hands (and some internal trepidation as to exactly who was going to be walking into the sacred flames).\n\nStill, life is comfortable and stable for now (as far as it goes for unique digital blockchain entities) and there is optimism for the future."}
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{"id": "d3d1128c-d67a-4d28-97b1-52901168bf51-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:52.33", "backgroundColor": "#115004", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWaKg4wD1RkCoX2EnHfM8U8fUsfQ94tBDuKjQpsSwr9zN", "txHash": "0xf7b13418189f2bd5698267f8835a304c7b59274e208ba9d13f1db12188c80177", "createdAtBlock": 13959078, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1732, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Jelly Donut with Slime", "text": "# The Return of The Emrald Order\n\nReport from the Scrying Guild to Wizard Empress:\n\nHigh Empress, \n\nMultiple agents have reported unusual surges of a distinctly corrupt - even vile - magic. \n\nWhen focused upon, the power drives junior scryers to nausia. Those with the equinimity to maintain their gaze have reported more or less the following:\n\n\"emerald glow... \n\nstarting as a pin prick in the darkness... \n\nif the waves of nausia and constriction are weathered... \n\nthe glow beckons, reaching a blinding intensity of smaragdine light while setting the nervous system ablaze with terror...\"\n\nSubsequently many have suffered nightmares in which they are\n\n\"eaten alive or torn apart while surrounded by darkeness... all while being watched by thousands of emerald eyes\" \n\nAll surges seem to orginate from watery depths throughout our land. Namely, Kelpie's Bay, The Brine, and even as far north as Dream Master Lake and The Salt. \n\nWe do not intend to cause alarm as our investigation is still underway. \n\nPerhaps we could be of greater assistance if you were to share more from your recent visit with this Oracle you have grown so fond of...\n\nAlas, we are, of course, here to humbly serve your highness, as she sees fit, for the good of the realm. \n\nWith Clarity, \n\nEye of The Realm"}
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{"id": "703ec53c-fd61-4c4d-93d7-1fd23b64e0e2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:27.511", "backgroundColor": "#bac8ae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYCJzZjpao7x1D4DGzuBALXYQFCwsEcFJFLJZh5pAjeS5", "txHash": "0x152d493765f44007d6e1a49eef226a2ccf50d643878a953ef17002a6daed6696", "createdAtBlock": 14015250, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5254, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Sabina of the Brambles", "text": "# The Forgotten Lore of Witch Sabina of the Brambles \n\nMost of our history of her has been lost to time, but as of now, this book contains all collected records of the Witch Sabina.\n\n\n**Birthdate: Unknown**\n\n\nIt is believed Sabina was born from mushrooms themselves, they grow off of her like moss on a tree. She talks to no one if she can help it; living deep within the Thorn in a hidden hut among the brambles and bush. There is evidence of the witch being able to commune with her spores from across continents. \n\n\n**A statement from a supposed account with Sabina herself: Unverified.** \n\n\nI had heard the tales of the shrooms that grow within the Thorn, and though dangerous, decided to search some out for myself. Whispers around the continent make claims that these fungus fruits will grant you secrets to the universe. I had trekked deep into the forest and was about to turn back when I saw her. Tall and covered in her green mycelium that stretched inexplicably into the forest floor, she spoke.\n\n   _\"What have you brought me today, Morel?\"_\n\nHer bright violet eyes pierced into me and I froze in place. A skinny black cat creeped out from behind me. I had no idea it was there.\n\nShe brought me back to her hut, and I thought, _well, this is it._ But suddenly I heard her voice as if she was inside my mind,\n\n       _\"So you're here to try some of my mushrooms, hm?\"_\n\nI couldn't speak. \n\n       _\"You must know there is a risk to trying them...They don't take for everybody._\n\n        ... _\"Well, she said, you haven't a choice now. You came to the wrong wood.\"_\n\n\n\nShe then stuffed a cap down my throat with the most twisted grin."}
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{"id": "8a52d289-0d11-43c3-87b4-f25c0a676010-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:14:58.798", "backgroundColor": "#c58f49", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWvWp8HvqbpuJ8C7wuLJdV5pEgaEo4Ayb2o594HrQ6ZMb", "txHash": "0x22ab69714f052d10e000935932debeb399f2e3e86e4e04f8124541fb1be280ee", "createdAtBlock": 13960517, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3117, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPEvze6vc3jpvvL1XmSssSoK7UvbDsQM2WoXBVCAkjGm3", "name": "Alchemist Gary of the Bibliotheca", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Gary of the Bibliotheca\n\n## Mandragora Officinarum\n\n \n\n\"The mandrake is a fascinating object.  Many years ago, when some early farmers first unearthed it, they feared that the souls of men had been entombed in its roots due to the anthropomorphic appearance of the taproot.  I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of unlocking the mysteries of this extraordinary herb, as I believe it to be the key to achieving the highest level of consciousness.  In my own experimentation, I have enhanced my awareness of the physical and mystical beyond the reaches of ANY wizard I have ever encountered.  I have absolute certainty that in short time, I will perfect my recipe to deliver permanent ascension to a higher state of being.  The Council of Thirteen may scoff at me all they like, and call me a madman; they lack the intellect and the inspiration to comprehend the import of my work!  In due time, they will see that they were the ones who have 'lost their grip on reality'.  Although, when I think back on the rudimentary minds of those farmers who saw a doomed soul within a simple root, I often wonder if perhaps, they were right"}
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{"id": "634bb125-75a0-4df8-bc71-6896a9d4bbbe-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:54.196", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme6gqwfgvMC3y4nboF4Ej3kn6QaYSP59hKxcJSHcYVeAQ", "txHash": "0xf3149ece8ad015d8a42831c5d17d46c9b2065b93338919e8a43592df677e657e", "createdAtBlock": 14107655, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5685, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Blaise of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Arcanist Blaise of the Quantum Downs\nAlbino Rat\nCandle of Intuition\nRune of Earth\nClairvoyant of the Brine: 2427\n26 beers in and finally the Clairvoyant made it back to his bed and passed out, rough business being a clairvoyant, so passing out wasnt out of the norm, and was when he had the most vivid visions. This night was different though, as he was in a deep slumber, he sat up straight, and had a vision of a Sorcerer in the Desert. One that had turned to the dark and was planning to take over the world and destroy all life that got in his way. Hundreds of thousands of deaths seemed all but certain if the Sorcerer could succeed.\n\nA sharp wind blew open the window and the vision shifted, where there was a seemingly ordinary wizard in the colder region of the Quantum Downs, deep in a cave holding a candle searching for something he could eat. As the vision shifted the flame lit the wizard better and the Clairvoyant could make out the outfit he was wearing, a white robe over a purple jumpsuit and red belt to keep it all together, green shoes and strangely, it was as if he had skinned a polar bear and made its head into a hood. Following him around the cave was an albino rat that seemed to be his pet. Creatures in Runiverse always tried to latch onto a wizard as they worked well together, and each amplified the others abilities. Albino rats were usually one of the least exceptional creatures, but there seemed to be something odd about this one.\n\nThe visions shifted again to a few minutes later as the wizard sat around a fire with three dead bats stuck on a poke and roasting over a fire as him and his rat sat there salivating over their potential dinner."}
{"id": "634bb125-75a0-4df8-bc71-6896a9d4bbbe-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:54.196", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme6gqwfgvMC3y4nboF4Ej3kn6QaYSP59hKxcJSHcYVeAQ", "txHash": "0xf3149ece8ad015d8a42831c5d17d46c9b2065b93338919e8a43592df677e657e", "createdAtBlock": 14107655, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5685, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Blaise of the Quantum Downs", "text": "Then all of a sudden a number of quick snap shots passed through the Clairvoyants vision, This Wizard and his rat at a bar being watched by a number a dark shadows, the Wizard and a Witch fighting a number of ogres, the Wizard peering into his candle in the middle of The Wild at night in a rainstorm camped out seeing something in the flames, the sorcerer maniacally laughing over what looked like the lifeless body of the wizard, his rat trying to stir him, finally the wizard laying down after eating the roasted bats and falling asleep.\n\nThe Clairvoyant awoke in the morning with a start, he could never be sure exactly what his visions meant but this one seemed obvious, there was a dark power starting to brew and it planned to destroy the world, and somehow the Polarbear wearing wizard in the Quantum Downs was about to play a big part in this story."}
{"id": "ca961492-0e5e-49ba-a9a0-08229517cbeb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:00.627", "backgroundColor": "#ccffd0", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmc5SQn86s7wr1QkoYTMweqyampPcAnRgKWRcjb8dUV9Bk", "txHash": "0x699d8ab2c560daa1dfd801a73f3a010fc5700363a7cb29e95d9cff88485744d0", "createdAtBlock": 13961069, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4589, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eden of the Moors", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Eden of the Moors:\n\n\"Damnit.\" The vial toppled from the shelf and exploded into a mix of wizard-security glass and very valuable and glistening potion upon the floor. SCHLOOOP- it was encased in the emerald but clear gel of a slime, the very villain who caused the thump and who was now both digesting and clearly fiending for the meal. \n\n\"Bad Lorb, BAD.\"  He shooed the slime, now content and perhaps a little out-of-it, back to a corner and shut the door on the potion room. \n\nHe had been working on the border of The Fey for many moons now, in a monastic state of study on botanical substances. Lorb, the slime, was incredibly useful in the research, serving as a wizarding kind of truffle pig for rare herbal compounds, but the utility was also a curse. He would need to strengthen the shelf and order sturdier bottles from the workshop.\n\nHe missed the days of journey, and his scholarly season was coming to an end. In Spring he would set off to trace the path of the budding leaves."}
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{"id": "2633b3a6-04a2-4881-87f6-3ffc599fe4da-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:58.781", "backgroundColor": "#540101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdBZkyA92vnvtxZfoUVEaLvbhR8X1oSq5CJKbibJk9huW", "txHash": "0xaafb06d1ba54188de856ea2946faa5b3d63abeb4a0098db34379efaa8dc38544", "createdAtBlock": 14956018, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8111, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Konoha of Elysium", "text": "# Alchemist Konoha of Elysium\n\n## _The tragedy of the familiar_\n\nFor as long as theyd written its history, Elysiums great magical houses had self-organized themselves like families  without bond save that of power  each ruled by whoever best wielded the various affinities, those endless mixes between light and dark and earth and moon.\n\nSome of them still quietly practiced the dark power of familiar amplification, a cruel and ancient technique that required the recruitment of untrained but magically sensitive young beings, ideally ones lacking a dream. Devoid of hope. Orphans worked best. They would be offered the chance to live their miserable lives out in comfort, whatever remained of them after their terms, of no less than one-half century, were up. In return, they would be trained in attunement and amplification of their houses affinities, then forcibly shifted into a beasts form in order to serve as familiars for the houses most powerful members. Though their natural forms didnt age while they were serving their terms, most survived about three years in the job.\n\nKonoha had grown up as a tengu in Elysium. Even in that great city, he was always at arms length from most. On top of that, anyone who came near him couldnt help but fear him, despite his warm and wry wit  but not because of the brick-red mask of his face. It was something they couldnt put words to, but that flowed from Konoha like a river of lava. The roots of Konohas magics ranged deep and wide into this world and the next he could see its roots shift when he closed his eyes, flashing like lightning."}
{"id": "2633b3a6-04a2-4881-87f6-3ffc599fe4da-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:58.781", "backgroundColor": "#540101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdBZkyA92vnvtxZfoUVEaLvbhR8X1oSq5CJKbibJk9huW", "txHash": "0xaafb06d1ba54188de856ea2946faa5b3d63abeb4a0098db34379efaa8dc38544", "createdAtBlock": 14956018, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8111, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Konoha of Elysium", "text": "Inevitably in Elysium, in cases of such powerful but untrained hexerai, the putative wizard would be sensed and recruited by one house or another, depending on their staffing needs. In Konohas case, it was a house of middle standing that first contacted him. Hed been so desperate to leave the shadow alleys of Elysium that hed accepted immediately.\n\nDuring his decade of training at the house, hed fallen in love with a servant whod been brought there during his third year. Shed never had a name, she told him, when he first approached her. He called her Bug. They would spend evenings together studying and laughing at his jokes in the unused pocket dimensions of the house, drinking the immaculate potions Konoha would brew for them behind his guardian fathers back. As his training progressed, Konohas magical connection became greater than any of the houses wizards could control. He was to be assigned a familiar, so that his sorcery could be guided more carefully. \n\nBug knew that the truth of her recruitment and assignment as Konohas familiar would be too much for him to bear, and likely destroy them both in the process. Their house was ancient and cruel, turning like a mill through the centuries across the lives of Elysianian orphans like her. Konohas life would be extended unnaturally through the centuries, as a wizard  for one as powerful as he would some day be, she might even survive all the way through her conscription. Maybe, just maybe, they could be together then.\n\nKonoha nearly went mad from broken heart left in the wake of Bugs sudden disappearance. His guardian father told him the servants would sometimes run away to other houses, or get it in their head that theyd soaked up enough magic to turn a coin on the street.\n\nAfter the assignment of his familiar, though, he felt much better. He named it Bug."}
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{"id": "1a82f9eb-035d-42f6-b34c-00692110c6d8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:14.53", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUCRkjPkQwYLcRGvmFhvXXoZmqr3U7QZbcdGMvZF68n4S", "txHash": "0x71fad9f27091dc1998615d2b4fed1d554ea821bba3684cacf6d413eee736375b", "createdAtBlock": 14637659, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Alessar of the Desert", "text": "Thaumaturge Alessar of the Desert\n \nNot everyone was born in the Runiverse.\n\nNot everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way."}
{"id": "1a82f9eb-035d-42f6-b34c-00692110c6d8-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:14.53", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUCRkjPkQwYLcRGvmFhvXXoZmqr3U7QZbcdGMvZF68n4S", "txHash": "0x71fad9f27091dc1998615d2b4fed1d554ea821bba3684cacf6d413eee736375b", "createdAtBlock": 14637659, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8528, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Alessar of the Desert", "text": "And their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\nHe sets a huge bong-like vial filled with Cannabis Potion before them. I have brought you a gift I believe you covet. Think. Consider. And if you would join me, signify your assent by imbibing of this Sacred Vial and I will transport you to my world, where you will be honored and regaled. With that, Nic the Romancer vanishes like he came... although theres definitely an afterimage of luminous Emerald Slime with a smirking mouth, and a lot of tude.\n\nStill reeling from last night, and from the immensity of Nics offer, Ned, Pez, and JP pull themselves together, stare at each other, come to the same realization: Dudes  we must drink! Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they lunge for the Cannabis Vial. HoweverAnother visitor appears. Victoria, head to toe in purple and hurling a horseshoe at the Vial. Through blind luck, or a distant memory of athleticism, Ned intercepts the horseshoe with his head, and though painful, hes saved the Vial and their promised future."}
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{"id": "3548fd20-03dc-47fc-9ae3-707f955f0ded-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:33.731", "backgroundColor": "#d2e6d0", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZUJTfjeGvDprpWJkVvXc4TaJvSHdK9hiNSQoupY9vCAH", "txHash": "0x1807e0f8c95f7d87027dd71ef306d683199591051e83f0d24c892ac57db075d3", "createdAtBlock": 13967766, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6308, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Green Coffin", "text": "# The Prophecy of the Three Green Tombs\n\nFor as long as wizards can remember there has been a prophecy of the three green tombs. Nobody knows who lies in these tombs, but we do know what these tombs do to those who disturb them.  \n\nOne is the source of Power, one is the source of Weakness and one is the source of Death.  \n\nIf the Power Tomb is opened by the wizard, whatever magic they may possess will be strengthened 10 fold.  Should the wizard open the Weakness Tomb, their powers will be drained, and leave them 1/10 as powerful. Of course the Death Tomb needs no explanation.  \n\nOnce a wizard opens the tomb and seals their fate, all three tombs disapparate and find a new home so that nobody will know which tomb is which and where they might be.\n\n It has been heard that the Oracle has intuition about one tomb at any given time, which can drastically increase a wizards odds. Other prophecies have foretold of great clues that can be found by utilizing magic from the wizard kingdom, but beware, nobody knows for sure. \n\nThe only thing certain is that the magic cannot be undone. Sometimes its better to leave these things alone.\n\nWhich Tomb am I? Dare to find out?"}
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{"id": "f766a729-392c-4e06-a3e9-4203b8dc3c5b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:15.238", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQiw1fKPQirThHUg6jLdP5cJZ4d1gX7KYfgauEujyBk3c", "txHash": "0x44348b46ec793449018017fb0186b8ee8d610468dcf7be3b249e99ced04badec", "createdAtBlock": 14637678, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1271, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Diabolos of the Tower", "text": "Necromancer Diabolos of the Tower\n\nNot everyone was born in the Runiverse.\nNot everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way."}
{"id": "f766a729-392c-4e06-a3e9-4203b8dc3c5b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:15.238", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQiw1fKPQirThHUg6jLdP5cJZ4d1gX7KYfgauEujyBk3c", "txHash": "0x44348b46ec793449018017fb0186b8ee8d610468dcf7be3b249e99ced04badec", "createdAtBlock": 14637678, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1271, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Diabolos of the Tower", "text": "And their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\nHe sets a huge bong-like vial filled with Cannabis Potion before them. I have brought you a gift I believe you covet. Think. Consider. And if you would join me, signify your assent by imbibing of this Sacred Vial and I will transport you to my world, where you will be honored and regaled. With that, Nic the Romancer vanishes like he came... although theres definitely an afterimage of luminous Emerald Slime with a smirking mouth, and a lot of tude. \n\nStill reeling from last night, and from the immensity of Nics offer, Ned, Pez, and JP pull themselves together, stare at each other, come to the same realization: Dudes  we must drink! Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they lunge for the Cannabis Vial. HoweverAnother visitor appears. Victoria, head to toe in purple and hurling a horseshoe at the Vial. Through blind luck, or a distant memory of athleticism, Ned intercepts the horseshoe with his head, and though painful, hes saved the Vial and their promised future."}
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{"id": "7ab4c720-5ee0-4e90-b6d7-41970df39238-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.113", "backgroundColor": "#1a1a1a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdrRwArDYDrUgBKmmGbdJkx3y1btsWrf52JRprjUH3QSp", "txHash": "0xddae75f53031d6e2d884f734ae4e889f3a1836b9f9f45c8457ab16000d380ec8", "createdAtBlock": 14637849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9814, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nadeem of the Desert", "text": "Not everyone was born in the Runiverse.\n---\n\nNot everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\n~\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way.\n\n~\n\nAnd their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer (@wizard1271)  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\n\n~"}
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{"id": "7ab4c720-5ee0-4e90-b6d7-41970df39238-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.113", "backgroundColor": "#1a1a1a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdrRwArDYDrUgBKmmGbdJkx3y1btsWrf52JRprjUH3QSp", "txHash": "0xddae75f53031d6e2d884f734ae4e889f3a1836b9f9f45c8457ab16000d380ec8", "createdAtBlock": 14637849, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9814, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Nadeem of the Desert", "text": "~\n\nExploding, she rushes them, but too late  Ned, Pez, and JP scramble and guzzle the contents of the Vial. They grin stupidly at her until suddenly  and very painfully  they vanish.\n\n~\n\nVictoria shouts, and shed trash the place, but its already trashed. Her winged familiar, Bat, tries to lie low by hiding under a blanket  and re-emerges screaming. Victoria stares as the blanket groans, mutters, and slides off to reveal an older bearded dude with a big, crusty Bong under one arm, and an albino Rat curled in the other (@wizard8528). Who the F are you?? Victoria demands.\n\n~\n\nThe old dude, Alessar, is too out of it to speak. His Rat is used to filling in the gaps: Go easy on him, please. Hes had a rough few decades... And so we discover that the Runiverse is in trouble. That many Wizards, that much magic, that many snarling Familiars. It was bound to go wrong. Some want peace. Some want partitioned existence (Border Control!). Some want power with hierarchy. And some, like the Necromancer, want Complete and Utter Domination.\n\n~\n\nBecause the Wizards interface with our world is crude and new, the Necromancer isnt absolutely sure hes correctly evaluated the full power of our three misfits, but regardless, he still has high hopes for their ability to gain the influence of all the Wizards, and bend the Wizard population to his will.\n\n~"}
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{"id": "b7602c56-b39f-4e27-8c3e-2548318460a5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:36.024", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTQ24TSPbt6rCvJfA53i8f6K9YzGBQFjznw7hNpDLKQhH", "txHash": "0xfad4d7613a856b471246e2c7f9ece748016cc461c2e73676cc58dd14dd970a08", "createdAtBlock": 13970339, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1192, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charmer Celeste of the Garden", "text": "# The Lore of Charmer Celeste of the Garden\n\nCharmer Celeste is a wizard of natural beauty and charisma capable of influencing others even without the use of her spells.  \n\nHer father was a powerful Elven wizard who fell in love with a human sorceress. They settled in a beautiful city named the Garden where Celeste was born and raised. At an early age Celeste showed magical skill and her parents taught her everything he knew about the mystical arts including some secret Elven magic.  She absorbed everything with relative ease, and by the age of 17 she had become a highly skilled mage.\n\nGrowing up in the Garden, Celeste was surrounded by nature and animals.  Her familiar is a pychic rabbit named Rizzle.  They can communicate telepathically with one another and he is able to alert her when danger is near.  She also owns a magnificent steed named Champ the Bold. \n\nCeleste wields a rare bone staff of power that amplifies her magical spells. Her magical elven cloak provides her with protection and camouflage.  Both items were gifted to her by her Elven grandparents.  \n\nCeleste's best friends are Katherine of the Hollow and the Archmagus Eizo of the Psychic Leap.  They often adventure together and share their magical knowledge with one another."}
{"id": "d613956b-dfaa-4be2-b161-80510ba40409-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:37.217", "backgroundColor": "#6ca169", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdcNAQ4PwCD2yg5NyKFBaqdepe6XwDWEsVvR65zQFY8XH", "txHash": "0xf0627a3976ea9b290ed72fc75f3958e260d94cef36f52c6421d6331254167d58", "createdAtBlock": 13970687, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9269, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Celeste of the Road", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Celeste of the Road\n\nThe street is a lonely place for sorceresses, so she never leaves the castle without her pointy-eared companion. She is always bored in the libraries, because she has studied and recited the most important philosophical writings a thousand times. She was not only a sorceress, but also a sought-after philosopher of the street. She was entrusted with the magic of the ancient arts, but also with alternative magic, which is said to be her greatest source of income. She dealt with the structural problems and conflicts of both the classical and contemporary magical communities, and shared her knowledge with everyone in exchange for a small potion or cash.\nBut what's driving you right now? It is quite clear that she misses her pony. All her friends who got up in time to go in search of wisdom and inner fulfillment grabbed a pony and rode off. She wasn't so lucky.\nBut let's ask ourselves the important questions. What is the financial policy of the great ruler of this country doing to the people? Is it right to keep increasing the raw materials for the poor peasants? Is it right that he can just create money out of nothing without creating any value in return? What is value in a world where everything can be created by magic. Money, values, norms and laws are created out of nothing and affect all areas of life."}
{"id": "d613956b-dfaa-4be2-b161-80510ba40409-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:15:37.217", "backgroundColor": "#6ca169", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdcNAQ4PwCD2yg5NyKFBaqdepe6XwDWEsVvR65zQFY8XH", "txHash": "0xf0627a3976ea9b290ed72fc75f3958e260d94cef36f52c6421d6331254167d58", "createdAtBlock": 13970687, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9269, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Celeste of the Road", "text": "We witches should be neutral, is an attitude that many hold. But what is neutral? Is neutral having no attitude or opinion, or is an attitude actively staying out of global processes that we have no impact on anyway? It is difficult. The great magical Stoics followed the cosmopolitan plan of two worlds. The world we can influence, and the world that is beyond our ability. We should not care about the latter either.\nBut isn't that what is happening right now? It's about issues and properties that, as they are here, don't fit on top of each other. The linking of worlds in a great collision is far greater than in the fables of the famous storyteller Xilften and his Witcher saga. No. We should look very carefully where we interfere.\n\nFor me, there are some principles that should be universally known and important. They are maxims that should apply to all witches and wizards and goblins and trolls and ponnies.\n\n\"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you\".\n\"Sometimes you lose and sometimes the others win.\n\"Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that cannot be counted cannot be counted\".\n\n\nMaybe the great wizard Nole Ksum will bring the solution to all these problems. We hope so."}
{"id": "5fe8b53c-ae6c-4589-823d-c72951791ecd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.955", "backgroundColor": "#033606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYrjvQBPdmhxJACNFdWqd4cPhE59r32WBLwSRYgzYeQyf", "txHash": "0xcbcbd254fa32de5d422f561c41de4be43ff5f61f78efc4ddfdb872bc7aac7d9f", "createdAtBlock": 14637856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Pezo of the Veil", "text": "Not everyone was born in the Runiverse.\n---\n\nNot everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\n~\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way.\n\n~\n\nAnd their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer (@wizard1271)  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\n\n~"}
{"id": "5fe8b53c-ae6c-4589-823d-c72951791ecd-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.955", "backgroundColor": "#033606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYrjvQBPdmhxJACNFdWqd4cPhE59r32WBLwSRYgzYeQyf", "txHash": "0xcbcbd254fa32de5d422f561c41de4be43ff5f61f78efc4ddfdb872bc7aac7d9f", "createdAtBlock": 14637856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Pezo of the Veil", "text": "~\n\nHe sets a huge bong-like vial filled with Cannabis Potion before them. I have brought you a gift I believe you covet. Think. Consider. And if you would join me, signify your assent by imbibing of this Sacred Vial and I will transport you to my world, where you will be honored and regaled. With that, Nic the Romancer vanishes like he came... although theres definitely an afterimage of luminous Emerald Slime with a smirking mouth, and a lot of tude.\n\n~\n\nStill reeling from last night, and from the immensity of Nics offer, Ned, Pez, and JP pull themselves together, stare at each other, come to the same realization: Dudes  we must drink! Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they lunge for the Cannabis Vial. \n\n~\n\nHowever\n\nAnother visitor appears. Victoria (@wizard6563), head to toe in purple and hurling a horseshoe at the Vial. Through blind luck, or a distant memory of athleticism, Ned intercepts the horseshoe with his head, and though painful, hes saved the Vial and their promised future.\n\n~\n\nVictoria, suddenly pleading, begs them to come to their senses. Dont do it. Put the Vial down. Run. Hide for a long as you can. Unfortunately... they start snickering. You cant tell us what to do. Even if youre hot, or whatever. Were Influencers, and were all in! She tries to control her rising fury: Do you have any idea who that was? Yes we do, little lady. That was Nic the Romancer. Our close friend. You, you... morons! That was the Necromancer!!\n\n~"}
{"id": "5fe8b53c-ae6c-4589-823d-c72951791ecd-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.955", "backgroundColor": "#033606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYrjvQBPdmhxJACNFdWqd4cPhE59r32WBLwSRYgzYeQyf", "txHash": "0xcbcbd254fa32de5d422f561c41de4be43ff5f61f78efc4ddfdb872bc7aac7d9f", "createdAtBlock": 14637856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Pezo of the Veil", "text": "~\n\nExploding, she rushes them, but too late  Ned, Pez, and JP scramble and guzzle the contents of the Vial. They grin stupidly at her until suddenly  and very painfully  they vanish.\n\n~\n\nVictoria shouts, and shed trash the place, but its already trashed. Her winged familiar, Bat, tries to lie low by hiding under a blanket  and re-emerges screaming. Victoria stares as the blanket groans, mutters, and slides off to reveal an older bearded dude with a big, crusty Bong under one arm, and an albino Rat curled in the other (@wizard8528). Who the F are you?? Victoria demands.\n\n~\n\nThe old dude, Alessar, is too out of it to speak. His Rat is used to filling in the gaps: Go easy on him, please. Hes had a rough few decades... And so we discover that the Runiverse is in trouble. That many Wizards, that much magic, that many snarling Familiars. It was bound to go wrong. Some want peace. Some want partitioned existence (Border Control!). Some want power with hierarchy. And some, like the Necromancer, want Complete and Utter Domination.\n\n~\n\nBecause the Wizards interface with our world is crude and new, the Necromancer isnt absolutely sure hes correctly evaluated the full power of our three misfits, but regardless, he still has high hopes for their ability to gain the influence of all the Wizards, and bend the Wizard population to his will.\n\n~"}
{"id": "5fe8b53c-ae6c-4589-823d-c72951791ecd-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:16.955", "backgroundColor": "#033606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYrjvQBPdmhxJACNFdWqd4cPhE59r32WBLwSRYgzYeQyf", "txHash": "0xcbcbd254fa32de5d422f561c41de4be43ff5f61f78efc4ddfdb872bc7aac7d9f", "createdAtBlock": 14637856, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Pezo of the Veil", "text": "~\n\nVictoria, on the other hand, is a force of good, albeit a furious one. Since she failed to prevent Ned, Pez, and PJ from embarking on their journey into darkness, shes going to have to pursue them in the Runiverse, try to save them, and save the Runiverse. And yes, after and during disturbing/comical/magical/life-threatening and sometimes barely explainable Wizard attacks/seductions/spells/and I-wish-I-was-dead adventures, our three budding heroes, with Victorias help, will start to learn what real influence and power means.\n\n~\n\nAlessar and his Rat come into the Runiverse, too, spurred by Victoria, who needs help in understanding, well, people. And in Alessars intermittent journey towards sobriety, he wonders if he can make up for a lifetime of mistakes as he tries to help his young friends.\n\n~\n\nSo, in the Runiverse, where Ned becomes @wizard9814 and gains a Psychic Rabbit (Stop constantly telling everyone what Im thinking!!), and Pez becomes @wizard8066 with a Dog whos always hunting the wrong thing, and JP becomes @wizard872 (weirdly with the same face as Pez, which is really annoying) and is trailed by a pompous Golden Toad with mysterious powers it feels too important to reveal, they really have nothing. Except totally transformed bodies. Simultaneously freaking out, empowered, lost, and venerated, like Connecticut Yankees in King Arthurs Court, our young trio has got a lot of scrambling to do, first just to stay alive, and then, ultimately, to rise to the heroes theyre going to have to become, with growing powers finally used for good.\n\n~\n\nIt all starts with.... (More To Come...!)\n\n~"}
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{"id": "919651a4-dac9-43e1-a043-b12a4ef8d90f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:29.261", "backgroundColor": "#e5dfc4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcpu1uMkmzs5ZPwCP6uxkysKYPU6NRGXuDPSmkVou4d5H", "txHash": "0x6fb2c290b7907ddf553881bb49325e29d9bdf63a8fc2e73a00e3e3226c8a3a2b", "createdAtBlock": 14016824, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 462, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Scryer Tundror of the Field", "text": "He and Tazza quickly became well known to the communities that sprawled the many woods of The Wild. They would roam villages, seeking merchants, farmers, and townspeople whos lives were troubled by the many monsters, ghouls, witches, and wizards that often wandered through the lands, looking for food, riches, or simply to stir up senseless chaos. Tundror was especially known to be an expert hunter of Blood-Sick Vampyres, a vile and depraved Vampyre that has been corrupted by drinking the blood of a monster. Werebeasts and Vampyres have historically been at odds, fighting violent wars over centuries. Recently, with the growing presence of magics both pure and evil, theyve been able to cast aside their differences and live peacefully so long as they do not cross into each others borders. Vampyres cannot kill other Vampyres so theyll often hire Wearbeasts, whose claws and teeth are imbued with a natural toxin that is exceptionally harmful to their kind, and who have acute instincts to hunt them. Together, Tazza and Tundror spend years traveling the realm in search of citizens to help and beasts to hunt."}
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{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Iprix shuffled through his papers.   \n\nMamo, muma, zambo\n\nHe muttered to himself.\n\nWhere are you, where did you go?...\n\nPapers fell to the floor as Irprix shuffled around his office, searching for an\nitem that had escaped him. His crow, watching sharply by, took to the air from a nearby desk. In its wake, papers floated gracefully down, winding this way and that before landing softly on the wooden boards.\n\nAh! Leo, thank you. \n\nHe leaned towards the revealed paper. \n\nI knew you were here...Gotcha!\n\nStanding up straight as if addressing an audience, Iprix held the paper in front of him and chanted the dancing script scrawled across the paper. Seconds later, his hands began to shake. The paper, freed from his frozen hand, drifted lazily to the ground as Iprix exploded in a puff of grey powder.\n\nLeo cawed, shaking dust from his head and ebony wings. \n\nMoments later, the form of Iprix began to flicker. As if being generated from the inside of a computer, his form flitted in and out of existence as if cast on a buggy screen. Eventually, a rather sick look on his pale face, Iprix stood once again in the haphazard office.\n\nWith one hand on his stomach, he addressed the crow.\n\nWell, I guess that's the benefit of immortality....still never gonna get used to it though, to be quite honest..\n\nA knock resounded on the heavy wooden door of the tower. With a start, Iprix snapped his head towards the sound. Leo shifted side to side, and Iprix glanced at the bird. Leo took off to land on his perch, gazing steadily towards the door.\n\nAnother knock."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Another knock.\n\nIprix set aside his long-sought sheaf and made his way towards the door. At the top, there were a series of latches, far too many than most would think useful, but nonetheless virtually covering the right side of the door with their clasps and locks. \n\nAnother knock, more insistent this time.\n\nIprix: All right, just hold on, these things take time you know...\n\nAt last the last latch releases at the bottom of the door. Iprix draws a breath and squeaks the door open a few centimeters. \n\nYes?\n\nA sturdy figure, much taller than Iprix, gazed down at him. \n\nIprix: Well its bad manners you know, not to introduce yourself.\n\nThe figure grew impatient, but complied with his wishes. \n\nI'm Agnor.\n\nIprix waited. Agnor said nothing further. Throwing open the door, Iprix gestured inwards.\n\nWell Agnor, in you go then. Introductions have been made...\n\nAgnor stepped inside, the burden of his weight creaking the floorboards of the old \nroom. His head towered above Iprix, and his eyes darted around the ancient tower. \nIprix, turning his back to him, shuffled back to behind his desk and gestured towards Agnor.\n\nWould you care for tea? An elderberry juice? Leo can fetch you some stardew if you like...\nHe gestured towards the window as the crow shifted on it's perch.\n\nAgnor stood silently in the entrance, his figure quite out of place in the tiny oasis filled with books and papers, old manuscripts and dust settling quietly through small rays of sun and shadow.\n\nYou don't look like...\n\nI belong here?"}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "You don't look like...\n\nI belong here?\n\nWell, I wouldn't put it that way, you're just a bit, uh, bigger than most people around here...or, most...\n\nIprix looked up at Agnor.\n\n...people.\n\nA split second passed and Iprix gestured towards a bench along the entryway, resuming some slight shuffling of papers.\n\nPlease, sit, sit.\n\nAgnor didn't move.\n\nIprix continued his busywork as he attempted to take his guest's silence in stride.\n\n...or stand, eh, if you prefer...\n\nHe smiled gingerly. \n\nA flash of light bolted through the window and Agnor's hand shot to the huge broadsword at his side. Leo's eyes glowed red.\n\nIprix: Oh, ah! I wouldn't recommend that.\n\nIn the silence that followed, Agnor studied the tiny cleric. Iprix continued, pacing slightly in the space between his desks. He motioned with his hands.\n\nIt's not a good idea, you see...the place is outfitted with a magical ceiling...magnetic, really..so you see, it's uh, not a good idea because you take out that sword and woop!\n\nHe pointed up.\n\nUp it goes! Heh, heh...\n\nAgnor stared at Iprix. \n\nI was sent here.\n\nIprix clasped his hands at his waist.\n\nOh, that is interesting. We don't get many visitors. It's true, some are sent, though not often do they arrive under such mysterious circumstances.\n\nHis eyes tured obsidian black and his figure stiffened, staring into Agnor as if channeling black magic.\n\nWhat do you seek? Why have you come?\n\nAgnor stepped back.\n\nIprix's eyes cleared and he leaned forward, giggling slightly to himself."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Iprix's eyes cleared and he leaned forward, giggling slightly to himself.\n\nJust a joke, always wanted to say that.\n\nHe shuffled out from behind his desk.\n\nPlease, sit. \n\nAgnor moved for the first time since entering. Planting his great figure upon the old wooden bench, he seemed to defrost some for the first time, though he watched the cleric with renewed caution. Iprix advanced, placing a cup of tea next to his giant hand. It steamed cheerfully in its dainty porcelain cup, seated upon an equally dainty saucer. Agnor's hands could barely hold both, and he appeared more like a man playing dress up as he attempted to sip from the thin edge. \n\nI was told you were an archmagus. \n\nThrough his resumed shuffling, Iprix humored his new friend's curiousity.\n\nOh yes, yes I am an archmagus. The old one passed away some time ago.\n\nAgnor studied him.\n\nWhat happened?\n\nOh, nothing really. I mean not nothing, but really it was silly. He taught me everything I know..\n\nAgnor waited while Iprix's mind wandered off, seeming to look for something else again.\n\nOh! Uh, we were doing an immortality spell and it went a bit wrong. If you want to be immortal, you see, you have to drink from the goblet of immortality *before* you die...he was rather absentminded though, he forgot one of the steps, and...\n\nHe shrugged his shoulders, making a face and gesturing in the air with one finger.\n\nThat was the one! \n\nAgnor watched the wizard, unsure if he was growing more dangerous or simply crazier by the minute.\n\nIprix: So I'm archmagus here now. Poor old chap. I'm sure we'll see him again though."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Iprix ceased his frenetic searching and looked up calmly at the warrior, his inquisitive eyes and dramatic mustache curving up in a friendly smile.\n\nSo! How can I help?\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe journey had already been long. Days had turned to weeks had turned to the counting of the moon cycle to keep track of time. The party was tired, and the onus of their journey remained beyond their grasp. Close enough to continue, but far enough to want to go home.\n\nIprix was unaccustomed to the traveling life. Never one to be a spoilsport, he\nsoldiered on with the best, though his robes had long been sullied by the dirt and \nmud and there was a most unfortunate tear from a snag on a rosebush he had simply \nwanted to enjoy. Who knew they were vicious.\n\n\nA band of four- Iprix, an artificer, a young boy they had picked up along the way and Gomorrah - known as an evil one. No one was certain of Gomorrah's motives, but so far he had proved useful to the quest, and a dangerous ally in a pinch.\n\nPOOF!\n\nWith a startled shout from Iprix, he vanished into dust. In the moments he reappeared, the boy looked up at him in wonder.\n\nBoy: So you are immortal..!\n\nIrpix stared down at him in horror.\n\nMy boy, did you...?\n\nBoy:...I wanted to know.\n\nIprix looked from the boy to the group to the boy to his cup and then back to the boy. \n\nI...I...\n\nHe grasped for words.\n\n...I'm walking away now."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "I...I...\n\nHe grasped for words.\n\n...I'm walking away now.\n\nAs Iprix stormed off to regain his composure, Gomorrah acted. Sweeping the boy from his feet by his neck, he dangled him off the side of the high plains, the cliff below dropping off into nothingness.\n\nThe boy screamed as Gomorrah held him fast. \n\nGormorrah: Shall we see if you're immortal??\n\nThe boy writhed and twisted, attempting to release himself from Gomorrah's grasp\nwhile simultaneously clutching on Gomorrah's wrists for dear life. \n\nI didn't mean it! I...I, please! I'm sorry, I didn't, I, ahhhhh!!....Please!\n\nHis feet pawed the empty air below him, the cliffs sheer face offering little comfort to those without wings.\n\nGomorrah watched at tears streamed down the boy's face. In an instant, he lifted him back over the ledge and threw him down in a heap. A huff of steam escaped his flared nostrils as he snorted in disgust.\n\nGomorrah strode towards Iprix and the rest of the group on the other side of the \nclearing as the boy sobbed on the ground.\n\nIt wasn't the consequence he would've chosen, but it seemed Gomorrah had made his point. Chiyo watched the cleric's troubled face.\n\nI admit I've never seen anyone kill for curiosity. Are you starting to regret not leaving him behind?\n\nIprix pushed himself forward, starting off on the long road.\n\nA little.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n[Scorch the Pyromancer sees the group from the entrance to his pit. He doesn't have anything to do with the group or the journey, but as an observer he's often aware of goings-on.]"}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nA battle raged.\n\nThe group had neared its destination. As the danger grew more intense, the\nheaviness in the air had been steadily increasing. The last days had fanned into\nflame and chaos, little sleep and greater dread. Gomorrah had remained on the battlefield, his hearth and home being brimstone and fury. Iprix had remained on watch, magic encircling their camp, and the artificer was away on reconnaisance. The boy and his slingshot remained at the camp, afraid and with his magic not yet easily controlled, a mix of sparks and awkward incantations that occasionally hit their mark. \n\nHe had ventured out to forage. Magical food was only good for so long, it fed the\nspirit more than the body. Crawling over hill and stone, he hunted what game he \ncould find. The battle had been spewing over the southward field, and he was cautious to remain beyond the fringes of the fighting. Being captured would only make matters worse.\n\nAt once, the edifice behind him erupted. A shower of sharp stone and black earth rained down around him as shouts and screams filled his ears. Disoriented, with the shriek of steel on steel and the thunder of dark magic, he threw himself to the ground and crawled beneath the nearest crag. At once, Gomorrah's face was on the ground beside him. Thrown down by an adversary, a glowing orb clutched near his chest, Gomorrah's eyes lit with recognition. He threw the orb towards the boy as he was lifted from the ground."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "The yelling and fighting abated. As the boy hugged the orb, face dry but rocking slightly back and forth, the air cleared. As quickly as it had vanished, the silence returned. After what seemed an age, he climbed out into the emptiness. No sign of Gomorrah. No sign of anyone. Just ash and smoke curling upward from dark scars that had been carved into the earth. \n\nA ringing, faint at first and growing into a cacophanous noise that boxed his ears, enveloped his head as the creeping warmth of faint made everything slowly go dark. \n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nIprix's tower was a mess. A mess outside of the usual mess. The electromagnetic force that had swept through the otherworlds had reset many parameters and upset others. Iprix, like others, had been returned to their origins - Iprix to his tower, the boy to the village...others journeyed further forward, to their destinies. It wasn't the first time Iprix has seen a reboot spell, and it was a similarly unpleasant experience as being reboot himself.\n\nThere was a knock on the door. Iprix sighed. How was one ever to get through an eon of spells when one keeps getting interrupted?\n\nA flash from his wand and the magiclock on the door disengaged. Sometimes the human ways were fun, sometimes the wizard ways were more convenient.\n\nThe boy stepped in.\n\nIprix studied him.\n\nYou've come a long way. \n\nThe boy seemed nervous, tired.\n\nPlease, sit. \n\nA wave from his hand and Leo, awkwardly squawking, retrieved the teapot and delivered\nit unceremoniously in his talons. \n\nAh, Leo...I do appreciate the effort but I think we have to work on this.\n\nIprix glanced back at the boy."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Iprix glanced back at the boy.\n\nHe's an absolute marvel, more skilled than I by far...but tea is not his thing. \n\nThe boy studied Iprix's face. \n\nDo you know what happened?\n\nIprix: Ah.\n\nHe put down his tea and put his hands on his lap.\n\nI do. \n\nHe watched the emotions flicker across the boy's face.\n\nAre you well?\n\nYes, yes.. or I think so. Yes, I'm fine. But I don't understand.\n\nIprix: Ah! Well, there are a great many things in this world to not understand! Luckily, I can explain. First, I'm glad you're well. I knew you made it to the village, and I wondered when you would come.\n\nYou knew I was in the village? How?\n\nWell, the vantage point from up here is quite good...high tower and all...plus, you know -\n\nHe pointed towards himself and shrugged his narrow shoulders.\n\n\"Archmagus.\"\n\nAnyway, we were pulled from the battle by what's known as a reboot spell. An \nincantation that resets the world to a past point in time, but with certain modifications. What those modifications are is unknown, but we've been sorting through trying to figure that out. \n\nHe gestured towards Leo.\n\nIt hasn't been easy, so I'm glad you're here. Three minds are certainly better than two! \n\nHe stood and shuffled back towards his desk. \n\nI hope you've brought food in that bag - we're going to need it! Heh heh...\n\nIprix turned and saw the boy standing, holding a glowing blue orb. He dropped his tea cup.\n\nOh no....\n\nTears filled the boy's eyes."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Oh no....\n\nTears filled the boy's eyes.\n\nHe trusted me with it. I don't know what it is, I don't know what it does...but he\ntrusted me with it.\n\nTears streamed down his face.  \n\nHe gave it to me before the reset, or whatever it was.\n\nEyes squinting shut, he bowed his head down.\n\nThey took him...\n\nIprix walked cautiously towards the boy and the orb.\n\nThere, there...\n\nIprix covered the orb in the cloth it had been cloaked in. \n\nLet's just put that away for now...we'll keep it safe here. We'll just, uh, set it\naside for now...\n\nHe looked around at the haphazard room. \n\nUh, we'll leave it here, in this drawer...where it won't, heh, roll away..\n\nShutting the drawer, he returned to the boy.\n\nTell me what happened.\n\nBoy: I don't know. Gomorrah, he gave it to me..I was hunting and somehow the\nbattle found me. I don't know what happened, I didn't even know where he was,\nbut suddenly he was next to me and threw me the orb...they must have thought he \nstill had it because they took him away. I didn't see him anymore after that. I \ndidn't see anything after that.\n\nHe bowed his head again.\n\nI don't know why he trusted me.\n\nIprix studied him, watching the emotion flicker across the boy's face.\n\nIt would seem it was trust well deserved.\n\nHe stood up.  \n\nBut you don't worry about Gomorrah! The old goat has business. Destiny in fire...\nWherever they took him, you can be sure its where he wants to be."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-10", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "He paused. How people change was perhaps the one thing in the runiverse that still seemed to surprise him, yet it was also the one thing that made things worth hoping for.\n\nMeanwhile you - you have a destiny as well. Do you know what that is?\n\nThe boy looked up through drying tears.\n\nIprix smiled cheekily.\n\nYou have a destiny, and except for the time you murdered me I think you'll do \ngreat things.\n\nThe boy smiled, a half-laugh escaping his lips.\n\nHow do I find it?\n\nIprix patted the boy's shoulder.\n\nYou look.\n\nWhat about the orb? What is it? What does it do?\n\nOh, you don't worry about that. This looks like, ah, a run-of-the-mill orb...just\na regular time, uh..thing - nothing to worry about. Would you like more tea?\n\nNo, thanks, I should be getting home.\n\nIrprix tried to hide his relief. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions and the orb's presence weighed heavy in the air.\n\nAnother time then. You're most welcome. And I'm glad to see you're well. Maybe our, uh, tea service will improve next time you return. Tell your mother hello!\n\nThe heavy door groaned shut.\n\nApproaching the drawer in which he had secreted away the orb, Iprix opened it as its blue light emanated from the sides of the cloth. Leo spread his wings, shifting from side to side and cawing ominously.\n\nIprix stared at the glowing orb, agreeing with his agitated familiar.\n\nYes, we have a problem.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-11", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Yes, we have a problem.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nIt was a spring day when Ekmira entered the tower. A fan of sun and wind, light\nand plants, she didn't prefer to spend much time in the dingy dusty corners of the\nruniverse's old buildings, but necessity brought her today. Her white robes caught \nat the corners of the wood staircase and swept away cobwebs as she ascended the tower.\n\nThe door at the top was open. Upon hearing no response to her inquiry, she pushed\nthe door open.\n\nAs the door squeaked open on its tired hinges, Iprix - humming along happily thrumming through his old stacks of paperwork - turned to see a witch standing in the doorway.\n\nHer hair swept down over nimble shoulders, her large hat only partially covering a\nfriendly face that seemed to illuminate from within.\n\nIprix dropped his papers.\n\nOh! I, oh. \n\nHe scrambled to catch the sheafs as they fell to the floor.\n\nOh! Ah, haha...\n\nCatching them up in an unceremonious heap, Iprix hugged the papers with both arms as he stood to address her.\n\nI, uh, hello!  Uh, how can I, um, assist you? Please..\n\nHe gestured with one hand, half of the papers flopping once again to the floor.\n\nUh, please sit. \n\nHe glanced at Leo.\n\nCan I offer you tea?\n\nNo, thank you.\n\nCoffee? Mandrake - I mean, mango juice? Koolaid? \n\nIprix clumsily caught the corner of his desk as he rushed to put his scrolls away.\n\nEkmira hid a slight smile.\n\nLeo can run,..or, rather, ha, fly out for whatever you like..."}
{"id": "f8cff475-b992-4934-b65b-06dea8f6daa4-12", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:02.622", "backgroundColor": "#fefefe", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZe3L9RYhhfCNKQ8F1so4uo6Cvb5Wygdkx8dLSRFBH3nJ", "txHash": "0x5d437634c60c3de3bad3ba0f654187ea4939a48d9bbe7f6e41e2f7482d5d3d40", "createdAtBlock": 14839841, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Leo can run,..or, rather, ha, fly out for whatever you like...\n\nIprix paused to regain his composure, one hand on his desk and the other on his hip.\n\nAnyway, why were you here again? I mean...\n\nEkmira smiled. \n\nI don't need anything, thank you. But it seems we have business.\n\nReally? \n\nIt would appear...\n\nShe paused.\n\nThere was a magus who passed through who went unaccounted for several days later.\nDisappeared and no one knows where. Since you know the area, and everyone in it, I \nthought you might know something.\n\nIprix stuttered, his breath which he didn't even realize he'd been holding all \ncoming out at once.\n\n..I'mmm sorry I what? I know everyone? \n\nShe studied him.\n\nYes, you're the archmagus. Of..the tower?\n\nOhhh, right - I mean, yes. I, yes I am. Indeed. So you needed what again?\n\nInformation on a missing person.\n\nYes! That's it. I can help....just let me get organized...\n\nIprix shuffles through his usual stacks, knocking over a large stack of books as he attempts to clear desk space. Ekmira watches, amused.\n\nI'll come back another time. Perhaps we'll set a meeting. I've caught you off guard, I'm sorry.\n\nNo! No..no problem at all..just, just a bit taddy here, that's all, not normally like this...but just, you know, very busy lately....\n\nOf course. \n\nIprix stops sorting and looks up.\n\nEkmira: I'll come back.\n\nGreat."}
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{"id": "cb330e45-a01a-492c-a73f-51c98db66700-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:06.733", "backgroundColor": "#ca4a2e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRmBSsbAJz9TssuEg5n17hDJ47196EXnBsfWsH85XBC94", "txHash": "0x8f8f65890cbcafe41b3739b353ee7ec6ee25b7fff5fee7663370a59bd1ef6dc1", "createdAtBlock": 14001943, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5198, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPU1AHQLraFiaza3cegeCLGmH4es41MSqncerZQGDdoB4", "name": "Archmagus David of the Citadel", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus David of the Citadel\n\nThe citadel was overrun by an inexplicable plague.\n\nWhilst the majority debated whether or not they should mask up and quarantine ... the citadel simply fell apart.\n\nOne of the few spared by the plague'stight grasp was the Archmagus David. He toiled late nights in his chambers trying to find a cure when a book magically opened to a chapter detailing the benefits of an ancient Caduceus staff, which could be summoned with a simple spell. The staff was said to relieveanyone from the plague'saffliction.\n\nUpon learning the spell, David immediately summoned the magical Caduceus staff and put it to work ... and just two days later he had done it. He had cured everyone in the citadel.\n\nThis all came to a crash when he woke the next morning to an eerie silence. Venturing through the citadel ... he saw bodies on the floor lifeless. It seems everyone he had cured had died.\n\nThe silence finally broke with a sharp laughter when a demon appeared. It explained that it had created the Caduceus staff and cursed it for his own entertainment. \"Thank you David this was delectable\" were the demon's last words as David struck him down.\n\nWith blood on his hands ... he leaves the citadel to try and redeem his foolishness. For now, only time will tell."}
{"id": "9cfb4755-48ab-4f68-bd51-008f0c0dcba8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:07.617", "backgroundColor": "#5a1473", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmarPitDgLEbN7jgL6VqvarSHwCxWzuvKKuSCW7TLFbm4E", "txHash": "0x68ac800e3ca15a983e6fdc1caef3e1c32f5306d22eb5bca2f057572d070552aa", "createdAtBlock": 14002232, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6924, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Casper of the Keep", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Casper of the Keep\n\nCasper comes from a long family lineage of Archmagus. However, after losing his rune and simultaneously his way at a young age, he is unaware of this lineage. Specifically his Archmagus sister whose name, unbeknownst to him, bares the same first letter.\n\n_Has he even ever felt comfortable in the Keep?_\n\nPolitically unaffiliated as noted by his lack of hat, Casper has shown affinity towards the Blue Hats, partially due to his own blue hair but also after uncovering his own love of perusing the largest libraries and acquiring the newest technology while honing his spell casting craft. He has his share of weaknesses but his strengths arent hard to find.\n\nCasper oddly finds himself most comfortable while dwelling on islands. Notably, during his years of trying to master the arcane art of invisibility while on Aldos Isle, he often awoke from a beach side slumber to his now rat companion now namedblue rat friend. Because of blue rat friends affinity of fruits, Casper began his interest in using her scraps to create potions of often unepic proportions.\n\n(One fun fact, Casper believes his lack of understanding invisibility at a young age, that its possible his rune is right there, he just cant see it.)\n\nBut learning who he is and where he comes from is the weight upon his shoulders. Despite his Blue Hat appeal, he sometimes finds his mind lingering on politics and wealth. Perhaps once there was a Red Hat above the head on those shoulders. Could that explain why his potions all end up purple?"}
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{"id": "7b22e380-2ee4-4b5d-ab0c-fe38ec85e06a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:10.201", "backgroundColor": "#04436c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVLVmRtRBrsktzrtqNLYjY51pnx4CwK4Q9KWedPATxaWg", "txHash": "0xb04556d05fae8c28343145d7d3096417df73e77796d5df31f76511ef680c5160", "createdAtBlock": 14002982, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6068, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Diana of the River", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Diana of the River\n\nIts a dry, droughty, dusty day! Drink deep, drink down! _ Diana convincing travellers to refill their flasks at a roadside spring._\n\nDianas greatest advantage as an enchanter comes from her reach. Just like the river, her charm meanders to spill from springs and be drawn from wells; to be boiled in broth or clashed in cups.\n\nFew ever discover they have been under her spell. A drunk who blames the wine for some foolish deed, could perhaps blame Diana. A fat lord whose soup is poisoned, might have riled her at some point.\n\nHer familiar is a hummingbird called Thirst. It is rumored that if one should catch a glimpse of its green plumage as they drink, then they will be under the enchanters spell until the moon next wanes.\n\nAs an enchanter Diana is almost unrivaled, yet she must live in her superiors shadow. For Arabella commands all the wild, and allows Diana control over the rivers; a generosity and a slight Diana can never quite thank her nor forgive her for.\n\nUnlike the water, Dianas aims are not transparent. None truly know what she wants, save perhaps dominion over Arabella. Perhaps such knowledge can only be gleaned from a drunkards inane rambling, or mayhap only the drowned of Dream Master Lake shall ever know."}
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{"id": "a6a59842-55f7-4220-81d5-d7992d262c25-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:15.196", "backgroundColor": "#2a1d2b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXwYnSHzNRKnN8g87L8hrc8Cxi6dDqj1gHcDzC9wXBkuY", "txHash": "0xf00f267972f0fb803e52fe1ecf608187de0667a40ad79771b35d6dd608aeb688", "createdAtBlock": 14005935, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8035, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Faiz of the Wild", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Faiz of the Wild\n\nFaiz was born as a commoner on a ranch to rancher parents. During his younger years, he spent many days alongside his father, who ventured into the city walls in order to sell the meat and skins that they produced on the ranch. Faiz was always fascinated by the sorcecers that passed through the stall in the market and headed towards the mysterious tower lingering in the distance. \n\nWhen he reached adulthood, Faiz asked his rancher parents to finance his education at the college of sorcecers, as his interest in all things magical and sorcerers never let go of him. Selling off most of their cows and pigs, the parents managed to accumulate enough capital to send Faiz to study to become a sorcerer. \n\nAfter graduating from the college, Faiz decided to spend his time studying animals and the wilderness, where he headed off to shortly after leaving the city. Remembering his knowledge of animal handling learned from his father on the ranch and the neawly learned sorcery, Faiz stayed in the wild for year - in fact so much time that he lost track of time himself. Rumours in the city only refer to him as a lonely sorcerer living in the wild, thus earning him the name Sorcerer Faiz of the Wild."}
{"id": "df002d5e-4c29-4045-afe4-024441369d81-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:16.006", "backgroundColor": "#0080ff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUwSfJVsaq2UVVpDbChvXXvrefargKp9praRJ6h71WPgg", "txHash": "0xc875bfa6f01cada7b3660f5f2f016f833a5d7fd1e7c9d3d3ed34e15d9111e830", "createdAtBlock": 14008123, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1218, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cosmic Mage Cromwell of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "# The Lore of Cosmic Mage Cromwell of the Platonic Shadow\n\nCromwell was raised on a remote farm deep within the Black Forest. At around 12, his latent magic abilities emerged. Shortly after, his parents disappeared, and he was left to raise himself. \n\nAfter a few weeks, a talking sphynx named Rojhur appeared and helped him survive a few seasons before encouraging him to explore the outer world. \n\nRojhur and Cromwell went on some fantastic adventures, and they started to become renowned for their raw ability, high integrity, and very innocent curiosity. They were also both somewhat childish, petty, and relatively uneducated."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "**Part Ten**:\n\nThe Old Koopling Cemetery was truly an old place.  The Kooplings themselves were a very ancient race, and the cemetery was created when\nthey were young.  The stone work on the graves carried a particular magic that is said to be indestructible.  It was nestled down a path off the main road that Eden took.  A mist enveloped the gates.  The trees hung heavy and broad over the site, darkening it even in mid day.  \n\nThe wizard, pony and hummingbird stood before the misty gates.  Eden spoke.\n\"Well now, here we are.  The Kooplings are a kindly race though I dare not tread on their good will.  This place has opacity and ominousness.\nWe will wait here at the gate for the burned Corvid.\"\n\nAt noon exactly, they heard a metal gate creek open.  The Corvid soul appeared out of the mist, tombstones lined up behind him.\n\"Eden, Moe, and fellow bird, good afternoon.  This is my home.  Well it is close by.  Follow me.\"\n\nAs always, intuition guided Eden's heart.  Surprisingly, there was nothing off-putting about this stranger.  And so they followed him.\nA massive Oak tree rose out of the center of the cemetery; it barely looked alive.  The leaves were brown and the bark blackish.  At the base of the trunk there was a door.  The Corvid opened it, and the party descended down a staircase in darkness.\n\n\n\n**Part Eleven**:\n\n\"Eden, that compromised Corvid gatekeeper was planning to kill you and take the pony.\" Said the burned Corvid soul."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "He paused and sat still looking at the three companions before him.  They were beneath the tree, beneath the The Old Koopling Cemetery,\nin a place that resembled a fine wine cellar.  Along the walls were vials and herbs and artworks; nooks with books and music playing quietly from somewhere.  \n\nEden said nothing.  Moe looked at him anxiously, the hummingbird Ziggy sat on his shoulder.\nThe Corvid soul continued speaking.\n\n\"I am friends with one of your friends, which, I believe should make us friends as well.  Akron is a crow keeper himself, and us Corvids know much about all that flies.  We communicate with one another; we can whistle in our minds and perceive far off things.  His crow is a\nwonderfully smart bird- Paco.\"\n\nA moment of silence hung in the air.  Eden digesting all the new information.\n\n\"Eden, we both have dark pasts we look to be free of.  We both have futures we look to see realized.  I am a bird, and trees are our home.  \nYour task to find and save the greatest of all the Runiverse trees is noble, and I will help you.\"\n\n\n**Part Twelve**:\n\nAt the edge of the cemetery where a sliver of golden sunshine pierced through the dark canopy, Eden sat on a rock and listened with headphones to classical guitar on his digital tablet.  \n\nAs a transmitter and controller of light and color (unusual for a technologist), the wizard sat calmly with his face uplifted to the warm sunlight, his blue eyes closed.  Slowly the light began to move like ocean waves in the air; curling and flowing and cresting.  Shapes began to take form. In the wisps of light trees blossomed, flowers unfolded, faces made expressions, letters became words; it was the future."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "On occasion, when his magic permitted, the light and color interacting with Eden portended doom or glory, love or hate, smiles or pain.  \nHe opened his eyes and released the light.  He took a deep breath.  \n\nThe Corvid soul sat nearby, respecting the Wizard's need for space.\n\n\"Is it OK if I just call you Soul?\" asked Eden.\n\n\"Yes, of course, I like the sound of that.\" responded the Corvid.\n\n\"Soul, I trust in you.  And I will call you friend.  If our path continues as is, without significant alteration, then I shall end up burnt just as you.  Moe as well.  I am not sure about Ziggy.\"\n\nSilence hung in the air.  The leaves rustled in the wind and the metal gate creaked.\n\n\"Well then, friend, what is your goal Eden?  What is this journey to the sacred tree really about?\" asked Soul.\n\nEden sighed, thoughtfully running his fingers along the pink edging of his cloak.  Before he could speak, two riders could be heard galloping down the road towards the cemetery.  Towards them.\n\n\n**Part Thirteen**:\n\nThe moon was full in the night sky.  Stars flickered.  There were no clouds and no wind.  All was still.  Eden, Moe, and Ziggy had fled from the approaching riders and Soul had retreated back into his tree home.  An intuition to run screamed at both Eden and Soul in that moment of hearing the hooves.  There was a darkness in its sound and a gentle yet malicious whisper on the air."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "The Old Koopling Cemetery was a mile behind them when they stopped for rest.  Eden looked at Moe and saw how nervous he was; remembering the\nfear and pain of the past road.  Eden, as forgetful as he was, remembered as well.\n\n\"My dear Moe, all is well.  Ziggy and I will keep you safe.  He'll watch the sky and I'll watch the road.  We'll reach the Tree and the shores of your father soon enough.\" Eden said kindly.\n\n\"Yep.\" said Moe with a half smile.\n\nBeyond the road to their left was an open glade of birch trees that shimmered white under the moon.  Beyond that still was hills that climbed into lofty mountains.  The Runiverse was vast.  \n\nEden spoke to Ziggy.  \n\n\"We must leave Soul behind us and press on.  I sense we shall meet again.  A good old burnt bird he is.  No time for song now Ziggy\nwe must move in silence unfortunately.  Our road moves westerly, to the mountains.\"\n\n\n**Part Fourteen**:\n\nEden and co. camped by a tumbling river, surrounded by wild fields full of spring flowers.  The blue wizard lounged and played a puzzle game on his tablet, whistling the afternoon away, drinking green tea and humming Bowie.  \n\nThe poor forgetful wizard had completely forgotten about the two riders from The Old Koopling Cemetery (alas it would have taken some mental jostling for him to even remember Soul the burnt Corvid!).  Moe munched on some grass and Ziggy sniped the choicest nectar."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "They were happy.  It was a beautiful day.  They were on an adventure worth endeavoring, and they had each other.  Eden made a fire and then cooked a simple supper for the three.  Before retiring into his tent, Eden meditated on a night sky; full of shooting stars and crescent moon.  \n\n\n**Part Fifteen**:\n\nEden awoke in his tent at dawn to the sound of his digital tablet buzzing.  On the screen was Soul the burnt Corvid.  He was in his tree home, in what appeared to be a recorded message for Eden.  \n\nEden paused the message and groaned, still half asleep.  \n\n\"I need coffee.  I did not expect this bird to wake me at sunrise.  That's a magpie's job.\"\nHe made some coffee at the fire and ate a muffin while watching the video attentively.\n\n\"Sage Eden, I thank you for your friendship, it is a rare thing for me. So, I ask these questions to myself and also to you- What is your purpose?  What do you want? And what do you fear? Let them simmer in your blue heart for a while.\"\n\nMoe was awake now with Ziggy on his head.  They sat beside Eden.\nSoul continued. \n\n\"By the time you see this video, I will be gone.  Those two dark riders we heard were not searching for you, alas, they were hunting burnt souls; wizards that passed through the flame and became reborn as something different.  I actually don't remember who I used to be.  I don't even remember what my name was.  Before the pain....I remember nothing.\"\n\nHe stopped speaking for a minute, collected himself, then continued."}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "He stopped speaking for a minute, collected himself, then continued.\n\n\"When they find me here I will be escorted to the Nameless ones.  It is they, or Him, that seek to destroy the sacred trees of the realm.  Of what my fate will be, I do not know.  Eden, listen to me, protect that pony; he is more precious than you realize.  The rune...\" The recording ended abruptly.\n\nThe blue wizard felt sorrow.  His eyes flickered blue and his coffee turned red.\n\n\n**Part Sixteen**:\n\nIt was a long day of travel for the three; making their way westward proved to be slower than expected.  Mainly this was due to Moe constantly stopping to smell flowers and reminisce.  The late day sun was comfortable and warm, and Eden would use the frequent stops by Moe as an opportunity to get some sun.  He was quite tan for an older gent, and actually fairly muscular.  \n\nA little ways down the hill before them was a cottage.  It was plain, thatched and stone, and nothing extraordinary.  A warrior strong and sturdy (as evident by his clothes and movements) was tending to a garden.  Being spring, the dirt was still open and the buds were just breaking with leaves.  \n\nEden and co. stood on the hill near the cottage, surveying the scene.  The warrior did not pay them any mind.\n\n\"My good sir, any news ill or otherwise of these lands that you can share with a wizard, a pony, and a hummingbird!\" Asked Eden with a raised voice.\n\nThe warrior gardener did not respond and continued his labor.\nAs rain drops began to fall and clouds moved in, Eden said no more.  As he was leaving though, the warrior spoke up loudly.\n\n\"Wine or beer?\"\n\n\n\n**Part Seventeen**:"}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "\"Wine or beer?\"\n\n\n\n**Part Seventeen**:\n\nThe salt and pepper-haired warrior tended to a fire as rain pattered on the window and Eden sat and drank wine at a nearby table.  It was a simple yet well kept abode, certainly reflective of the man who dwelt there.  \n\nEden as always, trusted his intuition above all.  Here he felt completely safe; similar to the meeting with Soul the burnt Corvid.\n\n\"What is your quest Sage?\" asked the warrior without looking up from the fire.\n\n\"To find the Great Magical Magnolia Tree, to save it and us, from death and torment.\" Eden responded flatly.\nThe warrior replied, \n\n\"There has been word in the grapevines.  Word of a deceptively powerful blue wizard and a pony, traveling in these parts.  Word also that different forces seek to help and hurt you.  You have made friends and foes.  I'll be honest, it does bother my heart to know the sacred trees are being chopped down like worthless locusts.  But,\nI am retired sir, and content enough to mind my own keep and herbs.\"\n\nEden became thoughtful hearing those words, and listening to the fire was filled with melancholy.  It was night.  He felt alone as he twirled his wine glass, lost in a million thoughts.  He was trusting fate and the stars to guide him to the journey's end.  \n\n\"Well I thank you for opening your doors to us sir...what shall I call you?\" said Eden.\n\n\"Spirit will do, it's a nickname.  And you and your company are welcome to spend the night.  Rain seems to have picked up.\" said the warrior, still at the inglenook of the fire.\n\n\n**Part Eighteen**:"}
{"id": "6363119b-ca59-4e09-ad4c-07244b17a87e-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:04.712", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZgTMktFHnpKDybHR9sXwcqJypeFS6nb2efTdUg6wt6sk", "txHash": "0xb5d84d91895e002ceb4f0c5fc7d054a1ecd0bc3148f3bc0e0684d0ca17b9b790", "createdAtBlock": 14851743, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4184, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Eden ", "text": "**Part Eighteen**:\n\nEden and co. spent the night at the home of Spirit the warrior (which was located about fifty crow miles west of the Blue Wizard Bastion). \n\nAt midnight, Eden's joy staff awoke; radiating a yellow haze.  The light became bright and stirred Eden from a deep sleep.  Rain still fell and pattered on the roof.  He picked up the staff and raised it to the air.  \n\nThe light changed color, becoming a forest green, filling the entire room.  The light morphed into the image of a tree; green and majestic with white flowers.  Behind it the light became a blue ocean.  It sparkled and flickered like a divine diamond from Eden's hand.  He knew; this was the Great Magical Magnolia Tree.\n\nHe heard a voice from his tablet.\n\n\"It's communicating with you Eden.  Or maybe I should say, she is.  The tree is calling you.\"\n\nIt was Akron, with that slow and melodic voice of his.\nThe beauty of the sacred tree brought tears to Eden's eyes.  The glorious light and color faded soon after, and all was black again in the warrior's home."}
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{"id": "bd522a30-5e25-429d-aab7-f32b045092f9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:19.735", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRmnTUqUAKcrwFr4pc2CV6zEeGhGNxvVnfiC8wJjPSRfn", "txHash": "0xa7fa9b8e480663a20f31d6c060a83f0ac13ce29d6eb99f476cc2a0649394f6aa", "createdAtBlock": 14008600, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8672, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Silas of the Mist", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Silas of the Mist\n\nThe Seer sees beyond the curving plane.\n\nBeyond the linen wrappings tied so long\n\nago that bodys basic shrivel claimed\n\nThe organs bent on justifying wrongs.\n\nWhen Silas sees the tremble in your song\n\nyou musnt hide the soft and truthful half.\n\nHe knows your every contour, weak and strong\n\nThe swirling spys report on Zephyrs Laugh.\n\nA Sorcrer sees his wolf familiars calf\n\nUpon the hillside grazing pre-pursuit.\n\nThe natural order sorts the wheat from chaff -\n\nher feral vision, apex resolute.\n\nWhat mortal eyes do you know that can see\n\nconclusive truth with Total Clarity?"}
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{"id": "982f1194-97aa-42da-bd85-46c23dddb357-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:21.406", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX7PafUHEAg59gD7iMPULfmKXLE7v8dNN2LhEX7a2Nxxm", "txHash": "0xc8f523a4c587bfcbd8b3c392eac5a55fd54b9c1e591c1a15da9f942879fac4ac", "createdAtBlock": 14008656, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2590, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diabolist Jastor of the Villa", "text": "# The Lore of Diabolist Jastor of the Villa\n\nThe famous Jastor _is_ Frog Master Marsh\n\nas far as city social circles go.\n\nBut keeping up with court can treat you harsh.\n\nHe hopped himself out of the murky flow,\n\nAnuran royalty long thought extinct,\n\nhis cousin Curtis always safe in tow.\n\nDiabolism?? Even more distinct\n\nto Lords and Ladies languishing in vice,\n\narranging plans to sate their weekend kinks.\n\nIf Villa locals only knew the price\n\ntheyll have to pay once Jastor brings the bill\n\ntheyd reconsider seeking his advice.\n\nFor all their pillow talk is tracked with quill\n\nand in the end theyll beg for poison pills."}
{"id": "e3148dc2-6ac9-4844-a132-41d14b242713-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:22.177", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRibpCDWRBPsMMCwMYuqqZiSPnmGgpRSaqhB1xLNjNRyQ", "txHash": "0x5a836560d83df2e92923c7fc41029f0aae5281c6966803d9042f64ea799a71b0", "createdAtBlock": 14008699, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3439, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Sondra of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Sondra of the Brambles\n\nDesigner-guru Sondra has her stare\n\non making patent leather basilisk\n\nthe latest fashion in bold wizard wear.\n\nFor what makes clothing flashy if not risk?\n\nIn warmer seasons shell from city part\n\nto hunt her vision of next winters trend.\n\nWith rat companion Rufus close to heart\n\nshes never lacking for a roadside friend.\n\nJust to the south of Great Owl Obelisk\n\nher clothing quarry sought to stop her heart.\n\nBut doomgaze sunshades cancelled out all risk\n\nand in an hour Sondra filled her cart.\n\nWhat bold enchantments shell apply to these!\n\nAnother year of Style Queen reprised."}
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{"id": "4b14dfe8-9fcb-49fe-a654-449acd47553c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:30.073", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvk2oP7DwFcMUE7oUyZ9w3qrncJPKCRTjSaZFtjM44it", "txHash": "0x7f9f8b1eccd505af507cd9c7817b22934f650daa2f7e68714249e984a0541825", "createdAtBlock": 14017024, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5303, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Magnus of the Woodlands", "text": "# The Lore of Battle Mage Magnus of the Woodlands\n\nThere was a time when the Woodlands were defenseless and vulnerable to attacks from neighboring regions. A time when village after village was pillaged and taxed tremendously but it all changed after the birth of Magnus. The son of a baker, Magnus had shown real interest in the arcane arts even from a very young age. Legend says that even before Magnus had learn to read, he was already blindly casting spells on his toys to make them levitate or grow and in one very specific telling (The Legend of the Living Rocking Horse) it is said the possessed the power to bring life to inanimate objects.\n\nAfter another attack on his village and the death of his father by the hands of these raiders, Magnus swore to bring an end to the atrocities ravaging the Woodlands. He ventured into the dense forests in search for answers from the mythical Tree of Knowledge. He disappeared for years, and everyone thought he died. Families in the villages left one by one in search of safety in other countries and it seemed that the Woodlands would become a wild region without civilization. But then, when all things seemed lost, Magnus stepped out of the Forest, wielding a Staff given to him by the Tree of Knowledge. He banished the raiders and bandits from the land, wielding powerful arcane tricks and spells and became known as the Battle Mage of the Woodlands."}
{"id": "eb3ef1cf-1aa7-49df-bde7-378fa3a81867-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:30.989", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQGe4Zi4MkPUAwyRhVAgkmpswhjAtTCSYnc69dJeLNnD5", "txHash": "0xe3e6bb98fd2733eba25f5a2ac88d5946b5aee07460e60583106f0c65f3c92976", "createdAtBlock": 14017614, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Axel of the Dunes", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Axel of the Dunes\n\nIt was a dark and gloomy morning, the clock had just chimed for 7:00am, when Axel was awoken by a frantic tapping against the frosty glass of his window. It was a crow, with feathers as jet black as coal and glowing purpel eyes. Axel kicked his legs off the side of the bed, stood up and slowly walked to the window to see what the crow wanted. As Axel approached the window, he could see a glowing green light. He paused and thought for a moment. \"Where have a seen that glow before?\" It was then that Axel realised he was in grave danger. \n\nThe green glow had only been seen by Axel once before when he was a small child, it was the same green glow that filled the room Axel once shared with his brother, Houdini. The night Axel had last seen this green glow, was the last night he ever seen Houdini, after the glow had passed, all that was left was a jelly donut in the bed where Houdini would lie.\n\nThe crow continued to tap on the window and Axel sprung into action. He throw on his robe and grabbed his bag of tricks. He ran down the stairs and headed straight for the back door, making sure to open the door as quetly as he could before running off into the dunes as fast as he could. Looking over his shoulder as he ran, Axel could see the green glow moving to the back of his house and begin to head in his direction. He carried on running until he came to a cave where he decided to seek shelter and hide."}
{"id": "eb3ef1cf-1aa7-49df-bde7-378fa3a81867-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:30.989", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQGe4Zi4MkPUAwyRhVAgkmpswhjAtTCSYnc69dJeLNnD5", "txHash": "0xe3e6bb98fd2733eba25f5a2ac88d5946b5aee07460e60583106f0c65f3c92976", "createdAtBlock": 14017614, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Axel of the Dunes", "text": "While Axel was looking for somewhere to hide in the cave he could see a set of purpel eyes looking at him. \"GET BACK!!\" Axel shouted. But the eyes came closer and closer. Axel reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out his wand, he raised it and was ready to cast a charm when he paused...... \"Your the crow that warned me about the green glow\" said Axel. The crow hopped onto a rock beside Axel's head and gently pecked Axel on the cheek. \"Who are you\" asked Axel, the crow just looked at Axel and hopped on one foot to another. \"Whoever you are, I owe you my life\" said Axel. He reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out a handful of corn, placed it beside the crow and watched as the crow devoured the pile.\n\nAxel had no idea who or what the crow was, but he knew that this crow was not just a crow............\n\nTo be continued"}
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{"id": "0b172628-7c36-48a5-9dec-639b1fc9a36c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:25.876", "backgroundColor": "#5d2f2f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRiNJ6EyWZJZUGv7TKvfdWMv7FvtL5PWs8qTTnSZvqNix", "txHash": "0x93c43fb1d15f42bc337d86ecb4e6b232d60b27544ddd2c0954b087fe5c4876f9", "createdAtBlock": 14012253, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8975, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Shigenjo of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Druid Shigenjo of the Wood\n\nShigenjo is a malevolent trickster residing in the thick forest of the Hedge Wizard Wood. He spends most of his afternoons feasting on the poisonous purple mushrooms found on the twisting canopy and his nights entertaining his Tengu friends with advanced illusionary magic. The Tengus hyena-like cackles can be heard throughout the night by passersby.\n\nWhen traipsing the forest's edge, Shigenjo scoffs at sorcerers en-route to Blue Wizard Bastion. Shigenjo views their academic pursuits as a pretentious thin veil hiding their weak magic. He lures them into the dense trees with illusions of overturned staged coaches and footprints. He then entraps them and humiliates them by stripping them of their weapons and feasting on their familiar before their eyes.\n\nAlthough he almost certainly releases adult wizards after his feast, many children have been lost in the Wood, never to be seen again. If you ask him, Shigenjo will deny any culpability, asserting that he himself was a child when he ascended into godliness. Yet skepticism remains, as the disappearances began at the same time he made the forest his residence."}
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{"id": "24fd76a2-7cd3-4e65-a3c6-a4eeafd9ec03-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:13:51.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW9XFGCHWeR3wDCk45wvsKpyNDqRtAx9c2kELQZekrjuo", "txHash": "0xcc8c95ba3da40ecc6e15760a7bcdd2866357dabfd28e921611aec28359d1428b", "createdAtBlock": 14017787, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1108, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Celeste of the Rock", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Celeste of the Rock\n\nFairly silly, trail into the muck  \nand all disoriented wander towards  \na little ship. You charm yourself on board  \nand sip your lemonade, so faintly struck  \nby unseen magic. Tingle on your nose  \ntells you that somethings up. Charging your hand  \nand hide it. Manners empty into sand  \nat certain moments. Cup that overflows  \nand radiating fire. Its just because  \nyou always were a blazey child. You wish  \nthe hearts of enemies served in a dish  \nturned up, rolled snake-eyes. All your prayers and awes  \nend at the altar. Star trembles in scope  \nand blessings offered animate in hope."}
{"id": "70d5a6e0-a412-4d34-9156-57bdb2a58794-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:12:23.684", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTSygdBuaHhk5ybprXExfGhrR1H53tgYEerpT6KvsT929", "txHash": "0x085210477788f91cb30f1205df40e1be43704e11647af1b2769f2570c3b11a33", "createdAtBlock": 14017879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6734, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Delilah of Arcadia", "text": "# The Lore of Witch Delilah of Arcadia\n\nScratch a witch, and underneath youll find  \nthe spells nobody ventured to write down  \nor even talk about. The ties that bind  \nthe threads of life together. Every town  \nand caravan, each windblown flock of sheep  \nweaves itself in. Threads woollen, green and gold  \npick out such artistry that, fast-asleep  \nwe recognise them. Stories we were told  \nas little children seldom come to life,  \nexcept when witches rouse, reading the signs  \nand portents. With my goblins flame and knife  \nI cut the threads that wander from their lines  \nand set them better, steady on their pitch:  \nfor this, and more, do thank your local witch."}
{"id": "cff63d63-802d-4937-930e-ee10fe3967d8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:42.702", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeXPcJkyuZaTDx8SQ6TrwD6R1qgo1Z9jGNqYPG6PnS8zY", "txHash": "0xf3307458ae93e4a838bd6687b0c1402d0ee67575461961b8e99105191888a40d", "createdAtBlock": 14018927, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8108, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Jameel of the Dunes", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Jameel of the Dunes\n\nHello there traveler! Are you out alone in these fickle times? Im sure you have a good reason for it. My name is Jameel, I journey to a fro in search of treasure. Be careful out there, there are bandits on these roads. - Sorcerer Jameel of the Dunes\n\nJameel is uncertain of his origins, he is not sure how he was brought into a sea of dunes and sands. Was it an errant portal? Maybe a miscalculation of mana? Perhaps it was predetermined by the Overseer of the Universe? Maybe one day he will see the sights of Dream Maser Lake or Hue Master's Pass. Jameel wants to explore the people of this Forgotten Realm so he is not disheartened.\n\nJameel's traveling partner is a swamp bullfrog, Trishna. Although he did not attend a prestigious wizard academy, Jameel is a natural Sorcerer. Jameel is guided by a fire rune and holds a Salamanders Tongue, therefore he is able to channel fire magic masterfully.\n\nGenerous wizards who encounter Jameel receive jolly cooperation, while greedy wizards curse him as nothing more than a trickster. At first glance his antics may appear devious, however his goal is for wizards to want only what they need. Jameel knows that greed creates conflict between social and personal goals. Clever wit sharpened by a sense of mischief Jameel is as unpredictable as the fire he controls."}
{"id": "f15fb66c-4659-4515-a20f-2d3ce60a2409-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:46.394", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdbcNwGwHSZSPDB8fZmHzeR8LHtFWhhVHYmZaekWfAX9q", "txHash": "0x13b3b13463d639f4a77e732fb9fb2d38a07336bbe9c4ed6ca0fd7452dcefe093", "createdAtBlock": 14020710, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2790, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Bane of the Quantum Shadow", "text": "# The Lore of Necromancer Bane of the Quantum Shadow\n\nThe dim light of dusk had fallen upon The Thorn and ancient elm trees cast jagged shadows upon the litter as the sun set beyond below the horizon. A dark figure strode along the weather-beaten path. The forest had a foreboding mist in the air, and the energy of the Quantum Shadow seemed to follow the figure deeper into the trees.\n\nAfter a time the figure stopped, lowered his hood, and scanned the ground. A dusty stone was set into the path, barely noticeable to a passerby. This was the meeting point, he was sure, but Bane was alone. His servant and Sacred Flame were nowhere to be found. He lingered a bit longer in the off chance that his carrier was merely delayed, but Bane had to keep moving. The night was young, but he had no time to wait. He needed the Flame and knew he would have to find it alone."}
{"id": "7b3e19dc-d5c2-4c0a-952b-238a4bedaad7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:47.121", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS8mYrF9MkknhRpHJpNc4JRMbryGGDGHKnJ2woQF23nDX", "txHash": "0x02ff63d38fd64637e559652c9f662964ed2617a5996a33d8b93bbd238c3c0406", "createdAtBlock": 14020729, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7823, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Eden of the Moors", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Eden of the Moors\n\nSorcerer Eden is an expert potion-maker at an industrial conglomerate in the Red Wizard Capital. He rose quickly through the ranks with the unscrupulous use of his Passion Potion and currently oversees an innovative R&D lab. Any rumors about the lab are completely unfounded. Dont ask about it.\n\nSome call the conglomerate Big Potion, but thats just propaganda spewed by Cannanite rabble-rousers bitter about declining milk sales. Theres nothing natural about drinking wizard milk anyways. Edens lab has been responsible for numerous breakthroughs, and the technology he creates makes the Runiverse a better place. After all, where would the world be without potions? Sure - profit margins have never been higher, but thats purely a function of supply and demand. Can you blame Eden for wanting to make a buck? If you had an affinity for chemistry, youd do the same thing.\n\nIn short, Sorcerer Eden uses his powers to defend the status quo, enrich himself, and advance the interests of the capital. Pretty standard stuff really."}
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{"id": "ad66e8e6-a357-4ee6-9c9f-ee6529efe069-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:54.654", "backgroundColor": "#f7e2ab", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPPVSSdrmbJVxHLB53ErNPm851y9AicpeJN3ZgCfk5pxT", "txHash": "0x9c86972581b702d7d8bdef91b9e5e6216cbe37935c03c109b2e258c7d52f16df", "createdAtBlock": 14027364, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 669, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Eden of the Event Horizon", "text": "# The Lore of Archmagus Eden of the Event Horizon\n\nDont let the careless part in his overly-revealing robe or the fire that burns within his conical hat distract you, the Archmagus Eden is one bad-ish MotherHubbard. \n\nHave you noticed the Kobolds that loiter around the Event Horizon, pestering you to buy counterfeit dragons teeth? No? That was Archmagus Eden. \n\nDo you dare not breath as you feel the million creeping feet of the Billipede of Peril crossing your leg in the night where your grandmother hasnt finished knitting your winter blanket? No again? That was Archmagus Eden, too. \n\nWondering why the casks at Ye Olde Donkeys Head are often empty? Well, the Archmagus Eden has to be paid somehow! And if youre missing your pet cat, he might have it."}
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{"id": "05e1c269-1661-44a9-bc43-b7b24dadf66f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:49.618", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWfPNXVisPb9YMiwuo7JBY3uekyqSXm6NuRevrsMwBYd9", "txHash": "0x0d9bda1d246142fb75ffff6565f5f3eb17d1d562c1d81c96d332b87ea7cdea74", "createdAtBlock": 14022871, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3086, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Jay of the Psychic Leap", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Jay of the Psychic Leap\n\nYear's spent in the Psychic Leap would make any sane being forget everything they've ever known, yet for Jay it's the only place he feels at home. Days are like months, perfect for a wizard that's trying to hone his craft. So that's what Jay did. With an entire Runiverse to explore, it was time to put such practice to the test."}
{"id": "63f2e58d-441c-4800-b527-8bab4f57d45e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:50.291", "backgroundColor": "#261538", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTtAW94k9ksDxvtRCPCMcUAMcB3pjGSCuh2GaWmU8s4Kv", "txHash": "0xf8c2971e12078f6ba77880b99764f5dfe00cae9172108d82d86ee223afe68b33", "createdAtBlock": 14023509, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5673, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Rita of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Thaumaturge Rita of the Brambles\n\nThe door swings open violently Please, I need your help!\" Rita shrieks to the store owner\"There was an accident, I stepped on this poor frog on my way home! There was a crazy herd of frogs on the path like 150 frogs Do frogs migrate?? Since when do frogs migrate?!  All I heard was a loud crunch, I freaked out, and then the frog began to glow! Next thing I know, this wooden figurine was in its place. What should I do?!\"\n\nA panicked young wizard running into a building during a deluge would cause anyone to jolt. This store owner, however, showed reasonable concern, but unreasonable anger towards his surprise visitor. Do you have any idea how old that door is?! The store owner retorts. That door was hand carved by my grandfather 200 years ago! The damage you couldve caused by punching it open like that!\n\nRita proceeds to the nearest table to place the frog somewhere safe, more importantly, away from her. I dont believe you're striking the right tone here, I tell you this frog transformed into an idol and all you can worry about is an heirloom door?\n\nThe store owner sharply turns to Rita Are you telling me a wizard is shocked that she did something wizardry?! A practitioner of MAGIC produces a MAGICAL item? The MAGIC staff you carry is just a walking stick, eh?\n\nMiffed by his sarcasm, Rita shakes off her hat and cloak and takes a closer look at the idol:\n\n'The body is fully wooden...the wood looks like the trees located on the path where the... incident... took place. No special markings or runes. The eyes' \"The eyes are stone! Please, can I have a light? I need to get a closer look at the\""}
{"id": "63f2e58d-441c-4800-b527-8bab4f57d45e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:50.291", "backgroundColor": "#261538", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTtAW94k9ksDxvtRCPCMcUAMcB3pjGSCuh2GaWmU8s4Kv", "txHash": "0xf8c2971e12078f6ba77880b99764f5dfe00cae9172108d82d86ee223afe68b33", "createdAtBlock": 14023509, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5673, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Rita of the Brambles", "text": "\"AMETHYST!\" The store owner scares Rita as he turns up right next to her.\n\nRita's anxiety is rapidly growing and the guilt is weighing on her. She starts to reflect on her situation\"I'm soaking wet...I killed an innocent frog who was probably on his way home after a long day of workI'm pretty sure I knocked the door handle loose, maybe the mad hatter hasn't noticed yet ..\"\n\nPreoccupied by her emotional and mental descent, she doesn't notice the idol begins to vibrate. \"Um, your thing is doing a thing!\"The store owner urgently tries to get Rita's attention.\n\n\"I walk that path all the time the _ut siccis_ charm has never just stopped working the wood is the same as the trees on the path\" Rita continues to stew.\n\n\"HEY WIZARD! IT'S CALLED AN 'ARMY' OF FROGS, NOT A HERD!\"\n\nRita comes too, snaps her neck toward the store owner, and inhales as if she's about to roar. Before she could get a word out, she hears a faint voice\n\n\"It's ok...I'm better now\""}
{"id": "f828d091-dd81-4f88-9ad9-73c56cc1b0c7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:51.114", "backgroundColor": "#60a7ae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBRgtXVqHQwhdaDZKwpia3RMeW8weh4gS4S4p2Q1wJEM", "txHash": "0x9aff65728f2dfbb21c3981688ee802b6d0926da1701c47529635f6a4ccae4fc8", "createdAtBlock": 14025709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 726, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Homer of the Ice", "text": "# Guest Log of Ice Hermit Homer and his Wife Trish the 'Trice\n\n_Intricate runic inscriptions are scrawled across a piece of ashen driftwood carved in the likeness of Ogmir, the slumbering giant_\n\n### Oberon of Heimburgsgate [2473], 7th Glacial Epoch, 69th Moon\n\nI dont know what to write.  Scruffy McBrewmaster is telling me to write about what I learned from his potion of confusion.  Uhhh Ok.  I learned that this guy is insane.  I was told he could help me walk the ice vein way.  I think he drugged me.  This cave is kind of creepy, all the furniture is made out of dork bones.  He calls this cockatrice his wife? The guest log Im inscribing is literally just a log.  Really nice log tho, seems like ancient elf wood.\n\nOk, hes telling me to get serious, that this ink is magic and his log is sacred.  He trained me, I think.  My memory is woozy, but after I drank the potion I felt like I was underwater.  All of the rage I felt towards my family and my corrupt tribe the freezing water sapped it away.\n\nIve been trying to walk the frozen path with a fiery rage.  But why would I take the hearth fire out onto the ice, if thats what Im trying to leave behind?\n\nIm ready to follow ancestor Dorkstaff.  I will find the edge of the world, where all the lightning trapped below the ice returns to the sky.\n\nHes telling me to look at the backside of the log Could it be?\n\n### Dorkstaff Thundercrack, Serpent Season, First Eclipse\n\nDictated to the frosty brewer with a lizard chicken wife, for I refuse to learn any scribal foolery."}
{"id": "f828d091-dd81-4f88-9ad9-73c56cc1b0c7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:51.114", "backgroundColor": "#60a7ae", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQBRgtXVqHQwhdaDZKwpia3RMeW8weh4gS4S4p2Q1wJEM", "txHash": "0x9aff65728f2dfbb21c3981688ee802b6d0926da1701c47529635f6a4ccae4fc8", "createdAtBlock": 14025709, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 726, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Homer of the Ice", "text": "I drank the dram of spiritual icebreaking. My vision spins with icy serpents smashed beneath my staff.  Their blood spills and melts the ice.  I swim in it and it swims in me-- warm, releasing.  My progeny issue from the serpent blood spring. They are comfortable, rich.  They do not know the honesty of desolate ice, the song of cruel wind, the crack of ego-cowing thunder. \n\nTo my progeny: get icey. Shoot many lightning bolts. Beat a serpent. Puff Puff pass the magic wizards through the omniverse.\n\nI am Dorkstaff Thundercrack.  Find me where the sun dont shine.\n\n**Dictator's note:  Mr. Thundercrack ate all of my pengu pt before he left. Remember to lock the larder before he visits again.  Also, Trish was rather flirty around him.  Perhaps I should learn lightning bolt to rekindle our romance?**"}
{"id": "37ab287d-53ff-4192-bb70-ed2d85f9f018-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:51.922", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcr6ogPCZQ7KZ7LMGz7egsJUvwxwQ7jZLfxGtJzD8Tgez", "txHash": "0x0698fbbb47755d3d28573de85f8238dcadaf3d4877de258b8bfc407a88c258fe", "createdAtBlock": 14025842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1503, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Holy Monk Drokore of the Brambles", "text": "# The Lore of Holy Monk Drokore of the Brambles\n\nThe gaze of Holy Monk Drokore is fixed\n\non unseen scrublands cast inside his mind.\n\nAnd passing through the medium betwixt?\n\nThe sea, The Salt, the passages of time.\n\nTo what had he committed with his oath\n\nto make the Holy appellation sing?\n\nA life apart from homelands verdant growth -\n\na spirit tamed with discipline-clipped wings.\n\nReturning now would strike as heresy\n\nFor those inclined to track ascetic vows.\n\nBut what is solitary majesty\n\nwithout the peace aloofness ought endow?\n\nDrokore must choose his emerald efforts heir:\n\nThe Great Beyond or to the Brambles fair."}
{"id": "f25ad337-c67d-4c40-be13-643b07270766-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:52.831", "backgroundColor": "#9d7d7d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ3cxQwKDSWiDN7XnNvz2VtKZfXg3Wpiadgx16pWSjVhF", "txHash": "0x1b9f4c8adc1ed247ba2c43ea5a907c232ad6d2a782b49c3060a302fb51ffcb40", "createdAtBlock": 14026284, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9297, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Aleister of the Tundra", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Aleister of the Tundra\n\nAcademies? Pah! Full of dusty books and dustier wizards! The world is my academy. _- Hedge Wizard Aleister, when challenged on his education._\n\nAleister could have received his title for a number of reasons, chiefly because he looks to have been dragged through a hedge backwards. But in truth, he is a hedge wizard of a different ilk; a wanderer of the wilds, friend of beasts and those with little sense of smell.\n\nRaised on the tundra, Aleister cut his teeth in Hedge Wizard Wood. Mugwort, horsetail, seven herbs, hemlock, hell dabble in anything. Except raw celery. Only a madman would mess with that.\n\nHis path is never lonely as he is accompanied by his familiar, a bliss cat named Briar. Briar would have preferred to have been called Thorn, but at least it was better than Brambles or Buttercup, which had both been in contention for a while.\n\nAleister made a name for himself after aiding the Frog Master of the marshes with an unsightly mottle. Nowadays, despite his scruffiness, scowling cat and dubious qualifications, he is called upon in times of need when all other help is too far away, or simply too expensive."}
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{"id": "ee447088-f6ce-45ea-882c-2cc63df12b1a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:01.431", "backgroundColor": "#31850f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRYsw2QQVSAyf1GhG1ohhYfMvYMEv1uMyuM8Ava3JSjD6", "txHash": "0x18b28ed861856cf9e3dea996f19fccc0f16f21e0142827b473c79185a24db2b5", "createdAtBlock": 14030491, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2893, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Florah ", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Florah\n\nI'm just a dope ass wizard who loves dope.\n\nSuperpower: I got an owl."}
{"id": "27f55989-44fa-446d-af58-12849fbd1d08-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:55.857", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZF9ikiCxSiVELKcQZGzfrZGCTTX2xrd6Tbksh5pBc64z", "txHash": "0x527a1fef8730aa122a39d83040de34aa32e3c0bc86293da3f33edf393acc4fc5", "createdAtBlock": 14027449, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8226, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Clairvoyant Gary from the Abyss", "text": "# The Lore of Clairvoyant Gary from the Abyss\n\nIt is said that in place of blood, Gary has ale running through his veins. He doesn't just drink beer, he literally bathes in it.  \n\nYou won't find Gary any place other than the pub. If you ask him to attend an event, already know his response, \".._be fine ale thar?\"_\n\nOnce you start drinking with Gary, you'll know right away something strange is about to happen. It might be that he knows your mother's maiden name. Or, perhaps he answers your question about betting on a sporting event before you're about to ask it.  Five or six pints in, he might start muttering under his breath, _\"Yeah, I hear ya. What's that got to do with me? Mmmmhmm..  for another pint I'll tell ye how ye gonna see ye demise.\"_\n\nGary never has to pay for his ale, either.  It has become so well known that Gary can tell the future when he's intoxicated that everyone in town continues buying the guy drinks, often well beyond the capacity for any mortal to hold them.\n\n_\"It's all in the beer, its really not me, I'll admit to ye!\"_\n\nGary clinks an empty glass with the second he is holding and sings, _\"SLAINTE!\"_"}
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{"id": "88143b45-1bbf-40d0-901c-932894f77d7b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:07.727", "backgroundColor": "#88ec92", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVweRs7fFTfNHeSy4SDSYxzQaZfUvRJoNQisLz2ofowKv", "txHash": "0x1c5de36619e096d6885af1f6973d31f66b9e845f71c8b393bb863f40db370415", "createdAtBlock": 14035140, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8421, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Cromwell of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of Shaman Cromwell of the Valley\n\nWith his peyote to guide him, Shaman Cromwell of the Valley seeks truth and understanding, to better navigate these strange worlds. He finds clarity through the fog, and uses his special seeing abilities to predict future events with great accuracy. His vision is only ever misguided if he over indulges in cactus power, for the greatest enhancement comes with moderation, retraint, and willpower. Knowing when to stop is both this Shaman's blessing and curse. Hope that luck is on your side when it matters most. \n\nWhen the stars are properly aligned and the peyote is dosed just right, Shaman Cromwell can summon all forms of ancient magic to protect himself and those within his close circle. His memory of such events is often hazy due to the lingering effects of the psychedlic plant, but truth speaks for itself in the number of lives saved through his mysterious abilities. \n\nLikes chocolate, more than is healthy, and will go to great lengths for such a treat.\n\nBoots are always soaking wet. Why? \"Because magic\", he says..."}
{"id": "f60b483d-67a2-4096-994e-87c8f4aa2835-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:53.214", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDZYdGbMKknSE25wQddjKHzXUvXHQM72kkTYx7eck89v", "txHash": "0x9d54a5ace41a96b2fa9de43567ba7b64b7e6912fc799acd610741b15aabfb51d", "createdAtBlock": 15020160, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2585, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Theo Ruffian of Turtles", "text": "The Tale of Theo, Ruffian of Turtles.\n\nTheo Lived a happy childhood on a remote small island in the Alchemists Archipelago. Every day he went coconut picking and fishing with his friends, so his mom and dad where able to cook amazing fish curries in the evening. His parents had a small garden for vegetables and herbs and where farming all day. They also had a goat, which they kept for milk and a pig, who was supposed to be slaughtered for Theos birthday, the day Theo would become a man, according to his tribes traditions.\n\nBut luck was not on Theos side. During the great feast on his birthday, a giant wooden beast arrived from the see. When the beast touched land, walking Iron Suits wielding shields and swords, disrupted the feast and started to slaughter his family and friends. Theo rushed into the shed and grabbed his fathers butcher knife. He didnt know how to use the weapon, so he ran to his father for help. He found his father inside their families tiny wooden house. He was holding his mom in his arms. The whole room was covered in blood and there was an Iron Suit lying motionless on the ground. As Theo cautiously came closer, he saw that his mom wasnt breathing either and his father was in teers and heavily wounded. He turned around, saw Theo and told him to run and defend himself, for Theo had never learned how to fight and was no match for the Iron Suits. His father quickly gave him the Shield of the dead Iron Suit, which was decorated with the head of a pony. Run! His father shouted as tree more Iron suits entered the house. Theo held the big shield above his head and ran away, as his father threw himself into battle."}
{"id": "f60b483d-67a2-4096-994e-87c8f4aa2835-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:53.214", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDZYdGbMKknSE25wQddjKHzXUvXHQM72kkTYx7eck89v", "txHash": "0x9d54a5ace41a96b2fa9de43567ba7b64b7e6912fc799acd610741b15aabfb51d", "createdAtBlock": 15020160, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2585, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Theo Ruffian of Turtles", "text": "Theo ran towards the only other place he knew, towards the only friend he had left. The Iron Suits where to heavily armed and so, not able to enter the dense vegetation in the center of the Island. Finally he arrived at the turtle pond. Where a dozen turtles where living. Theo was out of breath and wounded because of the spiky vegetation. Turtle Tom, the biggest turtle of the crew walked up to Theo and asked him what happened and why he was holding a shield and a butcher knife, but before Theo could answer, he heard a whistle like sound. A second later a rain of wooding stick with sharp points fell out of the sky. Without thinking it through, Theo raised his shield above his head, protecting Tom and himself from the deadly rain. Right before their eyes they saw how the other turtles screamed in panic before getting pierced by these strange, sharp objects. Tom shouted that they immediately had to hide in the secret turtle cave below the pond. So they did...\n\nA day later Theo went to scout the Island, only to find death and destruction. Nobody was left except Tom and himself. There was no evidence of the presence of The Iron suits either, other than the shield Theo had obtained.\n\nThe years that followed, Tom and Theo lived their live to their best. Crafted combat clothing for Theo and spiked Toms shield. They Trained for hours every day, knowing that one day, they will get their revenge on the Iron Suits.\n\nTo be continued..."}
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{"id": "3e0f43d6-2ab8-49bb-b2c6-1cd0f7e00c8c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:12.412", "backgroundColor": "#d2cdbb", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbFuV1MP4ukJKY1iQq4DDVBY3jbyNzcmDZa1WpopCWX1Y", "txHash": "0x107ba16564de1129e231de340be091870db011927b3215cae76e29dc3041ee18", "createdAtBlock": 14037030, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6811, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Robert of the Valley", "text": "# The Lore of Shaman Robert of the Valley aka 0xSpot\n\nLong I tracked him. Scat and breath and bone. I listened for the howls. White as a ghost, that ancient wolf. When I hunted alone I spoke to him. Better hearer than most, his diamond eyes that promised me the force of power, if I could catch him. Traps and snares, arrows, illusions. Long I strayed off-course, but one day, warned by my faithful brown hare I waited as wolf walked across my path, and loosed an arrow. Between neck and chest, and in an instant, dead. No time for wrath, regret. They tell us that wizards know best. His bones my staff, his pelt my winter cloak my changing-power conferred, ere I spoke."}
{"id": "70a206a7-4ec8-4f47-b359-f07c7e4bc330-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:49.044", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWRSp2fBZs9bQSiNokwXC9YESEGMHgPYw8yiTi77yoHNN", "txHash": "0xf34fd1af2cd6740abc269fd3621393634460a5cd315ae583b5d5828fba7b5737", "createdAtBlock": 14961056, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZxidwEQQuYHuAuRuJTSZFRsAePSu8MjALwMU41U9mP3C", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Art by ozzz\n\n## The Feast\nAn organic and uneven staircase trailed down and through the mist. \n\nHopping rock to rock, the Hare moved swiftly despite some hostile edges and irregular drops. Hadrien was struggling, moving tentatively and taking his time to find footing on the glimmering surfaces of this sea-battered path to Vorvadoss cliff-home. \n\n    The Hare disappeared into the mist below and Hadrien stopped for a second to contemplate the risk he was taking.    \n\nIm about to become lunch, he muttered to himself, shaking his head, before continuing to reach towards the rocks to steady himself before the next move. \n\nSuddenly, the mist cleared and a platform emerged further down the jagged cliff-face. On the platform, the Hare was being gently petted by a Great Old One, Hydromancer Vorvadoss of the Bastion. \n\n    I thought Id clear the mist for you, friend!, the monster bellowed upwards. \n\nThere are more than a few perks to being a Hydromancer on the coast, he winked.     \n\nUpon reaching the platform, Hadrien turned to face in-land and saw into the rock-face for the first time. Through a wide opening was a lavishly decorated hall with arches and pillars ornately carved to depict many scenes and their stories. \n\nThe walls were also covered, and it seemed to Hadrien that many centuries of history were recorded here."}
{"id": "70a206a7-4ec8-4f47-b359-f07c7e4bc330-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:49.044", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWRSp2fBZs9bQSiNokwXC9YESEGMHgPYw8yiTi77yoHNN", "txHash": "0xf34fd1af2cd6740abc269fd3621393634460a5cd315ae583b5d5828fba7b5737", "createdAtBlock": 14961056, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZxidwEQQuYHuAuRuJTSZFRsAePSu8MjALwMU41U9mP3C", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "Amongst the carvings were scenes of battle between great beasts and men, ocean mermen courting ocean mermaids, and at the back of the room, ones attention couldnt help but be drawn to a magnificently detailed Great Old One holding the symbol of Illuminatus with its mouth tentacles. Pillars and arches reached high into the cave and melded into the high ceiling above. On these pillars and arches twisted rising, cephalopodic limbs and upon closer inspection, hieroglyphic lines of symbols, runes, and markings in an ancient language could be seen running between them.    \n\n--\n---\n\n>  \n> Figure A\n\n> \n> Figure B\n\n> \n> Figure C\n\n\n\n------\n\n--\n\n---\nBeautiful home, Hadrien remarked. \n\nI dont live here, Vorvadoss chuckled, leading Hadrien and The Hare into the hall. \n\nThey walked along an aisle to the left of a long dining table that must have been able to seat over 100 wizards, and at least 400 hares. \n\nYou will sit here, Hadrien. And your friend can sit next to you    , Vorvadoss began, Where exactly is your friend?     \n\nHadrien shrugged, Your English is excellent, by the way. Will the other guests be as fluent?     \n\nOh sure! Some of them, at least, not everyone is a talker,     Vorvadoss replied.    \n\nI see,\" said Hadrien, \"Well, Im happy to practice too. Could you tell me more about these carvings and symbols?    \n\n---\n\nVorvadoss spent the next hour passionately re-telling myths of his races culture whilst floating plates of raw fish, seaweed piles, steaming clams, and other unrecognisable dishes of multi-colours and textures settled themselves upon the table."}
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{"id": "b501caa6-0dcf-420f-a402-6fb420f03153-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:19.041", "backgroundColor": "#3D2B37", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBH5q68qUmjZFuYs3Yer9YLzTsr9ronkMoupUC9U5cqZ", "txHash": "0xd331a1ffc0d384e69cd3dfbddda81f22dd0f0b4b8c85ef338ccdc5da9aa7f76b", "createdAtBlock": 14038905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7977, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSsouFv5D74GfugpxdN9axhfFfS54YBZ1j33y3JL2Pj7", "name": "Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics", "text": "# That Time I Met Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics\n\n \n\nI slowly crept closer to the campfire I saw glimmering through the reeds. I heard several voices, joking and cursing good-naturedly as they shared a meal. I kept low, like Grandpa taught me.\n\n\nGood chicken, this, said a scruffy man in leather armor. Told you these parts had good fowl. He took a big bite out of a leg.\n\n\nYeah, but otherwise it werent that good of a haul, grumbled a kobold sitting nearby. I was promised gems and treasures! But that was just yer average village, nuttin special about it!\n\n\nCome on Pipsy, youve gotten that fine axe there, thats something! A bearded man with an eye patch said. That things probably chopped wood for many a warm fire!\n\n\nI felt a hot tear forming at the corner of my eye. I knew that axe - I had used it, and my pa and grandpa before me. It didnt belong to them."}
{"id": "b501caa6-0dcf-420f-a402-6fb420f03153-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:19.041", "backgroundColor": "#3D2B37", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBH5q68qUmjZFuYs3Yer9YLzTsr9ronkMoupUC9U5cqZ", "txHash": "0xd331a1ffc0d384e69cd3dfbddda81f22dd0f0b4b8c85ef338ccdc5da9aa7f76b", "createdAtBlock": 14038905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7977, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSsouFv5D74GfugpxdN9axhfFfS54YBZ1j33y3JL2Pj7", "name": "Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics", "text": "I dont need no stinkin axe, Pipsy was complaining. Sticks and stones is enough to break dem bones, I always say! The other bandits chuckled at their fellows complaints as I crept into position. The fires that they started, that had taken everything from me had not yet died away, and they were laughing? I knew I had to do something, even alone. Grandpa always said I had a warriors spirit, and now I could feel what he meant. I couldnt walk away from this. I took my hunting bow from my back and slowly, quietly notched an arrow. I tried to calm my breathing and empty my mind. I counted 5, 10, 15 of them. I needed to take down as many as I could before they got to me. But before I could draw, I noticed a solitary figure approaching the bandits campfire. \n\n\nThe scruffy leather-clad man spotted her first. Hey, who goes there? Oh, its a lady! So, you come here often? he smirked at his pals as a few snickered.\n\n\nThe womans face was shrouded by a hood, but she pushed it back as she approached the fire, revealing a stern and serious expression. I immediately noticed that she had a large scythe strapped to her back. But she didnt look like any farmer Id ever met. The more observant of the bandits noticed too and immediately looked more alert than they had been moments earlier.\n\n\nGood evening, she said. I dont wish to take much of your time, but I had some questions for you all. Ive come quite a long way to find you, so I request your cooperation despite the late hour.\n\n\nYou talk pretty nice, lady, Pipsy said. What you want with the likes o us?"}
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{"id": "b501caa6-0dcf-420f-a402-6fb420f03153-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:19.041", "backgroundColor": "#3D2B37", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBH5q68qUmjZFuYs3Yer9YLzTsr9ronkMoupUC9U5cqZ", "txHash": "0xd331a1ffc0d384e69cd3dfbddda81f22dd0f0b4b8c85ef338ccdc5da9aa7f76b", "createdAtBlock": 14038905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7977, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSsouFv5D74GfugpxdN9axhfFfS54YBZ1j33y3JL2Pj7", "name": "Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics", "text": "Most of the group quickly wielded their assorted knives, clubs and axes and fanned out around Beyna. She hadnt moved from where she had dispatched Pipsy. But my eyes widened as a sort of dark shimmering appeared in the air around her. And then, swear to Dotta, she multiplied! From one form emerged many, each indistinguishable from the next and surrounded by that dark aura.\n\n\nShes a witch! shouted Scruffy, terror showing in his voice.\n\n\nIts an illusion, Eyepatch said. Just attack them all and well take her out! Forward! the men shouted and rushed toward the squad of Beynas.\n\n\nRustling nearby brought me back to my immediate surroundings. The events had distracted me from the fact that Eyepatch had sent men after me too! Before I could move, they emerged from the reeds a few feet away and saw me with my bow. With a wordless shout, they ran at me, and I knew that they would not hold back. I had seen it first-hand.\n\n\nBefore their blades reached me, an otherworldly screech rang out behind me. The mens eyes shifted above my head and focused on something behind me. Their faces contorted with horror and they froze in place. After a few moments, I realized that they would never move againthey had turned to stone!\n\n\nA hulking creature flew above me and toward the campfire. As it landed beside Beyna, I realized that her copies had vanished. And the bandits, werestill there, in a sense. But they wouldnt be bothering any other villages again.\n\n\nWell done, Anzu, Beyna said, stroking the creatures head. As far as I could tell, it was a chicken-dragon. I noticed it kept its eyes closed as it enjoyed the pats."}
{"id": "b501caa6-0dcf-420f-a402-6fb420f03153-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:19.041", "backgroundColor": "#3D2B37", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBH5q68qUmjZFuYs3Yer9YLzTsr9ronkMoupUC9U5cqZ", "txHash": "0xd331a1ffc0d384e69cd3dfbddda81f22dd0f0b4b8c85ef338ccdc5da9aa7f76b", "createdAtBlock": 14038905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7977, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSsouFv5D74GfugpxdN9axhfFfS54YBZ1j33y3JL2Pj7", "name": "Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics", "text": "Beyna started to walk around and examine the bodies around her. You there, come over here, Beyna said, glancing over at me. I decided to comply - I sensed that I couldnt escape her if I tried. \n\n\nThese arent actually Miyos Boys, Beyna said to herself as I approached. This one has a tattoo of the Rune of Cinnabar, she said, pointing to the black circle and double-cross symbol on Eyepatchs arm. He likely used the Boys name and sigil to recruit the others, but actual Boys are branded by Miyo directly.\n\n\nShe picked up Grandpas axe and handed it to me. I believe this belongs to you.\n\n\nWait, how did you know-\n\n\nI saw how you reacted when that kobold mentioned the axe. You didnt mean to loose that arrow. \n\n\nAs I took the axe in my hands, my knees gave out as the events of that day caught up to me. Theyre all gone sobs shook me uncontrollably. \n\n\nThrough my tears, I saw Beyna watching me. A thin trickle of blood was coming out of her nose, although it seemed the bandits hadnt laid a finger on her. She ignored it. \n\n\nAye, your loss today was great. We cant bring them back, and revenge is done. All you can do is honor them. Live how they would have wanted.\n\n\nI cantIve got nothing. This village is all Ive known. Im done."}
{"id": "b501caa6-0dcf-420f-a402-6fb420f03153-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:19.041", "backgroundColor": "#3D2B37", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBH5q68qUmjZFuYs3Yer9YLzTsr9ronkMoupUC9U5cqZ", "txHash": "0xd331a1ffc0d384e69cd3dfbddda81f22dd0f0b4b8c85ef338ccdc5da9aa7f76b", "createdAtBlock": 14038905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7977, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPSsouFv5D74GfugpxdN9axhfFfS54YBZ1j33y3JL2Pj7", "name": "Chaos Mage Beyna of the Gnostics", "text": "I cantIve got nothing. This village is all Ive known. Im done.\n\n\nA cloth bag clinked to the ground beside me. Well, only you can be the judge of that, she said. This lot didnt have much in the way of coin, but you might secure some camping supplies and sundries from among them. And you can have that gold to help you get to the Bastion. Its not far from here, just take the market road north. Theyll take you in.\n\n\nI looked dully at the bag of coins. I cant take your money, youve already done so much\n\n\nBeyna took out a silk handkerchief and delicately wiped the blood from her face. Well then, sell me something. Surely theres some small knick-knack or memento you carry around.\n\n\nI sniffed as I remembered the carving. I got it out of my pocket. I carved this last year. I thought it would be my good luck charm, but thats obviously not true.\n\n\nShe took the carving and examined the small horse I had crafted. This will do. She unfastened a pocket on the inside of her hooded robe and dropped it inside. By the way it sounded as it settled, I could tell there were other small objects in there but couldnt imagine the wheres and whys of such a collection."}
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{"id": "486afbe5-45e9-4d4a-a891-74c10478ba2b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:35.174", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSYuk9EHcvKii3aEVfVPgWeq9GYd2KAr9HZ6niWZjxSpm", "txHash": "0x3b9d718c1b357c17da95f2a21ded3b71c2d2c1c705cc5acfdc4d97d219b84fd2", "createdAtBlock": 14041138, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9938, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charmer Sonja of the Moors", "text": "# The Lore of Charmer Sonja of the Moors\n\nThe Potion Mistress Entry 1:\n\nSonja rolled out of her loft and climbed down into her workspace. She made a beeline to her workspace to check on several experiments she was running. Sonja had just been offered to conduct her research at facility twice the size of her house, but it was one wizard hour of travel time roundtrip! She liked her place being near the heart of The Fey. Being close to the City Tree meant that she could easily get food and supplies. She loved to be able to wander the markets around the City Tree. Although the hustle and bustle of the markets were loud, she could easily block out the noise and found it strangely effective in helping to think through problems. She had also come across rare specimens from travelers and traders passing through on more than one occasion. Travel time is such a waste! The space will have been nice. The promised of new tech. I can probably do better! Sonja thought to herself.\n\nSonja checked on her first experiment setup. Witch Rita aka Greenhands (FRWC #8543) brought a newly discovered plant she found from the Hedge Wizard Woods. It seemed to have healing medicinal properties and Rita asked Sonja to identify which part of the plant held its medicinal property, extract and distill it to determine how effective it could be. Sonja started with ten different samples from the plant and employed a range of techniques to isolate its healing properties. The most common parts of a plant that yield healing properties are its leaves or sap normally. Interestingly, the root sample of this plant has been showing the highest healing value thus far. She noted her observations this morning her Experimental Notebook under the title Still Unnamed Plant. Lots more to come from this plant."}
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{"id": "26015641-5961-43e0-b811-413a5d6de035-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:37.255", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd1xyutCUktew9yAHYJu7qYi7B4XgAo6VgGx88fDBYSj5", "txHash": "0x3382cdab87134a9a71356d6f7b631bd2f223af86536aef092c5fc707389d437d", "createdAtBlock": 14042893, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 762, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Holy Monk Aldo of the Tower", "text": "# The Lore of Holy Monk Aldo of the Tower\n\nAldo of the Tower was previously known as Aldo of the Wall.  Then he went on a great quest to discover the meaning of Wisdom.  This is what he learned from that journey...\n\n\"Wisdom is the highest form of knowledge. It is based on certain mystical ideas, known to people as Vedic knowledge. It is the ability of one to learn by reason of experience rather than through reflection or observation. Wisdom is also one of the oldest forms of enlightenment.  \n\nWisdom is known in many parts of the world in different forms. Some are associated with a higher level of mental health, others with enlightenment.  \n\nWisdom can be expressed as the ability to see past thoughts. In the following, we have a list of all the forms that can be expressed as wisdom, or as one of the attributes of wisdom called knowledge.  \n\nThe three aspects of Wisdom are:  \n\n1) Wisdom is the ability to see past emotions.  \n\n2) Wisdom is the ability to see past emotions.  \n\n3) Wisdom is the ability to see past emotions.  \n\nThe nature of this knowledge is that it is passed down from father to son and is expressed in its pure form, its most subtle and subtle aspects.  \n\nThere are two general types or styles of wisdom:  \n\nOne is absolute for the greater sense of power.  \n\nThe other form is relative for the greater sense of power.  \n\nThe exact meaning for this absolute type is the knowledge one gains when one attains the Absolute Knowledge of the Way.\""}
{"id": "6d49d22a-0e1c-4751-9391-3ee9b2db7605-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:38.8", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmap2QjHXUP3Cqa8YZSgxxXPMYkYhXDchpuY1qHKx2QBQS", "txHash": "0x741015ee4df957bc37c7ee0bb45698dbfa56eba648264b0e8f19406701aaf7de", "createdAtBlock": 14042945, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5504, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charmer Bathsheba of the Bastion", "text": "# The Lore of Charmer Bathsheba of the Bastion\n\nBathsheba is a passionate game designer, currently working on Damp Dungeon.\n\nA description of the game world is given here.  \n\nThe game world and various areas within it are located within the confines of a vast, subterranean room (or space) known as the Damp Dungeon. \n\nThere are nine different sections of the dungeon.  \n\nThere are two major differences between how certain parts of the game work. As a rule of thumb many aspects of Damp Dungeon are very different depending on the game system being presented.  \n\nThe first is the fact that Damp Dungeon is primarily a dungeon crawl where the game is given a few brief objectives in the order in which they are presented. Each section of the game explores specific areas or objects, often giving additional objectives of their own. \n\nThe other difference between Damp Dungeon and other D&D's is that Damp Dungeon takes place in a room with an extremely high level of player interaction and a very heavy focus on combat and loot. This is the same system the DM uses to introduce new rules and new types of classes.  \n\nThe second difference is that if the first section were to start out from scratch there is a very strong emphasis paid to completing new encounters, rather than building from the ground up. An area that isn't used to the point that it needs to be explored will probably be replaced by other areas that aren't used."}
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{"id": "9b339ac2-240e-4f90-99ab-c7df4df4d179-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:49.023", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSvCLiKs74U3s1nQK6HegQe611smovsjboSzU1U5FJ346", "txHash": "0x2c6e713d602732fe3fc45cf2609d91757ab8efe73bab0ea4165bdb80a1f042e1", "createdAtBlock": 14047820, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3730, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diviner Pezo of the Dunes", "text": "# Diviner Pezo of the Dunes\n\n## Prologue\n\n> _This collection of scientific experiments are intended as a starting point for those as committed as I to unravel the mysteries of the phenomenon most Wizards have come to take for granted._\n>  \n> _The Familiar Bond has been studied, at length I may add, by scholars, alchemists and thaumaturges alike, and yet the nature of this elusive sacrament remains largely a mystery even in this modern age. Ancient relics and tomes, now well protected and jealously guarded by the Blues, seem as varied as they are confounding, and should you be dedicated to study these papers in depth you certainly will gain valuable insights - though I fear, as seems with most knowledge, as the final page is turned you may find that the more you know the less you understand._\n>  \n> _However, one thing unifies all theorizing on the nature of the Bond; once forged, only death may break it - though some conjecture wound indicate that even then the connection remains - and both Familiar and Wizard must enter the bond willingly._\n>  \n> _I have found obscure references to a Bond being transferred, but at this point I have concluded it mere fantasy._  \n>  \n>  \n> Foreword: The Nature of the Familiar Bond  \n> _Anonymous Scholar_\n\n\nWaking before dawn had its advantages, in addition to the obvious disadvantages of a heavy head, sore back and watery eyes. This early the sky, barely showing a hint of purple, had yet to banish the night and reveal the unrelenting heat form its ever-burning eye - the sands blessedly cool underfoot, the air crisp and refreshing. Trodding along toward the well, Pezo allowed himself a moment to enjoy the calm and tranquility, an illusion he knew would quickly enough be dispelled by bickering and boughts of laughter in equal measure."}
{"id": "9b339ac2-240e-4f90-99ab-c7df4df4d179-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:49.023", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSvCLiKs74U3s1nQK6HegQe611smovsjboSzU1U5FJ346", "txHash": "0x2c6e713d602732fe3fc45cf2609d91757ab8efe73bab0ea4165bdb80a1f042e1", "createdAtBlock": 14047820, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3730, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Diviner Pezo of the Dunes", "text": "It's not that he didn't love his three sisters, he dearly did. They were simply much more cunning and had the unnerving tendency to somehow always get the better of him, outmanouvering him at every turn. Then, as happened every morning when his mother's shouting began, it was squarely directed his way. But Pezo, the only man of the house, had gladly accepted the role of peacemaker and defuser, nimbly navigating the tumultuous currents of sibling rivaly and womanly guiles - weaving the unwilling threads of his volatile family into a harmonious taperstry.\n\nLowering the bucket into the damp darkness below, he again heard the soft sound of wings furling and feathers settling. The unusual fledgeling had suddenly appeared a fortnight ago, and had since ufailingly joined him on his morning ritual - perched quietly in the palm tree above him. Initially he had been affronted and unwilling to share these fleeting and intimate moments of calm, and had done his best to scare the intruder away. However, the large owl would simply tilt its head questioningly and stare down at him with those enormous luminescent eyes. Grudgingly he had come to accept its presence, those feelings of privacy invaded instead stirring up a deep sensation of companionship and familiarity. \n\nNot to mention the fact that the strange raptor, very much like himself, was entirely out of its element - indeed an oddity out here in the unforgivingly dry desert. He knew that other Imps existed, of course they did, far away in the forests to the north, however Pezo had never laid eyes on anyone outside of his own family with the same verdant skin, wide mouth and horned skull. _We don't really belong out here_, the thought to himself as he studied his reflection in the bucket slowly being raised up to bring the ladle to his parched lips."}
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{"id": "8860f5ed-534c-4f83-8501-921c8a58b7ca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:49.868", "backgroundColor": "#8d73c2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfVU1kDds5ETU4ycw5yFcMgsRe4aXUL8CSW93cF6SJw2G", "txHash": "0xf10204e81cb803182ad39859d46e5ab8953696d472392e721ebf001c2a012d03", "createdAtBlock": 14048195, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Evoker Jerret of the River", "text": "# The Lore of Evoker Jerret of the River\n\nSearching for purpose, this may never end"}
{"id": "c084eece-f110-42d6-8215-13b3cccaffe3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:05.538", "backgroundColor": "#560400", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmestoM9yCH2wN8UWDAMn4VdVq3XG1H5Ja5kvSsWLh4q4i", "txHash": "0x4f143922cfb4512651c5f29d0f52c9311a220715852413094377742e32fd9ba7", "createdAtBlock": 14791433, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4313, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Keiko Protector of the Tower", "text": "# Keiko Protector of the Tower \n  \nTreasures lie in the Tower of the Sun.The closest place to the sun in the world of Forgotten Runes is the Tower of the Sun.\n\nKeiko is the guardian deity of the Tower of the Sun.\nBecause of its proximity to the sun, the temperature is as high as 6,000 degrees Celsius.\nTo protect the Tower of the Sun, one must wear red equipment.\nRed equipment absorbs the heat of the sun and gives power to those who equip it.\nWhen Keiko puts on the red equipment, she shows the power of an ogre, and she can defeat enemies who try to steal her treasures.\nKeiko's jaguar has red fur because it is adapted to the sun.\n\nKeiko actually hates sunburn.\nSometimes she hides her skin with a shield.\n\nKeiko protects the Tower of the Sun today."}
{"id": "3795b7de-f310-493c-a07f-68e4d94d0b87-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:17.513", "backgroundColor": "#eae4e4", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT4agRZvo45BgWnkGEQw81uxsBh3ST1NM8SrwdjHUEnfm", "txHash": "0xf9034603f5e6867c8c40fa9886270004cb23bb25d5494add6699af657e2e5e0b", "createdAtBlock": 14103762, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "# III\n\n# The Fallingway\n\nGripping his hat against the wind Milton gazed at the distant tree line, a swathe of dark green stirring under the deepening sky and the granite lake glinting from between the pine boles. He made his way towards the lake across a field of short grasses and pale flowers that bent under the gale. Coming near upon the tree line he stopped. The hooded figure stood motionless under the swaying eaves of the great dark pines that gathered on the lakeshore. Buffeted as he was by the squall coming in off the lake the figure remained still, trance-like, as some ancient carved form staring out with stone eyes against the winds of another age. The faint thundering of distant falls filled the pines. Deep grey water chopped in the wind.\n\nUttering a quiet word of command as he approached the figure Miltons staff began to pulse with a golden light. Two depthless blue eyes stared out of the shadowed red shroud and a resonant voice issued forth.\n\nYou will have no need of that, Wizard\n\nNonetheless Milton answered as he planted the staff firmly in front of himself.\n\nWe of the realm are aware of your undertaking and have perhaps guessed of its purpose\n\nIs that so? Milton replied. And what am I to expect from the Dreamers of the lake?\n\nThere are among us some who are not opposed to the task with which we believe you to be attempting. To challenge the sacred firethe consequence of this would be of interest to us.\n\nSo, I will not be hindered?\n\nAt this time indeed not. We can offer aid. Here in this place, as you know, resides such a being as you seek.\n\nYes. My divination led me here. I shall find it in the lake. Milton replied with slight impatience."}
{"id": "3795b7de-f310-493c-a07f-68e4d94d0b87-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:17.513", "backgroundColor": "#eae4e4", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT4agRZvo45BgWnkGEQw81uxsBh3ST1NM8SrwdjHUEnfm", "txHash": "0xf9034603f5e6867c8c40fa9886270004cb23bb25d5494add6699af657e2e5e0b", "createdAtBlock": 14103762, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "Not so the figure intoned What you seek resides beyond the cascading waters. You must take the Fallingway.\n\n                                                               \\*\\*\\*\n\nMilton stood staring up at the vast roaring sheets of water as they fell, foaming white against the dark slate of wet stone that rose to a mountainous peak enveloped in mist. Following the path revealed to him by the dark figure he came upon a narrow continuous outcropping that appeared to run directly into the base of the falls. Edging slowly along the slick rock path towards the thundering falls Milton pondered more than once if this was not some ploy by that hooded figure to leave him crushed and lifeless there among the boulders and raging waters. But just as it seemed that the pounding crash of the falls would block his way the path turned sharply inward and continued along behind the violent impenetrable wall of water.\n\nAn arched tunnel spread darkly before him and the booming echo from the falls receded into the silent darkness like some last utterance of a soon to be lost world. Illuminated by the light of his staff the walls revealed their runic surfaces aglow in deep amber. Milton traced the inscribed runes with his finger, their jagged lines bitten deep into the stone and reverberant with a subtle force wholly unknown to him. He continued deeper into the tunnel encircled by the dim glow from his staff, his footsteps falling on the very edge of that illumined perimeter. As he went on, a distinct chill pervaded the narrow space. The air grew sharper and the stone walls radiated a barrow-like cold."}
{"id": "3795b7de-f310-493c-a07f-68e4d94d0b87-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:17.513", "backgroundColor": "#eae4e4", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT4agRZvo45BgWnkGEQw81uxsBh3ST1NM8SrwdjHUEnfm", "txHash": "0xf9034603f5e6867c8c40fa9886270004cb23bb25d5494add6699af657e2e5e0b", "createdAtBlock": 14103762, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "As Milton continued the tunnel began to widen, the darkened stone walls retreating further into pitch black space and almost at once Milton perceived that he was within a vast cavern whose boundaries were lost to him and unseen. Slowly the light of his staff began to falter, a last mote of golden light dimming away on the shores of a measureless dark. Milton gave a loud word of command yet the light of his staff drained away to nothingness and he was left in a darkness absolute and implacable. He shifted warily on his feet with his staff still held aloft for all its purposelessness. There was no sound save for the close rustlings of his cloak as he turned again and yet again to attempt any vantage in that utter dark. The way back was as lost to him as any possible way forward.\n\nSlowly from out of the surrounding obscurity a frail glow was congealing, taking on an indistinct form of silvered light that wavered barely perceptible in front of Milton. Squinting he moved to take a step toward the light but was suddenly halted by a staggering presence within his mind.\nWordlessly Milton was filled with the notion of a great threat, flashes of an ancient pain and of a timeless entrapment arose sharply and then gradually dissipated leaving only a leaden sense of despair.\n\nHeld fast by these unbidden forebodings Milton struggled to move, with great effort he managed to reach within his cloak and grasp one of the binding crystals concealed there. As Miltons fingers wrapped around the hard crystalline surface a brilliant clarity sheared the intruding presence from his mind. The task with which he had set himself and the return beyond hope that he sought now filled his mind, briefly freeing him from the moribund influence of that belighted incarnation."}
{"id": "3795b7de-f310-493c-a07f-68e4d94d0b87-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:17.513", "backgroundColor": "#eae4e4", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT4agRZvo45BgWnkGEQw81uxsBh3ST1NM8SrwdjHUEnfm", "txHash": "0xf9034603f5e6867c8c40fa9886270004cb23bb25d5494add6699af657e2e5e0b", "createdAtBlock": 14103762, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9686, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Milton of Atlantis", "text": "In those vast surrounds Milton stood with the crystal in his palm glinting softly in the light of the shimmering spectre that floated before him. He felt once more the intrusion of the presence seep into his mind, yet instead of threatening pain Milton felt a questioning sense roam his thoughts and perhaps buried under countless dark ages a meagre, ever faint glimmer of hope. Milton pondered this momentarily and then bent and placed the crystal on the dark stone floor where it lay like some sacred offering gleaming in the ghostlight between wizard and apparition. A timidness flitted briefly through Miltons mind and then slowly he felt himself suffused with a sense of deep acceptance. Floating forward the spectre halted, lingering above the crystal. As Milton watched grains of light began to fall delicately from the hovering spectre onto the crystal below, as if within that deep cavern in the silent darkness there fell a gentle moonlit rain.\n\nYellow light blazed forth from Miltons staff as the last silver ember drifted down onto the crystal and was absorbed therein. He stooped to grasp the crystal and stood with it in his palm, gazing at it as it glowed with a seemingly benevolent inner luminance. By the light of his staff Milton made his way back through the dark tunnels until he could hear the thundering of the waters and he passed again through the Fallingway."}
{"id": "a3d2ad44-78ea-4598-874e-78f80e9fda4e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:56.151", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTVW5Na92C4oqzSZ7pY5eF1u67fkpXwV3KQ8sPpKG28f5", "txHash": "0x59318258faf351268c7f8f628b991672859104d3e6602c9528a91ac69fc4d166", "createdAtBlock": 14049922, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2787, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaded Spectre Layla of the Shaded Shores", "text": "## Stepping through the rift\n\nLayla was meek, mild, morose. She lacked any form of gumption or ability. In a world where potential was unlimited she decided that ambivalence was her primary focus. Despicable. \n\nThe flame changed everything.\n\nLayla now saw the world through different eyes, actual eyes. The Shaded Shores were not without their challenges, it was a hellish place, but a spirit residing there gained a level of resolve that most people could not comprehend. \n\nThe spectral landscape was permanent twilight, an eerie glow cast upon the ephemeral landscape. It was a barren wasteland with its inhabitants unable to properly affect the world around them. The best they could do was haunt each other torturing another soul was about as much entertainment as a shaded spectre could manage.\n\nEntering the realm of the living was something Layla had dreamed about, escaping the never-ending purgatory. When the first burning happened you could feel the rift between the worlds, there was no way Layla was missing that, she transitioned into the realm of the living and was amazed.\n\nNothing she had imagined compared the vibrancy of reality. All of the colours were brighter than possible, the sounds of birds and the wind across the land, almost deafening, and the smell, well the smell of burning flesh was just delicious.\n\nWatching those first people step willingly into the flame was confusing, why would anyone want to forgo the riches of this world? That was when she felt it, there were other souls here coercing, enticing people into the flames and when they stepped into it, they were born again their spectral forms made whole. She must have it."}
{"id": "a3d2ad44-78ea-4598-874e-78f80e9fda4e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:56.151", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTVW5Na92C4oqzSZ7pY5eF1u67fkpXwV3KQ8sPpKG28f5", "txHash": "0x59318258faf351268c7f8f628b991672859104d3e6602c9528a91ac69fc4d166", "createdAtBlock": 14049922, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2787, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaded Spectre Layla of the Shaded Shores", "text": "There was a pull that Layla had never felt before, dragging her, so she let it take her, out of this tall tower she flew, still ethereal in form, across green plains, mountains and into the arid desert. A small cluster of tents and a woman sat alone crying. \n\nShe was pathetic, why was she crying what could possibly make someone cry? The thought of it was abhorrent. \n\nIm not pathetic, there are loads of reasons to cry, I hate this place, I dont want magic, I dont want any of it anymore\n\nIt now dawned on the spectre, the reason she pulled here, was this thing really her. There were people here that could be led to the flame, to open the gates. The @wizard9999 would love this."}
{"id": "9e4ad2c8-2e95-4a82-935e-53c988747b59-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.062", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSfdgdPVk32hg9ggcUrM6cG6uQnQNBZKbMb2cuL2oXVu", "txHash": "0x8df0243b17d6df261bd6abe561f3bbdade696266759de49bfb2a42c067ec9c6b", "createdAtBlock": 14056651, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3963, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud", "text": "# The Lore of Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud\n\nAt first, it burned me, it hurt me.\n\nFor  many  years  my  master  told  me  that  power  was  it  all.  I  saw  him  caressing  that  little  flame trapped  in  the  sphere  like  a  mother  caressing  her  child.  When  he  went  to bed he  took the  sphere  to his  room and lay with it.\n\nIt hurt me.\n\nHe  was  like  a  father  to  me,  my  real  parents  died  after  some  accident  that  I  dont  remember. He  took  care  of  me,  fed  me,  and  taught  me  magic.  But  every  day  he  looked  at  the  if was another  child.\n\nAt  first,  I  was  curious  about  it,  then  I  started  to  feel  some  jealousy."}
{"id": "9e4ad2c8-2e95-4a82-935e-53c988747b59-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.062", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSfdgdPVk32hg9ggcUrM6cG6uQnQNBZKbMb2cuL2oXVu", "txHash": "0x8df0243b17d6df261bd6abe561f3bbdade696266759de49bfb2a42c067ec9c6b", "createdAtBlock": 14056651, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3963, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud", "text": "My  master,  no,  my  father was  taking  care  of  that  thing  more  than  me,  as  I  grew  older,  he  stopped  caring  about  me,  my lessons,  and  even  feeding  me.  I  learne d  to  do  things  on  my  own,  in  a  sense  that  was  a  blessing since  I  was selfsufficient before  I  was 18, but  a  kid needs love  and  attention. What is so special about that fire?  I  asked him  once  when we  were  eating, my plate with  a lot  more  food, he  was starting to eat lesser  and lesser. Why do you  care  about it so much? You  dont  understand,  he  said  without  taking  his  eyes  off  it.  I  do  not  care  what  makes  it special right now,  I  care  what it can be  in the  right  hands That was the last time  we  talk about it."}
{"id": "9e4ad2c8-2e95-4a82-935e-53c988747b59-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.062", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSfdgdPVk32hg9ggcUrM6cG6uQnQNBZKbMb2cuL2oXVu", "txHash": "0x8df0243b17d6df261bd6abe561f3bbdade696266759de49bfb2a42c067ec9c6b", "createdAtBlock": 14056651, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3963, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud", "text": "His  words  haunted  my  dreams  night  after  night.  I  wanted  to  find  a  meaning  to  what  he  said, the  potential  that  the  fire  had  alluded  to  me.  Was  it  that  powerful?  Could  a  wizard  control that kind of power?  And  what will he become if  he  did it? That  night I  took  the  fire  while  he  was  asleep.  I  grabbed  the  sphere  and  stare  into  the  green fire.  It  looked  at  me,  like  an  eye.  I  saw  colors,  images,  creatures,  all  within  the  dancing  of  the flames.  I  felt  its power.\n\nI  dropped  the  sphere;  it  was  too  much  for  me.  \n\nIt on my body It burned me.  It hurt me.\n\nMy master  woke  up  and look at me. Fool! What have  you done?! \n\nThe  crystal  shattered  at  my  feet.  \n\nThe  fire  spread Master!  Help me!  I  screamed as the  fire  engulfed, melting my skin."}
{"id": "9e4ad2c8-2e95-4a82-935e-53c988747b59-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.062", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSfdgdPVk32hg9ggcUrM6cG6uQnQNBZKbMb2cuL2oXVu", "txHash": "0x8df0243b17d6df261bd6abe561f3bbdade696266759de49bfb2a42c067ec9c6b", "createdAtBlock": 14056651, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3963, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ectoplasmic Spectre Amir of the Death Cloud", "text": "That was my  power!  he  shouted That was supposed to be mine! Rage  boiled  inside  me,  raising  even  from  the  pain  I  was  experiencing.  Even  when  I  was burning  to  death,  he  cared  more  about  the  fire  than  me,  he  only  cared  about  the  power  it  could give him. A symbol  appeared in front of me, a I  raised my hand  and drew the  rune.  transparent, floating in the  air.  Enduring the pain, \n\nNo!  Stop it!  he  yelled  as he  raised his hands to stop me.\n\n But  it  was  too  late.  The  symbol  appeared  between  us  and  the  pain  stopped. \n\n I  felt  all  the  fire in  my  body  raised  to  my  shoulders  and  then  to  my  head.  All  the  images  I  saw,  all  the knowledge  of  the  fire  poured  into  my  head.  My  master  saw  me  with  a  combination  of  fear and jealousy. \n\nNono \n\nDo you want it?  I said,  noticing that my voice  changed \n\nYou  can have It\" I  opened my hand  and my master  was now  engulfed in fire."}
{"id": "287c0bd4-33f2-4ee7-9a87-b7d752fd86fa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.912", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTRyFRADkgv8uDr4CGWBkkwYg1HwLrtDR2Hb3xD2s6WkJ", "txHash": "0x00a2510604962375699385996c604eae2969648c76c3c39cc81ae1f72421223a", "createdAtBlock": 14057093, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6006, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lewd Revenant Hagar of Goblin town", "text": "# The Lore of Lewd Revenant Hagar of Goblin town\n\nHagar was just a run-of-the-mill pervert who terrorized the town's women with his Peeping Tom antics until one day he pissed off the wrong noblewoman's husband and found himself on the receiving end of the beating of his life. That wasn't what killed him though, he broke his neck when he fell off the stretcher on the way to the local hospital. But Hagar was a survivor, he still wasn't dead...not even when he contracted smallpox at the hospital while receiving treatment for his injuries...he actually recovered from all those mishaps, and in gratitude to the divine above, vowed to abandon his lecherous ways. He got his act together, read a book about how to be a proper gentleman, started courting a fine lass he met down at the tavern...then he contracted syphilis from her and died.\n\nNow he runs around as an undead revenant bedecked in nothing but a loincloth with a flaming toad for a companion (rumor has it the toad will turn into a prince if someone kissed him, but to date no one has dared). Oh, and he's still obsessed with women. He knows magic now, and it amazes him how one well-placed Invisibility spell can elevate his voyeuristic escapades to levels far beyond what he was capable of back when he was still alive. Hagar has truly upped his game...no longer confined to one small village, he now lives in infamy as the terror of all nubile dames and damsels in the Forgotten Runes. He also no longer fears beatings from wrathful husbands because these tend to run screaming in the other direction as soon as they glimpse his skeletal visage."}
{"id": "287c0bd4-33f2-4ee7-9a87-b7d752fd86fa-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:18:57.912", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTRyFRADkgv8uDr4CGWBkkwYg1HwLrtDR2Hb3xD2s6WkJ", "txHash": "0x00a2510604962375699385996c604eae2969648c76c3c39cc81ae1f72421223a", "createdAtBlock": 14057093, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6006, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lewd Revenant Hagar of Goblin town", "text": "But deep down, Hagar is still a romantic at heart and his greatest desire is to one day find himself a nice lady who accepts him despite all his personality deficits and settle down with her. House in the suburbs of Goblin Town, white picket fence, a few ghoulish children running around, maybe an undead cat...the whole shebang. He is stockpiling gold coins with the goal of amassing enough funds to hire the most famous matchmaker in all the lands to help him find his dream woman. In the meantime, there are lots of buxom babes in the Runiverse who need to be ogled, and no one is better at ogling than Lewd Revenant Hagar."}
{"id": "4ac6168e-8282-4bf5-a4fc-9a2d986d50cf-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:36.579", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW1y4vM6cAnsy38Px825yaHdQr6NKXYdsdHtQx5vhwePY", "txHash": "0x5aedde75831f256329b94eaa9eddd7501bf717c82e0ebbd310024843a07f248e", "createdAtBlock": 14057097, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9316, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wraith Knight Oberon of the Chasm", "text": "# The Lore of Wraith Knight Oberon of the Chasm\n\nWraith Knight Oberon was an optometrist in his mortal life. He's always loved and been fascinated by eyeballs since a very young age, and as an eye doctor, pioneered a magical eye treatment that used a low-intensity laser spell to cure myopia. The theory was sound, he was certain it would work, but the FRMA (Forgotten Runes Medical Association) rejected his application to initiate clinical trials of his procedure, citing safety concerns. Confident that his treatment would finally rid the Runiverse of unwieldy spectacles for good, but unable to obtain study subjects, Oberon decided to experiment on himself to show the naysayers that his procedure was both safe and efficacious. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the strength of the laser spell, and the resulting laser beam ended up shearing straight through his eye and into his brain, killing him instantly.\n\nAs a Wraith Knight, Oberon is still dedicated to purging the Forgotten Runes of the curse of nearsightedness, but now he's doing it by seeking out and murdering Runesfolk who wear glasses. At least no one can say he's not dedicated to his profession. Oberon collects the eyeballs of his victims as trophies, and especially likes the rare ones, which he ranks according to a trait and statistical rarity percentage chart of his own devising. He even launched his own business, which sells a currency he calls EyeCoin ($EYE) that allows investors to purchase a fractionalized ownership stake to his vault of accumulated eyeballs. Strangely, no one has expressed interest in buying any yet. Perplexed, Oberon hired a marketing firm who advised him to airdrop a few tokens to some of the most influential celebrities in the Runiverse to drum up demand, which he's currently crafting a spell to accomplish."}
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{"id": "776682f1-6a5e-4bac-bc41-f2db4fae227f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:47.952", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcfftJn7p2Djjj3KPXnWDoRuJhygxTrfhF5HgqdfeAnVB", "txHash": "0xf5e055c5e7230332fc07f5dced5b7840baa5a17665f1db6972f138dfdceee7d1", "createdAtBlock": 14058177, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8923, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Sahir of the Keep", "text": "# Arcanist Sahir: an Introduction\n\nGreetings, curious reader! My name is Arcanist Sahir of the Keep. I once held a prestigious position at Big Potion Corp. (BPC). Senior Executive Assistant. The perks were delectable, let alone the hefty paychecks. Believe me, the salaries are even larger than the egos. However, it all went awry when I started speaking up about the compromised ethics of BPC's business practices. What a fool I was.\n\n\nBefore I knew it, I was in my boss's office unsuccessfully trying to look stoic while nervously adjusting my azure vest. *Breathe, Sahir, breathe! Just get through this long-winded lecture on \"profit over all.\" What a slogan.*\n\n\n\"Sahir, didn't the Arcanum of the Sacred Pillars teach you anything?\" inquired the Executive Director in a disinterested tone.\n\n\n\"Why, yes sir. I even made it to Division III Wizardry in the Magical Business Sphere,\" I defended. The Executive Director paid no mind to the reply. The silence began to feed on my anxiety, growing larger with each passing second.\n\n\n\"As of this moment, you are no longer a part of the BPC family. You may clear out your office and leave the premises within the hour, or be escorted out by the kobolds,\" stated the Executive Director with a cold stare. \"In addition, the locks to your company suite will be changed before the start of next week. I suggest you vacate in haste.\"\n\n\nI bit my cheek to prevent a laugh. *What family?* After 4 years at this company, I knew pleading my case to be a futile act. Although stunned, I resolutely marched out of the building, leaving my office and the personal belongings it contained behind."}
{"id": "776682f1-6a5e-4bac-bc41-f2db4fae227f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:16:47.952", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcfftJn7p2Djjj3KPXnWDoRuJhygxTrfhF5HgqdfeAnVB", "txHash": "0xf5e055c5e7230332fc07f5dced5b7840baa5a17665f1db6972f138dfdceee7d1", "createdAtBlock": 14058177, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8923, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Sahir of the Keep", "text": "*Where to now?* With company lodgings restricted, I decided that I should embrace my inner nomadic spirit and simply roam. In truth, that longing for adventure was always there but ever suppressed by a demanding academic path. I made the short trip to my suite, well, former suite, and grabbed only one item: my new travel companion. The ash wood peace staff that was a gift from leading negotiations in an acquisition.\n\n\nI am currently exploring the lands. Well, as far as my savings will take me that is. The only consolation to all of this is that BPC never removed my security clearance to the corporate headquarters! I know it's petty, but I take small joy in periodically returning there to stock up on free snacks from the executive lounge. It's the small things in life.\n\n\n\n\nhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/arcanist-sahir-567921229/"}
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{"id": "aa157958-02ff-4b20-b3ca-472188db4b8e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:40.245", "backgroundColor": "#7f3333", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb66azwtVYb4FzR1Nytta9P9GdwQzVLK6ZqdttEtcEJSw", "txHash": "0x46659e13222d048f0083444dfbe6b8edf23805cf1e3e3ae17fe8c739935d05e6", "createdAtBlock": 14059214, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Lumos of Dreams", "text": "When people hear the word, passion potion they often think this just has to do with romantic feelings, and of course it is possible to brew such a potion, but there are many things in the world to be passionate about. The passion for knowledge, or the passion for truth, or the passion to see justice done for the weak, these are all strong forms of passion.\n\nFor Dwarzgarth the potion would be to aid him in his passion for knowledge about what his dream meant.\n\nHe explained it to me, but until Id walked the dream with the potion filling my mind I knew it was hopeless to even try and discern its meaning.\n\nBut he insisted so I let him tell it. Dwarsgarth began,\n\nIn my dream I was sitting comfortably in my favorite chair when suddenly there was a noise outside, an indiscernible mummer that grew to a rumble and by the time I arrived at the front door it had built to roar. I watched in amazement as thousands of images flashed before my eyes and suddenly one that resembled me flashed out and struck me. As I was knocked to the floor another image of a strange land passed before my eyes and a voice said, Home For thee, Home For Thine, Home for Thousands. Yet home for the one, thine only one. As I fell I expected to feel my head strike the floor but instead I found myself falling through space and then I realized I was flying, flying over the strange land. And then I awoke.\n\nHe couldnt make sense of any of if it, and so he had sought my services. I am The Lumos of Dreams after all, if I couldnt figure it out no one could."}
{"id": "aa157958-02ff-4b20-b3ca-472188db4b8e-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:40.245", "backgroundColor": "#7f3333", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb66azwtVYb4FzR1Nytta9P9GdwQzVLK6ZqdttEtcEJSw", "txHash": "0x46659e13222d048f0083444dfbe6b8edf23805cf1e3e3ae17fe8c739935d05e6", "createdAtBlock": 14059214, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Lumos of Dreams", "text": "As night fell I entered my chambers and laid full length on my illumination couch. I fixed the image of Dwarzgarth in my mind and drank down the potion. I laid back on the couch and waited for the effects to come, I didnt have to wait long. I was suddenly drawn down a long dark tunnel that quickly began to have wisps and streaks of light passing by. It was like falling into a deep well with dim lights flashing by. But suddenly with an almost cold splash I fully entered the world of dreams. The sense of speed and movement stopped as I was surrounded by a world of lights in every direction. Instead of falling I was floating and the lights began to take shape like soap bubbles of light. If I stopped to look carefully at any particular one I was able to look into it, to look into the dream of the person. But I wasnt here for just any dream, I had fixed my mind on a particular dream, and even though Dwarzgarth wasnt dreaming it right at the moment it didnt matter, in the world of dreams it would still be there, lingering for a long time because it was so powerful a dream.\n\nImmediately upon thinking about it I spied it in the distance. It was brighter, and larger than any other dream I could see, and it pulsed with vibrancy and life. I approached it carefully making sure to not disturb it. I didnt wish to speak to Dwarzgarth in his dreams, though that was possible, I was only here as an observer but with the power of Lumos, the power to reveal the dream and its meaning, at least much of it."}
{"id": "aa157958-02ff-4b20-b3ca-472188db4b8e-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:40.245", "backgroundColor": "#7f3333", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb66azwtVYb4FzR1Nytta9P9GdwQzVLK6ZqdttEtcEJSw", "txHash": "0x46659e13222d048f0083444dfbe6b8edf23805cf1e3e3ae17fe8c739935d05e6", "createdAtBlock": 14059214, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 238, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Lumos of Dreams", "text": "I saw him sitting in his house and knew this to mean he had ceased traveling. Then the noise began outside and I saw it was going to be an act of creation. And at first just a few folks seemed interested and were speaking in a low mummer about it. But as excitement built the crowd increased until there was a great roar at the moment of creation. The images he had seen were images of Wizards, thousands of them, all different, all unique, and all created for one purpose. The one that came out of the collection was of course Dwarzgarth himself, he had been drawn out of his house and cast into this world. As he fell into the world he saw the map of the world and all of the various places he would explore.\n\nThe voice he heard meant the world thus created was for him, for his beloved Mina of the Forest, for their children, and for all the wizards. The one, thine only one was of course his son. A unique and special person of this world. I could sense the dream world wanted to reveal more to me, but this dream had told me all it could.\n\nI awoke to tell Dwarzgarth, The world is yours to explore, it is the place you will find your son, he too inhabits this new land, though how you might find him will require you to have more dreams, perhaps in some future sleep."}
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{"id": "190d8ffd-bb1f-4462-b729-0148d5e53ea2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:42.532", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVaoAnFjHzVjp6RPTfi3qfyhuYc4WfnJiW7cZE2ad1Jh", "txHash": "0x512519766639009324c6b3937f3a15f73539488fd49068c745843c3409fb4ab1", "createdAtBlock": 14061695, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 738, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hestia of the Hall", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Hestia of the Hall\n\nHestia, the third son of the Kings cousin never displayed any interest in the practice of the nobility. Each ball or party, he stayed inside his quarters, his nose deeply buried in his books. Luckily for him, the pressure to marry anyone of wealth or privilege wasnt as big a burden as was with his older brothers, but he was still expected to show a little interest in the intricacies of the court. Unfortunately, he didnt. When Hestia was a young adult rumors started flying around that he was dabbling into the arcane and the mystic arts, something that was forbidden at the court of his father by decree of the King and penalty of Death. No occurrence of strange happenstance could be without Hestia being around and once the well was transformed into a raging fountain of croaking frogs, his father had no other choice than to banish his own son from his realm."}
{"id": "190d8ffd-bb1f-4462-b729-0148d5e53ea2-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:42.532", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVaoAnFjHzVjp6RPTfi3qfyhuYc4WfnJiW7cZE2ad1Jh", "txHash": "0x512519766639009324c6b3937f3a15f73539488fd49068c745843c3409fb4ab1", "createdAtBlock": 14061695, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 738, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hestia of the Hall", "text": "But Hestia had plans of his own. Within the library at his fathers court, deep in the darkest corners of the library, he had found a tome. The work was called _De secretis mysticis: Alchemista vita et opus._ Translated, it was called: about arcane secrets: the life and work of an alchemist. He had been intrigued with the little book, not leaving the library for several days on end. He had learned about the theoretical possibilities of mixing different herbs and plants to create salves that could grant the user great strength, or poison him to the brink of death. He had learned which potions would prolong life, to induce paralysis and even to cure the common cold if he wished. But it was all theory, the book introduced means and methods that werent available in the open, things he hadnt heard from all across the realm. It had been his fortune that his eyes had fallen on the smallest footnote, only visible with a magnifying lense: Find the Halls of the Hallowed and youll find the secrets of Alchemy.\n\nAnd thus, he wasnt disappointed or anxious when he had to leave his fathers court, instead he was determined to find these Halls of the Hallowed. The only problem was that he didnt have a clue if the place even existed or where it could be located. He traveled to harbor towns and grand cities, discussed the theories of drunk men and scholars and finally in a dark neck of the woods, he found the answers he was looking for. Written on an ancient scroll was the location of the Halls of the Hallowed."}
{"id": "190d8ffd-bb1f-4462-b729-0148d5e53ea2-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:42.532", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVaoAnFjHzVjp6RPTfi3qfyhuYc4WfnJiW7cZE2ad1Jh", "txHash": "0x512519766639009324c6b3937f3a15f73539488fd49068c745843c3409fb4ab1", "createdAtBlock": 14061695, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 738, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hestia of the Hall", "text": "The trek towards it was treacherous, filled with passages along ridges on mountains and swamps filled with horrific creatures but finally he stood before the gates granting access to the Halls of the Hallowed. In there, he found what he felt was always missing from his life, like-minded people. There were people there honing their craftsmanship in enchanting weaponry and armor, others were trying to find the solution in the stars or the entrails of animals but most interestingly, there was one other person like him. This man was known as Nyxos, a young one born out of wedlock in a small rural village. He told Hestia that ever since he was born, he didnt receive chance or opportunity and shade was thrown at the\n\nbastard everywhere he went. Hestia felt the inner rage of his friend, not knowing of things to come.\n\nThey were unraveling the very fabric of matter together, experimenting in the laboratories below the Halls. At first, they managed small practices, turning concoctions into valuable potions that would save the life of many, but his friend was enchanted by one illusive craft, turning minerals into pure gold. They had stumbled upon the alchemic formula that was needed but were unable to decipher everything in there. But one unfortunate day, Hestia couldnt sleep, tormented by strange and dark dreams about his friend. He saw that the door of Nyxos room was open, and that his bed hadnt been slept in that night. Hestia started wandering the Halls of the Hallowed and found his friend in the laboratories. Nyxos was dressed in a black rope, fringed with purple thread and working on the strangest experiment he had ever seen."}
{"id": "190d8ffd-bb1f-4462-b729-0148d5e53ea2-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:42.532", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVaoAnFjHzVjp6RPTfi3qfyhuYc4WfnJiW7cZE2ad1Jh", "txHash": "0x512519766639009324c6b3937f3a15f73539488fd49068c745843c3409fb4ab1", "createdAtBlock": 14061695, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 738, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Hestia of the Hall", "text": "Nyxos threw a potion at the ground, and from there Fiends and skeletal warriors rose, and held Hestia captive. Nyxos explained that in order to amass wealth through transformation of minerals, there was one ingredient he needed, the blood of a gifted person. Understanding the implications of what was happening, Hestia managed to drop a smoke bomb he concocted earlier and made his escape. Later he learned that the army of undead Nyxos had created, destroyed the Halls and all its occupants were killed.\n\nNow, the story picks up years later, in a time where Hestia had been hidden from Nyxos eye. Hestia had found ancient secrets, runes and recipes, trying to find a way to stop his former friend and it is only now that he leaves his hideout. He has heard of rumors of a dark lord rising through the ranks of a neighboring country, empowered by an army that seemed like it could not die. The final battle between Hestia and Nyxos will soon commence. A battle between the Alchemist and the Necromancer, a battle that can ultimately decide the fate of the realm."}
{"id": "bd3d7ff8-c716-4c30-9955-52ac9825e432-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:43.182", "backgroundColor": "#232320", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZUrZ2P4dN4mxpBgdF6BdXTfX7qYR7S8P2xtkG65qCLY", "txHash": "0x1cf2e25b9f0b085ad524904ac86699700a75eded15151da0f0ccd457901e6e65", "createdAtBlock": 14063482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5137, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Amir of the Mount", "text": "# 7th Epoch of the Immolation, 36th Moon, 14th Sun\n\n#### Fireside Tribes,\n\nI am Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount.\n\nThe stoking has failed.\n\nSome foul corruption interrupted the sacred rite, seizing many of our order with violent madness.  The remaining sorcerers sealed the Holy Flame within the warded sanctum before retreating through the Labyrinth. As I write in the outer cloister I can hear the raving, cackling demons scratching at the sealed gate, taunting us as they eat the corpses of our brethren.\n\nWe remind you that the brotherhood of the Shining Mount has portaled the Flame to your far flung lands for many centuries.  The icewalkers in Heimburgsgate enjoy transmissions of warmth. The Kooplings below the Rock need not fear the deep dark when the mirror tunnels shine.\n\nThe Flame burns for now, but it begins to flicker.\n\nFor our light and flame, for our duty and ardor, we have tithed the bounties of your blessed lands.  We must ask this time for something more dear.  Send us your bravest souls: the clearest of mind and most inspired of magickers. \n\nAll wizards who can face madness and death must accept this duty!\n\nA darkness is upon us, rending the great flow into forking paths of destiny and doom.  When your descendants hear tales that the Holy flame was once beset by shadow, will they say that you offered yourself as kindling for the stoking?\n\n_Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount_ \n\n## 7th Epoch of the Immolation, 51st Moon, 7th Sun\n\n#### Fireside Tribes,\n\nHave you grown fat on our blessings of light and heat?  Are your sons and daughters so sure of their inheritance?"}
{"id": "bd3d7ff8-c716-4c30-9955-52ac9825e432-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:43.182", "backgroundColor": "#232320", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbZUrZ2P4dN4mxpBgdF6BdXTfX7qYR7S8P2xtkG65qCLY", "txHash": "0x1cf2e25b9f0b085ad524904ac86699700a75eded15151da0f0ccd457901e6e65", "createdAtBlock": 14063482, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5137, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Amir of the Mount", "text": "Few among you have rendered aid to the Shining Mount.  Perhaps you think our Light is no longer needed? That your remote lands can thrive without us?  Shame.\n\nThe brave few who have answered burn brightly:\n\nThe Koopling Hobbs of the Rock [5845] dazzles the maddened ghouls as we reclaim the labyrinth, bloody chamber by bloody chamber.\n\nOberon of the Ice [2473] booms thunder to cow the rambling mad into stunned silence.\n\nThey are young magickers ready to stoke the flame with their very souls.  While they suffer for us all, are you comfy in your roost, anon?\n\n_Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount_ \n\n## 7th Epoch of the Immolation, 69th Moon, Eleventeenth Sun\n\n#### Fireside Tribes,\n\nDespite your reluctance to serve with body, we have received your tithes and used them to hire a professional adventuring company, the Rod and Rabbit, led by the famous Alatar.\n\nThe outer labyrinth is cleared.  We are preparing to assault the inner sanctum where the ghouls work to penetrate at the wards protecting the Sacred Flame.\n\nWe ask for one last token of support: at the eleventh hour on the first night of the 70th Moon, open your portals to their greatest draft, and pour your reserves of bright magicks into the re-kindling.  We do not have enough sorcerer priests to stoke the flame without your help.\n\nFor the good of our lands we must unite in the flame once again.  Open your portals and open your vision to the blazing of the holy light!\n\n_Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount_ \n\n## 7th Epoch of the Immolation, 70th Moon, 5th Sun.\n\n#### Subject Nations of the Shining Mount,"}
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{"id": "49ab6ef4-74f8-452c-8155-271073dda053-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:56.025", "backgroundColor": "#a99800", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbpEFxyJ1oomGhPVbB6hCUgJGSD5RtDnTNXXZrdKWNBSE", "txHash": "0x5439484a2f843e3db6d4cb91ab02ec5cf18e2e7df388b6897fecb0b8f6cb4c6e", "createdAtBlock": 14072979, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7762, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Udor of Limbo", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Udor of Limbo\n\nMy dearest Penelope,\n\nIm starting to lose count of how many Moons have passed since I last saw you. Twenty? Thirty? Maybe more? There are many nights I lay awake thinking of our time together studying the scrolls in the Great Library. The way youd let your hand brush against mine as you handed me parchment. The coy way youd stare at me across the study chamber. The way my heart would race as we snuck kisses in the dark after the Master Artificers had laid to rest for the night. It was rushed and it was hidden... but it was real.\n\nBut alas, our love is just as impossible now as it was in that cold athenaeum. Just as forbidden but now thrice as difficult due to the miles between us. But it shall not be so forever, my love. For after I have completed my quest through the Seventh Realm we shall never have to hide again.\n\nNever again will we cower to arrogant men. Men who are so blinded by their sacrifice to the way of the artificer that they cannot see the grand purpose of the magic they play with. Never again will we bend the knee to their dying traditions. Traditions that sought to teach detachment from love but succeeded only in teaching detachment from purpose.\n\nPenelope, I tell you the truth when I say that I have learned more by crossing the sea than I ever learned in halls of study. And since the day my feet first touched this foreign soil I have never stopped growing in strength. I have seen abilities that dwarf even the greatest Masters that we studied under. Ive crafted charms that can bend rivers. I have forged sigils of power that could smite the keepers of the high crypt!"}
{"id": "49ab6ef4-74f8-452c-8155-271073dda053-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:56.025", "backgroundColor": "#a99800", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbpEFxyJ1oomGhPVbB6hCUgJGSD5RtDnTNXXZrdKWNBSE", "txHash": "0x5439484a2f843e3db6d4cb91ab02ec5cf18e2e7df388b6897fecb0b8f6cb4c6e", "createdAtBlock": 14072979, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7762, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Udor of Limbo", "text": "And soon I shall do what no artificer before me has ever done.\n \nI will be the one to imbue my key with the magic needed to open the gate.\n \nI will become the one the prophets foretold. Mine shall be the key that makes the way. I shall be the one who makes the way.\n\nOh Penelope! After learning what I have learned my only fear in this world is that when I return to you that you will not recognize me. I am no longer the man you knew. I am. something greater. And by the time I return from the Seventh Realm I will be something even greater still. When you see me I pray that you will still smile upon me with the same love we once shared. And I pray that you will not fear who I have become or the powers that I have obtained. When I return you shall see that the Runes have blessed me but that blessing came at a price.\n\nBut the cost will matter little because upon my return I will come for you and free you from the bondage of tradition. Free you from the cage that is the athenaeum. No Master will dare oppose me for I shall be the one who made the way. And then, my love, we shall finally be together, finally able to make our own path, and finally both be free.\n\nYours Forever,\nUdor"}
{"id": "d665f962-1dd4-447d-9959-987b24142874-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:35.852", "backgroundColor": "#1a3e27", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQS2UHGYGEujk2v1CST6weiGffh6XsBjL3vztZvyQkiHx", "txHash": "0xceb8092cda6664150d1946dc845451d82f8231de948fde688a6122daf681937b", "createdAtBlock": 14097357, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4515, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Homer of the Keep", "text": "## **The Lore of Battle Mage Homer of the Keep**\n\n\nTis been me lot to travel from times afore, embarking upon Odysseys and quests, trials thatd freeze thy blood and unhinge thy bones. \n\nTis been me honor to visit yon Oracle and be inspired by the visage of me distant descendant who she foretold would ennoble the name of Homer as poet, bard, troubadour, and laureate. Be upon me the blessings of Nymphodoma that I may live up to the reputation of yon distant descendant.  His exaltation of the family name being a goad to elevate this humble servant to deeds of glory.\n\nTis a name of such greatness it spans the centuries in vanquished trials most clever and ofttimes cruel. We of Homer have roamed the lands both far and wide. Me own exploits have taken this lost sinner to lands most unimaginable in diversity and splendor. \nNone, save me skills in battle, honed to a fine point mind ye, have been me deliverance thus far. Tis to the detriment of me most noble foes should they underestimate me faithful companion Dweeb, he of the Dirt Rabbit race. Shalt I recount the occasion a fierce Skelton Lich Lord thought he able to carelessly brook our assault upon his noble person?  Twas Dweeb put him to rights, a quick gnawing of his great toe bone put him to dancing a merry jig whilst I dispatched his head with the Dryad's Ear, spinning a blackthorn spell with vivacity. Inelegant would say some, swift justice says I."}
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{"id": "ccf0a640-fe43-4f2a-9429-2395a4e69496-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:28.82", "backgroundColor": "#0f1d3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZAee2R533ei1KbHo4o6LqenFNVET6CpTiyE65UteVK17", "txHash": "0xaca03e9cfddf4fb632d56b5af56c5e5614ec2c8fde4d84960db88a1d2b0fb7c7", "createdAtBlock": 14101838, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6317, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Rita of the Mist", "text": "this wizard is the epitome of the forgotten ones. this wizard is a guide that gives clues and gems . He is a loner that shines when he's underestimated.\nhe lives among the valley of the void desciple Where he is on a quest to glory. as he travels through the ruts and dirt he becomes stronger and wiser. he Is guided by his rabit to conquer his fears.\nAs I walk through this mystery place full clues, gems and a lot really important life lessons.Ive  learned along the way trying to find my way in this world can be extremely difficult this wizards character has the potential to help me conquer it all. This symbol of all the distractions in the world that helps come alive like music specifically man on the moon by kid cudi. \nThis wizard represents the your big brother , a mentor and a friend.\nAs this wizard go on his journey he knows deep down theres a light at the end of tunnel so he keeps the faith. This wizard journey is very unique and special. Joining forces with like minded wizards of 5 with same goal which is to retrieve gold that was hidden by the emperor and use the gold to take care of the oppressed people of  the village. Amongst the 5 of us we each have powers to that makes us strong as a unit we each make up for whatever other person lacks. At times this wizard will isolate his self just gather his thoughts and quite his mind. Whenever hes around the group his ability to express his self is a struggle so he keeps all his thoughts bottled and uses if needed. This is often mistaken for weakness but thats one of the wizard powers which helps to make the outsiders view him as the underdog but this wizard illuminates himself whenever he is heavily underestimated by the masses. This wizards imperfections helps him to realize later on in his journey are actually his strengths."}
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{"id": "20972386-b5c4-4274-a9ac-548eccb9b5c7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:14.823", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTFab65wXyc6KEqrGgqJbZUJAv4nCT3C116dnPseTmKkk", "txHash": "0x5f502ee7556c9a33e141309ed131f0afe55aa7ff2b9a44edca2cb92244662bd9", "createdAtBlock": 14733630, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5990, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "", "name": "Arcanist Durm of the Mountain", "text": "# The Rune of Olympus\n\nOn 23rd March at block 12092278, contract 0x0822F3C03dcc24d200AFF33493Dc08d0e1f274A2.\n\nThat day, on a parallel dimension, Arcanist Durm of the Mountain awoken his rune, the omega rune, which few knowledgeable wizards know as the Olympus rune.\n\nOn that day there was a storm on this mountain, a lightning stroke him and he had a vision. He view the ohmies trying to build a new reserve currency and understood money was a form of magic that allow coordination amongst being. Money is a human construction and one thing that define our societies.\n\nHe was gifted three attributes by Zeus as symbol from his understanding. \n\n- A rune of mount olympus\n- A golden lunar staff \n- A golden pepe frog\n\nZeus gave him the mission to protect the treasure of economics power and game theory magic. \n\nHis vision looked like so."}
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{"id": "c5159132-2800-47a1-acd5-628b0ad36cd1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:51.021", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaNVXmUwbavvZ85YmzrGgHwNiJXFv33wpHyz5ZV1JDezP", "txHash": "0x977fdf4428419ff750b82f11265c9223e103f6551f33b915d3fb1930196f44c4", "createdAtBlock": 14066079, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5039, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Cassiopeia of Elysium", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Cassiopeia of Elysium\n\nShe was always unique. Left in a basket at the door of the Ether Monastery. The sisters of this monastery had hardly seen, let alone spoken to an outsider in decades. Exactly 18 days after her arrival a great staff was found in the corner of her room. The origin of the staff was inexplicable. The sisters never left the compound, and outsiders were never let in. Thats when they knew something celestial had occurred.\n\nShe became their angel. Their wonder child. She was protected at all costs. Never had a bad thought crossed her mind, nor would it. She was literally raised by angels on earth. Her life was devoted to good. Things got stranger as she got older. Upon her 18th birthday, to the minute and to the day, in the corner of her small room, near the inexplicable staff, arrived a Rune of Venus. Something only mentioned in stories of old, the Rune was thought to have been long since extinct. Before the great wars. The existence of the rune was the only thing they feared.\n\nThe sisters protected her from the cruelty of the real world for as long as they could, but eventually, a girl becomes a woman, and a special woman at that. Upon her 21st birthday, in mortal years of course, a red mamba, with seemingly mythical powers arrived. It was able to convince the sisters, whom had never told a soul about the girl, that it was now safe to pass on the responsibility to it. It brought with it a Yellow Cleric, which fit so precisely that it could not be argued that the mamba was sent from above.\n\nAnd thus, the great red mamba and the great Enchanter Cassiopeia of Elysium set out on their quest."}
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{"id": "4aa036ba-f5de-4d37-98ac-fc7db122ba2d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:57.646", "backgroundColor": "#dca62c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdYhwm5autdbxqnx6GANrSyryUHci55RPy4yBqyDeAWvs", "txHash": "0x1ca8a0415d4112f797cc06f45e1cc529ad8dd711db4c687381cdfeaea37d6a18", "createdAtBlock": 14073782, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8629, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cleric Izible of the Wild", "text": "# The Lore of Cleric Izible of the Wild\n\nAs Izible slowly opens his eyes, he squints as the rays of the sun slowly crawl through the tiny window of his dungeon. He gets up, and in his after-sleep daze, walks to his table of coffee. As he has done alsmost everyday of his life, he robotically swings into the motion of preparing himself a cup of caffeine-filled goodness that would jolt him into the official start of this day.\n\nWith his morning ritual complete, he sets out into the courtyard of his castle and proceeds with his mundane daily tasks. A swift flick of his staff to rustle the hard-to-reach loose leaves of each tree in the courtyard is his primary morning task. Sweeping the castle perimeter and tending to the animals of those in authority rounds out Izible's first few hours of the day.\n\nPast noon, Izible would find himself in the training grounds, hopelessly going through the motions of conjuring up a spell with his staff. Each day, before training, he gazes upon the blue orb on top of his staff, a mysterious family relic passed on to him in his youth. He routinely places his hand over the orb, and asks that he finally realize his dream of wielding magic. But alas, each day would end in failure for good ol' Izible. He would find that he is simply incapable to conjuring even an ounce of arcane magic.\n\nWith his daily training complete, he returns to his dungeon, and reflects upon his day. Always the optimist, he constantly reminds himself, that one day, his dream of wielding magic will eventually come to pass. But in the meantime, he is determined to keep trying. \n\nWhat shall be the future of dear Izible? \n\nWhat fate lies in wait for this diligent young one?"}
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{"id": "f6735efb-6ed8-430c-a4e3-591638f870a5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T23:53:44.588", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdhtB64URsJUVqVt81snvdEnj8xTNBh95amD98UHZxGhR", "txHash": "0xe171db359082e4057a0ed006ef8118e1f0011a0f51e673193eb9772d74cc53a7", "createdAtBlock": 15163208, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdysajo8CnBbQ1qe4QD8kfyLn7WJph4iHuBEvNGedMLPd", "name": "Battle Mage Nolan of the Reach", "text": "The room was dimly lit, with the one source of light shining down on the fire pit in the middle.  2 figures stared at the low flame in the pit.  The man dressed in red which matched his beard and what hair he had left.  His arm draped over the boys shoulders as his other matched the dance of the flame.  \n\nFirst, Just know that I am not BIASED but Fire is the best element Nolan said you take earth, BOOOORING, it just sits there, all in its solidity! Then theres Air, I can move Air with my ass after a big meal, And water, bah!  fish shit in it!\"  \n\"Now fire, fire is like life, it has passion, anger, hunger, strength and fragility  He looked down on the boy with a big smile and continued. To be successful in life you need balance, your flame is the same.  The key is the understanding of yourself.  You see fire is everything, it brings death and destruction and with that Nolans fist clenched and in the air in front of him portrayed a dragon reigning a torrent of flame upon a forest, trees erupted and cracked under intense heat.  Animals fleeing as the flames licked their fur and soon enveloped everything.   But it also brings life and in a snap the image revealed the same forest burnt, a desolate wasteland of ash covered everything and slowly the image centered on a small of patch of earth where a small vine broke the surface of the earth.  A green pillar of life that grew into a flower."}
{"id": "f6735efb-6ed8-430c-a4e3-591638f870a5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T23:53:44.588", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdhtB64URsJUVqVt81snvdEnj8xTNBh95amD98UHZxGhR", "txHash": "0xe171db359082e4057a0ed006ef8118e1f0011a0f51e673193eb9772d74cc53a7", "createdAtBlock": 15163208, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5177, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdysajo8CnBbQ1qe4QD8kfyLn7WJph4iHuBEvNGedMLPd", "name": "Battle Mage Nolan of the Reach", "text": "The flames can destroy but it brings new beginnings that is why we focus on fire here.  You have to be patient, focused when starting with your Fire.  If you dont pay attention it could get out of control ruining the moment, if you dont show it love, it might dwindle becoming coals leaving you unsatisfied.  What you put into it, is what you..\nBrother!   boomed a voice from behind.  The pair turned to see Erim standing there, hands on his hips.  He had the same red beard but instead of a bald head like Nolans a red mohawk adorned his head.  Making him very intimidating.  No wonder he held the title, Terror of Mount Titan.   you are just showing the lad how to cook a steak, a Fucking STEAK for Gods sake  He doesnt need to know.\nSHUT IT!! Nolan shot back  now go back and use those muscles to bring in my steaks for the day!  \nBah!\nBah they both exchanged\nWith that Erim swiped the air in front of him and turned back around and walked to the back of the kitchen\nDont pay any attention to him boy!  Nolan bellowed he doesnt know the difference between a superb meal and slop.  Here at Nolans Steak house we deliver only perfection, and besides Nolan looked at the boy and winked.  Hes just a duck"}
{"id": "0be6fa83-a26c-4cef-9323-9c7154e110a5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:20:01.464", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXx3W9y2XFVGseSnATs1sv3rUr2BMSF42PNYDdMCtv3nT", "txHash": "0xc94df921b644e62131cc4a2f4c83264a2852e634da2eec6656480694e3e826e3", "createdAtBlock": 14077133, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5133, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Benito ", "text": "# The Lore of Artificer Benito\n\n\"Beni, would you bring me my toolbox?\" The old wizard tinkers away on a project.\n\nFrom another room, a monkey carrying a large wooden box waddles over to Merlin.\n\n\"This will solve all of your problems, Beni,\" Merlin gives the monkey a reassuring glance, \"I know you are doubtful.\"\n\n\"You know I can't get my hopes up,\" Benito sighs. \"It's not like I haven't tried to think through every option available.\"\n\nDetermination fills Merlin's eyes as he adjusts his glasses, \"This oughta do it!\"\n\n\"With all your wisdom,\" Benito says, \"this is really what you've come up with?\"\n\nMerlin furrows his brow, contemplates for a moment, and just shrugs. \n\n\"Try,\" he encourages, as he raises the delicately crafted Wooden Boy  before Benito.\n\nBeni closes his eyes as sparks light hisfingertips, \"well, here goes nothing!\"\n\nThe world knows the great Artificer Benito as a great and famous master of magical armaments.\n\nHowever, only Merlin himself knows Benito is actually a monkey channeling magic through a wooden golem.\n\nAdventure.. and battle.. await."}
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{"id": "7f80df94-de43-4050-b6e5-873b6167c49a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:20:04.35", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVWZUCveobbmpw9cdhDigE3E3MXCv2bybiDUvE9f2ncJW", "txHash": "0x3729bec06f916c1a0a27184f36cbad9aac9b5ed664d30ffa81def32400eee97e", "createdAtBlock": 14078092, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5133, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Benito ", "text": "\"Beni, would you bring me my toolbox?\" The old wizard tinkers away on a project.\n\nFrom another room, a monkey carrying a large wooden box waddles over to Merlin.\n\n\"This will solve all of your problems, Beni,\" Merlin gives the monkey a reassuring glance, \"I know you are doubtful.\"\n\n\"You know I can't get my hopes up,\" Benito sighs. \"It's not like I haven't tried to think through every option available.\"\n\nDetermination fills Merlin's eyes as he adjusts his glasses, \"This oughta do it!\"\n\n\"With all your wisdom,\" Benito says, \"this is really what you've come up with?\"\n\nMerlin furrows his brow, contemplates for a moment, and just shrugs. \n\n\"Try,\" he encourages, as he raises the delicately crafted Wooden Boy  before Benito.\n\nBeni closed his eyes as sparks light hisfingertips, \"well, here goes nothing!\"\n\nThe world knows the great Artificer Benito as a great and famous master of magical armaments.\n\nHowever, only Merlin himself knows Benito is actually a monkey channeling magic through a wooden golem.\n\nAdventure.. and battle.. await."}
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{"id": "6e0355ff-1b0c-437e-a858-d23379dece0c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:20:07.699", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWiV1NFqagqsS1qWSpP1Au6xpfh7kW2rmnbgeGfNvh9CU", "txHash": "0x1c47ccb228dac3c138aa549464556159b014e427ab4066019fb7b194fe37ed04", "createdAtBlock": 14078552, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7727, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Eden of the Reach", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n\n\nEden was born to the Fungus Clan of Rainlandia. It was a lush and misty isle with towering trees shrouded in green moss and teeming with light energy. His father was a mage and his mother was a wood nymph. His parents taught him the powerful peace spells and medicinal incantations that had been passed down for millennia by each of their lineages. Their mission was to help the other woodfolks in their quest to save the old growth mushroom forests. \n\nEden was only nine when his family was ambushed and slayed by the Dark Lord of Terros. Eden was left for dead. He woke to a pack of wolves preparing to feast on his terribly injured body. Eden knew enough of the old magic to speak to the wolves and explain his tribulations. Upon learning of the tragedy that had unfolded the wolves took Eden in and fed and cared for him and nurtured him back to health.\n\nEden spent many years in the forests of Rainlandia practicing the old magic and learning about the flora and fauna of the wild. One day Eden happened upon a giant Magic Mushroom. Once ingested Eden was transported to a metaverse that mirrored his but was a negative reality. It was here that Eden learned to reverse his spells so for example a healing spell could now be used to injure foes. Eden figured out how to enter back and forth between each place at will. But more and more he stayed in the negative land as he realized it was the best place for him to search for the Dark Lord of Terros to exact his revenge.\n\nNow Eden has become Sorcerer Eden of the Reach as he searches far and wide throughout the metaverses to find vengeance. With his trusty wolf and his giant mushroom he is ready for the next adventure."}
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{"id": "ba7c56fa-db23-4a1b-bd87-1d4995bec38d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:24.468", "backgroundColor": "#050505", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRE7Knmf1QTb8AUa5TmP4tpnVcpW2myG7ZJArpoqSLxdo", "txHash": "0x175a75095d31fcaccdc18f0afcd6eb4415a9f261d75e938fdeae26f76e7d22df", "createdAtBlock": 14086497, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7423, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Voodoo Priest Lucien from the Shadow", "text": "I never meant for it to be this way, sometimes paths in life choose you, guide you in that direction, this is how it was for me.\nI was at the ceremony of the sacred flame, another brother had chosen their path. \nHe passed gleefully into the luring flames and transformed to his true self.\nThe wizard in question was a Canaanite and as his flesh burned something inside me awoke, tingled \na hunger stirred.\nAfter all had settled down in the city and the celebrations were over, the long journey home was ahead of me. \n\nI set off on foot towards the shadow.\nTwo weeks in trudging through Carnivals Pass as evening approached, I came apon a Canaanite smith with a broken wagon. The wheel was broken and it was the job of two to replace it.\nI offered my meagre strength and we both heaved the wheel free.\nBeing so close, my senses stirred and as the smith turned his back uncontrollably I summoned  Thors wrath and that delicious smell of burning Canaanite flesh set a wicked grin to my face.\nThat night my hunger was satisfied and senses heightened. I slept deep and long.\n\nI new it was wrong but it felt so right.\n\nOver the next few weeks of travel a devious plan was hatched, once at home in the shadow my hunger again stirred.\nOver the next season weary Canaanite travellers were offered sanctuary and disappeared with no trace they had ever visited.\nThis was when I realised flesh was not enough. Canaanite wizards would satisfy my hunger and their souls increase my power.\nThe Milk guild would fear the day the first wizard disappeared as l again slept long and peacefully into the night.[\n* \n1. ~~\n```\n\n```\n~~\n\n]()\n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_"}
{"id": "ba7c56fa-db23-4a1b-bd87-1d4995bec38d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:24.468", "backgroundColor": "#050505", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRE7Knmf1QTb8AUa5TmP4tpnVcpW2myG7ZJArpoqSLxdo", "txHash": "0x175a75095d31fcaccdc18f0afcd6eb4415a9f261d75e938fdeae26f76e7d22df", "createdAtBlock": 14086497, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7423, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Voodoo Priest Lucien from the Shadow", "text": "```\n~~\n\n]()\n\n_Delete below sample to write your own_\n\nThis where you can write your lore.... we use markdown to store it on chain.... You can see how it will appear/render in the preview panel.\n\nHere is some **bold** text  \nHere is some *italic* text\n\n> Here is quoted text  \n> *by a lore writer*\n\n## Example of a medium heading\n### Example of a smaller heading\n\n# Images\nYou can add images via links, OR, upload from your computer using the toolbar.\n\n### Image uploads\n\nUse the toolbar image icon to upload an image to IPFS. Once uploaded (to IPFS) they also appear as a link, like so:\n\n\n\n### External Image Links\n\nTo add image (or anything else) as a link, you can do it via the toolbar link icon, or just write the syntax below like so:\n\n\n\n### Embedded videos\n\nOh yeah, if you just put in a YouTube link (no special syntax) on its own then it shows it embedded, see below:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30b7_S0paCQ\n\n# Getting new lines right\n\nNew lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:\n\n**First**\n\nPress enter twice. I am typing here, and now pressing enter twice after three dotrs...\n\nand now I am here (but you did get double spacing)\n\n**Second**\n\nType two spaces *before* pressing enter. Here come two spaces after the three dots followed by enter...   \nand now I am here\n\n# Tagging other characters\n\nYou can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:\n\nBest wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!"}
{"id": "349645e6-3d2a-4858-acb6-a5ca2aaab2f9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:14.145", "backgroundColor": "#663b73", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTMHEodGmWewzDjsVtkiVxKR9n22ex19iEUnWpwTtqgkn", "txHash": "0xbd905a41963cc72f671adbaf05ff20b380451e5560fe10eef0d9d654b5a79ebd", "createdAtBlock": 14079208, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1370, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rotten Revenant Gogol of the Mortal Coil", "text": "# The Lore of Rotten Revenant Gogol of the Mortal Coil\n\nThe Rotten Revenant has risen - he emerged one dark night from the Mortal Coil, deep from within the thick woods, creeping among the leaves. He ate moss and foraged for bones. His ladybug, also dead, accompanies him on his never-satisfied journeys to savor darkness and flesh. The bell tolls, and he knows he must leave this planet behind."}
{"id": "2ef70c62-b60c-488b-90b7-046a181bf8b7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:14.932", "backgroundColor": "#1c9e29", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVVS9DnyyY2rjQ1MAJTf2zqCGv81Zmd3XgTsdaAgwFXoG", "txHash": "0x381aa6bf8af45910232a16f5ff86ec44c36292706ec255f3d0de8857db281949", "createdAtBlock": 14079364, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6089, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Alatar of the Cold", "text": "# The Gift Bringer and the Bullfrog\n\n**Archmagus Alatar** once carried the mantle of *Gift Bringer*, as part of the Seven Red Wizards. He holds *The Salamanders Tongue*, a powerful Fire Spell, which he uses to forge The Winter Flame.\n\n> The Winter Flame  \n> * Portable fire bundle that burns bright even through the long dark nights of the North\n> * Once ignited it can only be extinguished by Red Wizards, Ember Frogs, and The 168\n> * Only 168 Wizards have ever mastered forging this dangerous **Fire Spell**\n\nEach year, as *Gift Bringer*, Alatar would fill a giant sack with The Winter Fire and bring it to nomadic families across the icy desolate tundra. Alatars bag was heavy and dangerous. \n\nTo speed his travel, he cast the Rune of Air upon a Swamp Bullfrog, giving it the ability to leap high into the sky with boundless strength. \n\nHe then reined the Bullfrog to an ancient wooden sleigh; filled it full of Winter Flame, toys, and food; and with a leap, the heavy glowing sleigh full of life-saving gifts rose into the darkness. \n\nA beacon of hope, shining through the night.\n\n### Transcribed from The Oral History of The Red Wizards by jl the artist"}
{"id": "ea4744b4-c224-45c3-862e-8caf56294475-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:48:15.549", "backgroundColor": "#050c04", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmetubTMDsDoyp4Z7SVTaSvgiZ3p2ku3JEsQTSASaqyjpJ", "txHash": "0x69a26361688478d79706d5bf1fb5944fc19aa6b6f0f80fbe8dd9fc800b0b06c4", "createdAtBlock": 14734074, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Aleister of the Heath", "text": "Labyrinthians form an inconspicuous society of the Runiverse, partly because they are generally not so skilled with magic, more with crafting and building. But Aleister decided magic was his thing when a couple of Midas Rods were found in the Labyrinth excavations, deep within the Cave of the Platonic Shadow.\n\nBorrowing one for study, he quickly found resonance with Air Magic. One can only imagine how odd it is for an underground fellow to discover such an aptitude, especially when you have never seen the sky ! \n\nArchmagies were very skeptical of his ability, Air spells being deemed too dangerous to conjure in closed environments. In truth, none of them had the ability nor the motivation to provide him with guidance.\n\nLeft alone with this cursed talent, Aleister had to make a tough decision. This Rod had awakened a potential within him he couldnt ignore, now he felt the urge to see the sky, now he wanted to go Outside ! That wasnt allowed in the Labyrinth code but the call was too strong to be dismissed. Conquering his fears, he set forth when the tunnels went quiet, never to be seen again.\n\nLegend has it that he was found unconscious in a heath bush near the Great Owl Obelisk by @wizard7644 after a messy incantation. Recognizing his potential, she provided him with the required knowledge to properly channel Air spells. \n\nThus Aleister became the only Labyrinthian to master the Forgotten Rune of Air, ascending as one of the few Air Arch-Magicians roaming the Runiverse."}
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{"id": "182317a2-b88d-4620-b9a4-e2bedbc3cc9d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:40.43", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcX9oijxYSyyumeMQ7kcDrg2gUeP2SWYt2fXi4LgdwQGp", "txHash": "0x406bd5608451ce93d6d695d41cf633faef1e9bcd6ac8bdac460b4b2436d69b7e", "createdAtBlock": 14210417, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4476, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Merlon of the Gnostics", "text": "Once a king of the goblins\n\nNow has fallen\n\nWandering mad\n\nNo longer guided by eyes\n\nMerlon lets the orb be his leash & lead\n\nThe obsession with the orb started innocent enough. A baron of a neighbor province of Merlons kingdom gifted the orb.  A simple token of goodwill. Spoils from a foreign adventure.\n\nGazers of the orb would hear pleasant song, feel a tender warmth, witness light musings in its crystalline display.\n\nBut soon Merlon started shutting himself in his royal quarters. Watching the images evolve from soft billows of smoke and haze. To grand images of glory yet to come, lands to be conquered, and legacies to be invented. Every plane of existence higher than our own could be seen through the orb.\n\nIt consumed him, he lost himself looking for the answers how to make the images of orb come to life. Seeing himself on the pantheon of the gods, he convinced himself, the path to this reality must lie in the orbs wondrous displays.\n\nPalace servants even claimed they could hear faint music emanating from the orb as the Gnostic ruler stayed quarantined, neglecting his duties as figurehead. He did nothing else. He only watched the orb.\n\nStaring\n\nPondering\n\nThe kingdom began to suffer. Land was lost to battle. Foreign relations collapsed. The denizens had no one to look to.\n\nOne day the king emerged with the orb. Once robust and confident. He hardly looked away from the orb or acknowledged the presence of anyone. He demanded a way to make the orb mobile.\nA smith of the kingdom offered to affix the orb to an enchanted staff.\n\nThe king explained he knew what to do in a bizarre declaration ceremony to his struggling dependents\n\nHis subjects confused, ask to do what?\n\nHe murmured about something transforming and a grand utopia."}
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{"id": "8ddfc46a-89fc-4c3d-b217-a2af9b6f96e7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:27:48.933", "backgroundColor": "#582806", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPNTsri8G37jcdfwFL12JjYwhdiWaXvQ2T773LsdPG15h", "txHash": "0x4d1d800c10cc897a6864104c85b6112d2baef033699552e23f51aa8f86fcdbf3", "createdAtBlock": 14211835, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 217, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Barnaby the Feisty", "text": "# The Lore of Barnaby the Feisty\n \nWith a rumble the Herd is summoned from the Elysian Fields and the Ponies begin storming the Runiverse in a relentless ride.\n\nAt the borders of the herd, high clouds of dust are mixed with the elemental effects created by the magical creatures. Ponies gallop enveloped by whirlwinds, flares of fire and sudden flashes of light.\nEagles look at the magnificent view from their privileged position. The Herd advances as sole entity yet each Pony manifests his individuality in this tumultuous ride.\n\nThe ponies advance rumbling in a wide arrow shaped formation, led by the fastest members of the Herd.\nEach Pony was summoned to immediately reach a companion in this plane of existence and only then the animal will stop galloping.\n\nIn the Herd, a little brown Pony is galloping without sparing any energy. He is Beornwold, or Barnaby known among his fellow Ponies as the Feisty for his ardor and hot temper in battle. Barnaby is wild and allergic to ornaments and constrictions and only wears a worn out red bandana around his neck. The old garnment is derived from the original house banner of Barnabys first companion died in the Great War a thousand years before. Focusing on the horizon in front of him, the pony gallops at maximum speed enjoying the rhythmic rumble produced by the Herd."}
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{"id": "2664cc9f-dd94-48dd-8f74-49edcbd2b5cf-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:25.291", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRkcJroV6vGU8M3yseUsmqBBcppswJLMcX3zgJqSWGV11", "txHash": "0x0be07c1dd344aedd902349ddf43b5b70b2577754b5ac5c85c044f0e158056860", "createdAtBlock": 14087257, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9677, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Cryptomancer Larissa of the Steppe", "text": "### Arabian king and queen meet Cryptomancer Larissa\none night king suddenly stood up from sleep and started talking to some one looking at the wall, queen noticed this and try distracting king and asking what happened to him but king did not distract and pushed queen away. so queen got worried and want to help king, on next day queen want chambers to take king to best wizard in the country so help king what going on with king and that wizard is none other than out great \"Cryptomancer Larissa of the Steppe\". whom the queen consulted and asking \"Cryptomancer Larissa of the Steppe\" to help to find out why King suddenly walking up and talking to walls, than wizard using his magic wand asks his companion monkey to go out and look at the moon to see direction of moon, monkey points to Cryptomancer Larissa wizard the direction of moon using its tale.\n\n### Cryptomancer Larissa magic liquid pot\nCryptomancer Larissa wizard uses his magic wand and points to the direction of the pot which contains magic liquid to see kings history and came to know that that his uncle trying to influence king and try to take throne out of him. after finding this Cryptomancer Larissa wizard tells queen and queens get angry and asks Cryptomancer Larissa wizard to give him lesson. Cryptomancer Larissa gives magic pot to queen to make king drink magic water in the pot every day in the evening immediately after might in the light of the moon for 7 days for his uncle's magic not to work on king. \n\n### solution to kings problem\nQueen with his king returns to kingdom with strong protection with his army. queen sees king's uncle and gets very angry but queen controls until kings treatment of drinking maigc water for 7 days is over."}
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{"id": "e533df3f-8f45-47a3-a71f-86c96f7018ac-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:15.736", "backgroundColor": "#2572ba", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSNApP26oZArz7YMzuiG462zFBw33Rpiu3Z57Z2oNGtw3", "txHash": "0xfe7a7ebc97c96458d4e5e6e3940cee55035a9bd7f99bac0227859f08e4f26deb", "createdAtBlock": 14083975, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 617, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thaumaturge Aldo of the Light", "text": "# The Song of Aldo \n\nIn a little blue cottage  \ndown the hill to the right,  \nlives Thaumaturge Aldo,   \nBard... of the Light.\n\nWith his trusty familiar  \na blue rat he calls Moon,  \nthe bard pens refrains  \nof Forgotten Runes.\n\nHe's sung of the Summoning  \nfrom the most Secret Tower,  \nof the birth of a world...  \nin under an hour.\n\nHe has songs for each realm  \nfrom the Salt to the Mist.  \nFrom the Pillars up North,  \nto the South's Obelisk.\n\nSome songs are light-hearted,  \nand some meant for learning.  \nA few are quite scary, like  \n\"The Dirge of The Burning\".\n\nIt warns of a flame  \nthat appeared in the night,  \nwhere not all who behold it  \nremain in the light.\n\nHow the burn renders souls  \nfrom a few of them shown it,  \nbut the unlucky ones  \njust end up as a donut.\n\nSome of Aldo's tales  \nhave brought him much fame.  \nThere's rumors of a an island  \nbearing his name.\n\nBut he's not really in it  \nfor the fame or the glory.  \nHe just wants to help  \nto remember the stories.\n\nWhich directions they go  \nis not only his call.  \nLike his folk songs and fables,  \nthey belong to us all.\n\nThese songs should be spread  \nlike the rays of the sun.  \nThese songs, just like Wizards...   \nare for everyone."}
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{"id": "41874dc3-74c1-419b-a758-4155a3542eb1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:29.6", "backgroundColor": "#82b0ff", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaPR9aJvdPBdNvEpeqow4c2ho3Lg5roacAWu5hrPB5CeS", "txHash": "0x7d836068fff4c25a69e09fc5edb2d101722ca32e06d6622d1e90d2e96adf75f3", "createdAtBlock": 14090843, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6317, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Rita of the Mist", "text": "this wizard is the epitome of the forgotten ones. this wizard is a guide that gives clues and gems . He is a loner that shines when he's underestimated.\nhe lives among the valley of the void desciple Where he is on a quest to glory. as he travels through the ruts and dirt he becomes stronger and wiser. he Is guided by his rabit to conquer his fears.\nAs I walk through this mystery place full clues, gems and a lot really important life lessons.Ive  learned along the way trying to find my way in this world can be extremely difficult this wizards character has the potential to help me conquer it all. This symbol of all the distractions in the world that helps come alive like music specifically man on the moon by kid cudi. \nThis wizard represents the your big brother , a mentor and a friend.\nAs this wizard go on his journey he knows deep down theres a light at the end of tunnel so he keeps the faith. This wizard journey is very unique and special. Joining forces with like minded wizards of 5 with same goal which is to retrieve gold that was hidden by the emperor and use the gold to take care of the oppressed people of  the village. Amongst the 5 of us we each have powers to that makes us strong as a unit we each make up for whatever other person lacks. At times this wizard will isolate his self just gather his thoughts and quite his mind. Whenever hes around the group his ability to express his self is a struggle so he keeps all his thoughts bottled and uses if needed. This is often mistaken for weakness but thats one of the wizard powers which helps to make the outsiders view him as the underdog but this wizard illuminates himself whenever he is heavily underestimated by the masses. This wizards imperfections helps him to realize later on in his journey are actually his strengths."}
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{"id": "d7c555f2-fbb1-4793-acea-04ba3e49109c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:40.053", "backgroundColor": "#180302", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXReXSTfn2xiBo9cuJZEzpJGdQNP5i1HmgDhUr6BfHXab", "txHash": "0x182a82e1e945ba519888a5ffbb2600816da92fb20bb7cacaf41096b6531bb82e", "createdAtBlock": 14101759, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9343, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmR7abMZqmBmVcKhwHg2X1uS9SyAWp2Jzz472DJzALDiuX", "name": "Ethereal Spectre Silas of the Death Cloud", "text": "# Ethereal Spectre Silas of the Death Cloud\n\n### Silas is one of the Ethereal Souls. He is also an ***Ecto Flame Knight***.\n\nFormerly known as @wizard9343, a Cosmic Arcanist living in the Great Canyon, Silas had an insatiable appetite for dark magic. \nAt some point during the Infinity Veil Battle and submission to the Sacred Flame, the corrupted Arch-Magician somehow *resurrected* after a mysterious demise. Thus, he began his journey to power.\n \nHis sudden and uncontrolled growing strength eventually transformed him into a merciless Forgotten Soul and he became an **Ethereal Spectre**.\nInitially, Silas worked to keep foolish and naive Wizards lost in the Death Cloud from trying to access the **Ethereal powers**. \n \nWhile thinking on the fading Sacred Flame that turned him into a Soul, he began to have visions of a coming \"*Age of the **Ethereal***\".\nLater on he founded the **Ecto Flame Council**, utilizing a darkness, far beyond that of Humanity, known as the Soul Rune Of Saturne. \nThe ****Ecto Flame Council**** was founded to serve Silas and provide a steady stream of sacrifices. He gathered eight **Ethereal Souls** to the Death Cloud.\n\nUnfortunately, the cursed power of the **Ecto Flame** eventually consumed him, and the Council appears to have become nothing more than a group of merciless Souls seeking Silas' legacy in the **Ethereal Void**.\n\nAfter Silas was betrayed by the **Council**, the legend says that he started dreaming about the Legendary @soul6646 and sought to devour all of them."}
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{"id": "3408bab5-a889-4e9f-906a-d33479e3c496-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:43.252", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVDYC3u9dx9j9AFdofa3A5PC4pGy7PJBfQcwwC3NUaQqx", "txHash": "0x37d690ab7ffd3ed1655b05914ac4df2f2fe182499a36cdc2d2bf60909c8467a1", "createdAtBlock": 14102628, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9308, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Zane of Atlantis", "text": "*(singing and strumming)*\n\"-aaaaaand what is that you cannot get,\nnot something may eas'ly forget?\npyramidal blessings all around,\ncommune with me, and ye'll be found!\"\n\nI testify today, ladies and lords, kobolds and cows, you'll never know peace until you find your destiny in The Illuminated.\n\nEver wonder why the sky changes colors? Or, the why the floral faces turn upwards when the winter frost melts to soft morning dew?  Or how the best sandwich condiments are made?\n\n**WE ARE THE ILLUMINATED!!**\n\n**Holy Arcanist Illuminus of the Heavens**..  \nwe beseech the presence of Divine Illumination..\n\n**Holy Arcanist Illuminus of the Heavens!!!!!!!!!!!!**\n\n**ILLUMINATE US!**\n\n**WARNING - what The Illumined bestows, The Illuminated can revoke. **\n\n**JOIN US** and be saved from the Ultimate Darkening!\n\n\"wait wut???  ... for the last time, NO THIS IS NOT A DUNCE CAP!!\""}
{"id": "1a7b67f2-9b7f-48f5-bf3b-a4d3759da0d7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:43.966", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd11dfBfKr4LbpmwRzF3FWXhtiLviSuLyWee8pfnYXgtS", "txHash": "0x2a5a51a54650e5b4760fcfee2ae9ca91a2fa6049c540c7285ffeaa1e3e398b66", "createdAtBlock": 14102647, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9591, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Goober of the Realm", "text": "The Lore of Arch-Magician Goober of the Realm\n \nIt was an overcast day outside, felt like fall should feel. A comfortable chill to the air. Just enough to enjoy a hot chocolate and campfire without being too cold. Goober saw the light blue smoke gently rising out of the thick forest canopy. He thought to himself             \n*This must be the cabin the Mushroom meant that would be warm and its chimney beckoning with its blue signal*        \nThe Kobold Crossroads were perfectly situated as a pinch point between the Red Wizards, Calista and Allesars on one side and the the skyrook, Goblins, Marsh, Carnival and Thorn on the other side. And a straight shot road to the Quantum Shadow of course. Anyone wanting safe passage thru there needed to play friendly with The Horde. Goober smiled and grunted to himself                            \nThey always underestimate us! Weve been here forever surrounded by youse and we still here stronger than ever! Thinkin they so smart. But whose played who??                              \nArch mage (Magikan) Goober of the Realm was now lowering his elevation. His career has quickly taken off as a Mage who can get things. Quickly gaining favor within the Sect.              \nThese fools dont even know! But weve seen how this ends. Its fated. Done deal!"}
{"id": "1a7b67f2-9b7f-48f5-bf3b-a4d3759da0d7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:43.966", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd11dfBfKr4LbpmwRzF3FWXhtiLviSuLyWee8pfnYXgtS", "txHash": "0x2a5a51a54650e5b4760fcfee2ae9ca91a2fa6049c540c7285ffeaa1e3e398b66", "createdAtBlock": 14102647, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9591, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Goober of the Realm", "text": "He circled the house a few times to observe, then pulled up in the front yard and strolled to the front door. Walking up the porched he looked over and saw a rooster off to the side looking at him menacingly. It stared at him reaching its two talons up to point at its eyes. BA '' then turned the talons to point at Goober, ''GAWK `` ! He scratched his head confused.             \nHuh, thats weird.\n \nHe opened the door and found the shroom sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of ale smiling expectantly.\nGoober! Welcome my friend. Can I pour ya a pint?.\nGoober smiled Youre such a Fungi! Well I didnt fly here fer nuttin! He happily downed the mug with ease. Kobold after all. A moment of silence passed.\nWell.. were you able to get it fer me? Goober asked.\n Of course Goober! As always he then gestured with an open palm to the Kobold. Goober plopped a heavy sack on the table with a hearty clink that would catch anyones attention.\nNice, as agreed said the shroom but you know what I really want! Goober grinned  Not fer sale, you know that ''.\nWell how about I sweeten the pot? Whats your price Goober? The shroom pressed.\nNot fer sale. Kobolds dont paperhand He retorted. This time losing his grin and humor.\nThe mushroom sighed and rose from his chair.  Well thats too bad Goober. Because I have to have it. We can do this the easy or the hard way\nHe heard the door creek as two more mushrooms entered the kitchen from the living room. One holding a wooden staff, the other petting his blue rat.\n \nSHIT!!"}
{"id": "1a7b67f2-9b7f-48f5-bf3b-a4d3759da0d7-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:43.966", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd11dfBfKr4LbpmwRzF3FWXhtiLviSuLyWee8pfnYXgtS", "txHash": "0x2a5a51a54650e5b4760fcfee2ae9ca91a2fa6049c540c7285ffeaa1e3e398b66", "createdAtBlock": 14102647, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9591, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Goober of the Realm", "text": "SHIT!!\n \nHe turned to leave and the door locked itself. He looked at the window and the shutters slammed shut violently. He turned around sensing the betrayal at hand. The three Mushrooms had transformed into a thing of nightmare. Everything in the room darkened and faded away but them. Their heads changed colors from glowing red to blue to yellow to green to orange. Their eyes glowed like a candle.Smoke poured out of their ears. Goober backpedaled in shock. Nothing existed but them.\n*No! This cant be.*\nTheir mouths full of fangs and fire escaped as the spoke.  you will give it to us, Goober!!.  The statement hit him like a punch to the stomach and snapped him out of it. He closed his eyes and anger began to take over. He opened his eyes.\nKOBOLDSDONT .PAPERHAND!!!!!! As he yelled energy flowed thru him and he held his arms out glowing blue and let out an icy blue lighting bolt towards the shrooms.\nThe three raised their arms at the last second and met his bolt with bolts of their own nullifying his attack.\nThere are three of us, Kobold. You cant win!\nHe reached into his pocket and grinned. He popped a couple mushrooms in his mouth and while still chewing asked dat so?\nThe Kobold pulsated as he grew in size and mass till his ears were nearly touching the vaulted ceiling. He raised his arms again and began to hum with energy. His blue bolt shot out again bigger and faster than ever. The three shrooms tried again to parry but their energy was pushed backwards onto themselves. They began to scream and shrink.\nGoober no his former friend whimpered."}
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{"id": "425f6e3e-ff92-4c83-bbf2-2795e3efc8b3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:10.756", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme4qeqXPg1xWeMzSDRKFH61m1S7ypKySiDzapNRft67Yb", "txHash": "0x843b239d127e62cdabc3ae3cbc59c3056a1b04407b790118489916c0344f95dd", "createdAtBlock": 14117842, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3642, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Spellsinger Nikolas of the Ether", "text": "According to his wet nurse, Nikolas came into this world singing. \n\nHis mother didnt mind his crying all that much because he had perfect pitch.  His beautiful voice brought him great wealth, and a slimy companion, Topaz, who he animated with bardic magic. \n\nUnfortunately, Nikolass talents brings him some trouble as well.  The lady (an occasional lad as well) who hears his love song would fall immediately in  devastating love with Nikolas.  He (unintentionally) destroyed marriages, betrothals, partnerships and the like.  Mayhem descended upon any town Nikolas crossed along his jaunting.  He became so famous - or rather, infamous - there is now a common saying across the Runiverse, dont let your lass lend an ear to Niko-lass!"}
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{"id": "af32deca-2f7a-49e2-b901-9bef824ea05f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:23:37.624", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeCCM5inNUWNqMMFXTvvTJpKq4MnWBjHE58AdsJYcmqYC", "txHash": "0x01cc1970421cbae37fb49de7e37eaadce567e7045ec04afc53b427c91ed57bba", "createdAtBlock": 14153272, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4122, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Argus in the Shadows", "text": "The sun was just rising as Argus finally arrived home.\n\nHis boots were soaked through from standing in the slush most of the night. He'd been waiting for his contact to show up to their usual meeting place, but as usual they were hours late.\n\nWhy cant addicts be more punctual? he muttered to the empty room as he leaned his staff against the wall and hung his hat on the lone peg by the door. \n\nHe placed some wood in the fire place, lit it with a wave of his hand, and exhaled deeply as the rush of heat washed over him. \n\nSettling into a chair facing the fire, Argus pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He studied it carefully in the firelight and dim morning sun that was just starting to come through the window.\n\nThe front side of the paper was a simple advertisement: \n\n**Leos Knife Sharpening.** Done while you wait. 15 minutes or less. No charge for handle polishing.\n\nFor some inexplicable reason a picture of a rabbit dominated the bottom half of the ad.\n\nFlipping the paper over, things got far more interesting. There written in messy but legible handwriting was a list:\n\n- Earle of the Riviera\n- Harst of the Obelisk\n- Lem of the Capital\n- Call of the Heath\n- Pax of the Sun\n\nA dissociated list of names. To your average person it would have meant nothing. But to Argus, this was a list of doomed people. Three of the five had died in the last month. One more was missing. \n\nThe last, well - maybe after a cup of tea and a few hours sleep, then Argus could see about the last."}
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{"id": "60ab5072-e98f-4991-b514-bc90da217d86-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:21:51.851", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXZq7B5q1PYyqKGVtZgTmtffnabVZsbz3qYFCX17oKqGh", "txHash": "0xc39670b4f57772a525d49fd82a518ab37b6c9adf5462bebb14ca099689b9bf6b", "createdAtBlock": 14104883, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3102, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Crowley of the Platonic Shadow", "text": "### \"Hey, have any of you seen my magic thingy?\" \n\n### \"It was a skull... no wait, pretty sure it's wooden, so a staff or a stick or something.\"\n\n### \"I did have something right? All wizards do right? Oh man, I need to stop with the pipe... I keep losing things and those Mambo guys make fun of me every time.\" \n\n### Whoa!!! Where did that snake come from?! You all see it, right? \n\n### That's it, I'm putting the pipe down for good... well maybe just one last puff.\""}
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{"id": "4594d3f7-c0ab-4c79-af72-a34638efd065-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:55.762", "backgroundColor": "#242632", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbRNkfTYrWyePiWJA6g6gS4TT4mbdChPkikwsk3BHn662", "txHash": "0x87e0b6e04ea950114769aadadfde3b4161af706f797e21af80db85faefc1f091", "createdAtBlock": 14102940, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1016, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Aeromancer Allistair ", "text": "## The Life of Allistair\n\n\n\"What do you live for Allistair?\"\n\nAsked Blue Rat.\n\nAllistair pondered...\n\n\"Rat....my life has been guided by three passions: desire for love, knowledge, and unfathomable sympathy for mankind's suffering. These impulses have blown me around like tremendous winds, across an ocean of sorrow, to the brink of despair.\n\nI've hunted for Love because the bliss it brought me was is so intense that I would give everything for it. That horrible loneliness when one shivering awareness glances over the edge of the globe into the cold unfathomable dead abyss. I found it because in the union of love I saw a mystic microcosm of the paradise that saints and poets envisaged. This is what I wanted, and this is what I have found.\n\nI pursued knowledge with similar zeal. I longed to know men's hearts. I've wondered why the stars glow. And I've attempted to grasp the Pythagorean power of number over flux. I have accomplished a bit, but not much.\n\nLove and wisdom led to the sky as far as they could. But sympathy always pulled me down. My heart echoes with agony screams. Famine-stricken children, tormented victims, helpless elderly men burdening their sons, and a world of loneliness, hunger, and agony make a mockery of human existence. I want to help, yet I am powerless to do so. This is my life. I enjoyed it and would do it again if given the chance.\n\n*Inspired by Bertrand Russell*"}
{"id": "af3d0c5d-0d98-440b-815e-e13b29c7d101-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:07:11.913", "backgroundColor": "#3B271C", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbCKtYrA5bhstauKqAJ6KQnBwP58poa5kNE3oJoVS455a", "txHash": "0x0df6371dc52a517033f2fd102ebe621b3eaa2d0725cfadb336abed2a433a7c77", "createdAtBlock": 14104894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9826, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmf59mAHoe1roETdRydAqU5NGQZvNZkn24L6u3gBw6rPxj", "name": "Runecaster Daria of the Garden", "text": "# A beautiful, new friendship...\n\n\"Daria, my first child, Merry Christmas,\" says her father, as he hands her an envelope. \"I wanted to give this to you early, so we can go pick up the actual present before the holiday tomorrow.\" Daria smiles and lets out a subtle grin, \"Father, I told you again and again that you didn't need to get me anything. I know it's been hard to keep up since mom's passing. \"Nonsense,\" he says. \"You've worked your tail off helping this family stay afloat this year, and you deserve something special. Besides, it didn't cost me a single coin.\" Daria opens the envelope, and pulls out a piece of paper. She begins to read it... \"A pony?! Father, is this real... How... How did you manage this?!\" He explains, \"I went to get the family some new winter clothes the other week, and I found this certificate inside one of the boxes. Apparently, it's some kind of event the town is doing for the holiday. I've never heard of this stable before, but what can it hurt? Let's head over before they close for the day - I guess it's a little outside of town.\" \"Yes, absolutely!\" she replies."}
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{"id": "1b167184-6fc2-4ac7-936e-0e6f887a8eaf-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:40.586", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdU79QznNK6bDJV5gJcpmWP43jfGKvg3Ae8mxu4F4cXjQ", "txHash": "0x1f590c6ba7ba92647e743601b0a9e338ac52975903914919ee8b89d2d07aef41", "createdAtBlock": 14122938, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7028, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Necromancer Anton ", "text": "To be or not to be? \n\nFor as long as I remember, I didnt fit in. My cloud of darkness seems to seep into every room. \n\nIt started with quiet then gloomy aura but now I dont even think I am in the same Runiverse as everyone else if it werent for my Sol Gato, Estrella, I dont think Id be here.  Am I even here I dont belong here \n\nConsidering taking the vow of the Sacred Flame just to feel something again."}
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{"id": "0b25378a-704a-4b13-8844-0874319fffb4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:21.309", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdULJzpXKWYU7EJDmndrpd1KRdA13mTVqNDZFcGMpX7Bx", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 433, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNRbDvSkGAV2GucZsiU3C2DQmGxBSUuaz8zU1qLiK2kBo", "name": "Lamia the Stubborn", "text": "Lamia trotted along the slopes below the Sacred Pillars, basking in the warmth of the midday sun. The combination of the heat on her coat and the slow release of energy from the ice-grass in her gut never failed to put her in a good mood. She hummed to herself and clicked her back hooves together happily, continuing her search for the heart leaf that grew only on these slopes.\n\nWhile the ice-grass invested her with supreme speed and stamina, allowing her to gallop across the mountains from the Gate to the Seventh Realm in almost no time at all, the heart leaf was vital for powering the valley ponys Rune of Saturn. The rune regenerated the cells in her body: this was why Lamia sported the mane of a filly and a spritely gait, despite being several centuries old.\n\nOn the other side of the ravine, she spied the tell-tale red bursts of colour that signalled a patch of heart leaf, nestled in the crevices of an enormous, lichen-covered boulder. Neighing in delight, she bolted down the slope, leaping nimbly between rocky outcrops like a mountain goat (although prettier by far). \n# \nHer rune-liver fully recharged with the heart leafs magic, Lamia finished stuffing some extra leaves into the yellow bandana that hung round her neck. It never hurt to have spare stock, even if the leaf lost some of its potency as it dried.\n\nNext, she would head southwest to Fantasy Falls, which fell from high in the slopes of the Sacred Mountains to form the Dream Stream. She would then follow that magical mountain river as it cut its way through the rocky passes of the Sacred Mountains, until she reached the lowlands where the river fed into Dream Masters Lake."}
{"id": "0b25378a-704a-4b13-8844-0874319fffb4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:21.309", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdULJzpXKWYU7EJDmndrpd1KRdA13mTVqNDZFcGMpX7Bx", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 433, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNRbDvSkGAV2GucZsiU3C2DQmGxBSUuaz8zU1qLiK2kBo", "name": "Lamia the Stubborn", "text": "Up here in the icy slopes, the water was imbued with crystalline energy from the quartz cliffs  there was no more refreshing beverage in the whole of the Runiverse. The mere thought of it tickled Lamias taste buds, but she pulled up short just as she began to break into a canter. Three figures had appeared over the horizon.\n\nEsme greeted Lamia with a raised hand and the pony flicked her mane, excitedly. Even at this distance, Esmes bright blue skin and crest of flaming red hair were unmistakable. Lamia did not recognise the Geomancers stag-headed companion, but Esme was her favourite wizard from the Sacred Pillars, while the dirt rabbit Aurora was Lamias bosom companion. The pony had known Aurora ever since she was born, although she saw far less of her friend since Esme had adopted the dirt rabbit as her familiar. Despite long periods apart, though, Lamia never tired of her friend hopping up onto her head to regale her with stories of her travels with the Geomancer.\n\nLamia rapidly covered the distance between them, pulling up in a cloud of dust in front of the travellers. After they had exchanged greetings, Esme introduced Lamia to Pan. The pony took an instant liking to the stag-headed forest Shaman, whose tranquil energy spoke of a deep connection with the natural world, though she kept an appropriate distance from his plague rat, Fester, when the rodent poked his blue face out of the Shamans breast pocket."}
{"id": "0b25378a-704a-4b13-8844-0874319fffb4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:21.309", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdULJzpXKWYU7EJDmndrpd1KRdA13mTVqNDZFcGMpX7Bx", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 433, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNRbDvSkGAV2GucZsiU3C2DQmGxBSUuaz8zU1qLiK2kBo", "name": "Lamia the Stubborn", "text": "She listened intently as Esme explained that she was headed towards the Portal of Purity high in the peaks above the Sacred Pillars. From there, the companions would activate the portal to travel to the Temple of the Falling Stars, where Lamia was shocked to learn that religious zealots had assassinated @wizard3922 in a bloody revolution. She held fond memories of Isaac from her last visit to the Temple  he had always welcomed the ponies of the Elysian Fields with open arms and trays of sugar cubes\n\nLamia stamped her hoof in anger and informed the group that she would be travelling with them to the Temple. She hoped that her friend @pony255 had decided to leave the Temple; the old pony was no warrior, but the grey-coated nag could be almost as obstinate as Lamia when he set his mind to something. If she found him there still, she resolved that she would beat some sense into his thick skull until he bucked up his ideas. As for Lamia herself, she was determined that these bigoted rebels should not keep their newfound grip on power. They were executing animists burning them and their familiars.\n\n*Well, well just see about that, wont we? she thought to herself. Im not going to sit idly by while a bunch of dung-strewn extremists kill honourable wizards and creatures. They dont call me Lamia the Stubborn for nothing.*\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
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{"id": "410d2e62-ea1d-49a6-8e80-3ce8c321eec2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:22:56.837", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeM9UHCkcxeNpuk7fRWE9B4Mr5QV7qh8LCMF4YBEmgad2", "txHash": "0x928346f0b071ac8e7a700158e45f20d48240419328cf1760f0a0c908e91fd83a", "createdAtBlock": 14135160, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7687, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Sisk of the Hills", "text": "# The Lore of Kakarotto's Trusted Sidekick, Alchemist Sisk of the Hills\n\nLong before he became Kakarotto's trusted wizard sidekick, Sisk was a normal young boy who loved martial arts. Sisk and Kakarotto would spar with each other everyday, hoping to one day participate in martial arts tournaments against the world's greatest fighters. However, day by day and year by year, it became clear that Sisk would never be able to live up to Kakarotto's strength, skill, or natural ability. \n\nWhile Sisk never showed this to his good friend Kakarotto, over time he became jealous of his success and couldn't stomach watching Kakarotto continue to achieve greatness while Sisk idled in mediocrity. By early adulthood, Sisk felt like he had wasted his early years on a passion that was never meant to be. This led him down a dark path... filled with jealousy and hate for his former best friend, he turned to a life of drugs to cope with the pain. \n\nThough his life went into a downward spiral from there, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise when he tried magic mushrooms for the first time. He decided to try these mushrooms in the famous Hills, flush with the greenest grass on the planet where ponies prance freely. After consuming the magic mushrooms, he had an epiphany and was convinced that he met a wizard who taught him how to create potions that make stronger fighters. \n\nAfter sobering up, he immediately went to work and created the potion within a few hours. Out of desperation, Sisk took the potion himself to test it out. The potion had actually made him WEAKER physically than he was before... but he soon realized that the potion he created gave him magical, wizard powers. He quickly mastered these new skills and realized he was born to be a wizard all along, not a fighter."}
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{"id": "6df45727-c308-4214-b76c-b24cb94d4f70-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.08", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs3LLeS4zekqHZfn4NaEhmYjpcEFk4haxXMufLAXfKra", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3282, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXNowi5jskcaR5sHkrjGkd771DRaBcfkXuYUneY7fq5xB", "name": "Shaman Pan of the Forest", "text": "# Chapter 1: Pan\nThe Shaman reached out with his mind and touched the spirit of the forest around him. The song of the trees rang in his ears, the roots burrowing deep into his psyche. He heard the murmur of small plants growing, berries swelling on the vine and a million tiny creatures scuttling about their business. \n\nHe felt the sun warming his antlers as he reached out to the denizens of the forest, searching for fluctuations in the flow of energy. As usual, he was forced to suppress the malignant atmosphere that hung just at the forests edge, pushing the darkness to the back of his consciousness.\n\nThe Dumb Stick quivered in his hand, rasping against his wicker shawl, and he opened his eyes.\n\nThere you are, he smiled. Come, Fester, the hunt is upon us. \n\nThe plague rat squeaked with excitement and bounded forward, anxious to begin. The Shaman stood languidly and began to lope effortlessly after his familiar, navigating the tangled undergrowth of the lower reaches of The Thorn. Though the thrill of the hunt filled him, the looming presence of the Quantum Shadow still played on his mind. The Shaman could feel its dark energy seeping into the borders of the forest, tainting all it touched. \n\nHe hoped that his quarry could be stopped before the Shadow entangled its mind.  \n\n# Chapter 2: Baird\nPan crept under an archway formed by intertwined branches of the trees on either side of the forest track. Up ahead, the little beast was stripping leaves hungrily off a low, compact bush with bright yellow flowers, its rotund body rapidly flashing with alternating colours as it fed. It purred contentedly and closed its two primary eyes, but the second set continued to swivel back and forth on the stalks protruding from the back of its head, scanning for danger."}
{"id": "6df45727-c308-4214-b76c-b24cb94d4f70-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.08", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs3LLeS4zekqHZfn4NaEhmYjpcEFk4haxXMufLAXfKra", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3282, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXNowi5jskcaR5sHkrjGkd771DRaBcfkXuYUneY7fq5xB", "name": "Shaman Pan of the Forest", "text": "*So it feeds on the Sun Lily I wonder if it makes use of those toxins as a defence against predators.*\n\nThe Shaman silently pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bowstring. The arrows head was not pointed, but flared into four inward-curving prongs. After piercing the flesh of the beast, the arrow would wrap threads of enchantment around its entire body, temporarily paralysing it so that Pan could take his time putting a soothing on the animal. \n\nHe drew the bow, fingers brushing his lips as he loosed the arrow. It flew straight and true, but at that moment the air around the animal congealed into the shape of a Rune of Mars, trapping the arrow in mid-air just inches from its flank.\n\nThe creature struggled vainly against the bonds of air. Pan snorted in surprise and annoyance and strode forward, determined to confront whoever had interfered with his hunt. As he approached, a huge onyx wolf emerged from the undergrowth, its jet-black fur glistening menacingly. Pan extended an appeasing hand and murmured to the wolf in gentle tones, but shifted his stance subtly, signalling to the wolf that while he meant it no harm, he was not afraid to defend himself if necessary. \n\nIt was clear that the wolf was a familiar; the Shaman delved into its mind, searching for its connection to the wizard that was no doubt nearby.\n\n*Get out of my familiars head, Shaman, we come in peace.*\n\nPan pulled back his thoughts, eyes scanning the forest, then spoke out loud.\n\nIf you come in peace, then show yourself.\n\nI am here, Shaman, if you look closely enough."}
{"id": "6df45727-c308-4214-b76c-b24cb94d4f70-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.08", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs3LLeS4zekqHZfn4NaEhmYjpcEFk4haxXMufLAXfKra", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3282, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXNowi5jskcaR5sHkrjGkd771DRaBcfkXuYUneY7fq5xB", "name": "Shaman Pan of the Forest", "text": "I am here, Shaman, if you look closely enough.\n\nPan gave a start as the wizard suddenly appeared behind the wolf. The Shaman blinked in surprise, unnerved that the man had managed to conceal himself so well. No matter his magic, this was Pans forest, and usually nothing escaped his attention.\n\nThe wizards youthful face was kind, and the green band pulling his dark hair back from his forehead marked him as a medicine man. In a large pouch strapped to his back he carried a giant white egg covered in shimmering blue patterns.\n\nPan relaxed. I have heard whispers of you from the forest, @wizard3916. I have no quarrel with you. I too am a Green Wizard and even though I do not work at the Green Councils behest, I believe our goals are aligned.\"\n\nBaird smiled brightly at him. I have heard of you too, Shaman Pan of the Forest. In fact, Ive been looking for you. I have a proposition for you. But first, I think this creature here may hold the key to a cure I have been working on. All I need is a sample of its blood, and then you may do with it what you wish.\n\nThe Shaman nodded, gesturing for Baird to continue, and settled himself on the ground to wait.\n\n# Chapter 3: Eric \nPan and Baird sat in companionable silence as the herbs brewed in the pot on the fire. To one side, Fester lay curled up between the forepaws of Skadi, Bairds wolf familiar."}
{"id": "6df45727-c308-4214-b76c-b24cb94d4f70-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.08", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs3LLeS4zekqHZfn4NaEhmYjpcEFk4haxXMufLAXfKra", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3282, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXNowi5jskcaR5sHkrjGkd771DRaBcfkXuYUneY7fq5xB", "name": "Shaman Pan of the Forest", "text": "It had been months since their first encounter in the southern reaches of The Thorn. Since dealing with that first beast, the Shaman and the Battle Mage had built up a strong connection as they worked their way northwards through the wild tangle of The Thorn and into the brighter, more open woods of The Fey, hunting down other creatures. Pan had been surprised at how quickly he had bonded with Baird. He had always worked alone, and had liked it that way, but the Mages companionship was simple and unassuming, and he had a refreshingly pure connection with the natural world that Pan had not encountered in his dealings with other wizards. In Pans experience, wizards  even Greens  had lost their affinity for Nature, trying to subjugate her rather than recognising their place as part of a wider, interconnected consciousness.\n\nThey had been tracking this latest beast for several days. It was proving elusive, its shapeshifting abilities allowing it to evade their pursuit, but right now they had other things to worry about Pans large ears twitched at the faint sound of rustling leaves. Hes close again, he murmured softly to his friend. Be ready, Im finding it hard to decipher his intentions.\n\nBaird nodded almost imperceptibly and clenched his fist. Pan could see the faint glow from the Rune of Mars on Bairds palm seeping between the Battle Mages clenched fingers as the magic flared, unbidden. Skadi showed barely any outward sign that she was aware of the intruders, but Pan could sense the tension in her coiled muscles and see the intensity reflected in her golden eyes. Fester, too, was alert, his nose and whiskers quivering.\n\nThe strangers voice rang out boldly from the darkness.\n\nAye, you know Im here, and you know Ive been watching you. It seems like you two could use some help with that rune-torn shapeshifter."}
{"id": "6df45727-c308-4214-b76c-b24cb94d4f70-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.08", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmcs3LLeS4zekqHZfn4NaEhmYjpcEFk4haxXMufLAXfKra", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3282, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXNowi5jskcaR5sHkrjGkd771DRaBcfkXuYUneY7fq5xB", "name": "Shaman Pan of the Forest", "text": "As he finished speaking, the stocky, red-bearded man stepped into the firelight and pulled back a blue hood lined in gold, unleashing a shock of fiery hair. A large, shaggy dog padded up next to him and eyed the group warily.\n\nThe names @wizard1182, friends, and this here is Shimmer. Dont let the hood fool you, I too am a Green Wizard. Pan motioned wordlessly to the newcomer and he nodded, walking over to sit down on a moss-covered rock. \n\nThank you, Shaman. I havent come forward until now, but there is no doubt in my mind that your connections to the forest run deep  both you and the medicine man. He nodded respectfully at Baird.\n\nWelcome, Eric of the Grotto. We have been watching you, too. Please, say your piece, said Pan.\n\nIm pleased to hear that youre open to discussion, friends. You see, were not the only ones hunting these beasts. There are higher powers operating in the Fey. Ive made a pact with @wizard777 to relocate any creature I capture back to the Seventh Realm. There was a beast slayer from that realm meddling in my operations last spring, but once the Sphinx intervened he agreed to stick to his own realm. Nevertheless, since then the woods have become rather crowded and I do not like the types Ive been encountering.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
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{"id": "7f3fa3ca-b011-4b83-8767-16f3823789f8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:16.722", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPSqHTLue8H11FJ6RQZaYUVFCCbovj4YtvB6W5tgneqTx", "txHash": "0x0f4d29ab8167f4d1b6f2a8a1bcda9c7d0ea5b26ac3c7d8a6d43d1982666403dd", "createdAtBlock": 14669159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6563, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Victoria of the Hills", "text": "Not everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.\n\n~\n\nIn the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way.\n\n~\n\nAnd their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer (@wizard1271)  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.\n\n~"}
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{"id": "7f3fa3ca-b011-4b83-8767-16f3823789f8-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:16.722", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPSqHTLue8H11FJ6RQZaYUVFCCbovj4YtvB6W5tgneqTx", "txHash": "0x0f4d29ab8167f4d1b6f2a8a1bcda9c7d0ea5b26ac3c7d8a6d43d1982666403dd", "createdAtBlock": 14669159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6563, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Magus Victoria of the Hills", "text": "~\n\nExploding, she rushes them, but too late  Ned, Pez, and JP scramble and guzzle the contents of the Vial. They grin stupidly at her until suddenly  and very painfully  they vanish.\n\n~\n\nVictoria shouts, and shed trash the place, but its already trashed. Her winged familiar, Bat, tries to lie low by hiding under a blanket  and re-emerges screaming. Victoria stares as the blanket groans, mutters, and slides off to reveal an older bearded dude with a big, crusty Bong under one arm, and an albino Rat curled in the other (@wizard8528). Who the F are you?? Victoria demands.\n\n~\n\nThe old dude, Alessar, is too out of it to speak. His Rat is used to filling in the gaps: Go easy on him, please. Hes had a rough few decades... And so we discover that the Runiverse is in trouble. That many Wizards, that much magic, that many snarling Familiars. It was bound to go wrong. Some want peace. Some want partitioned existence (Border Control!). Some want power with hierarchy. And some, like the Necromancer, want Complete and Utter Domination.\n\n~\n\nBecause the Wizards interface with our world is crude and new, the Necromancer isnt absolutely sure hes correctly evaluated the full power of our three misfits, but regardless, he still has high hopes for their ability to gain the influence of all the Wizards, and bend the Wizard population to his will.\n\n~"}
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{"id": "ae84b49f-b32d-4567-9149-dca9b7a7824b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:45.652", "backgroundColor": "#ffbaad", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme6KYgYKW25RgSqyoCtZP2qKN4iLw14KTF8hvxdYGUt24", "txHash": "0xd5217bd177fec63d2944b619a53688e683cf1196bfa244be101977cdf0f07334", "createdAtBlock": 14696573, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4733, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXcMkBeYGX6Cpjc6ZZLX7WztpD4RHzG8gsYhRCYvqBQmR", "name": "Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice", "text": "# Grasp, pull, mix.  \nLore galore is what you need.  \nWords and sounds is what you feed.  \nBe yourself, don't deny,  \nshake a thing, don't comply.  \n.  \nBeer, sage and bread,  \ncome to me, enjoy my Stead.  \nSwing the love, carry my seed,  \nno matter what they say, you'll  always be my Lead.  \n.  \n.  \nTo you, my Love.  \nX"}
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{"id": "25732471-4df1-404d-990f-cba51c1b02ee-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:25.219", "backgroundColor": "#74302d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdUgSn4XjfNXC7DXgPSc6qUdRrktiED7iSdPvmsgDBQ7s", "txHash": "0x26f9999eb29cbf1bca0bbd43234176585477378960d75fc5c818b405950d1854", "createdAtBlock": 14678654, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2879, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNSLAeDX346AjSCVUrbD1YCBYRJz4hH3RLUVbAmx67VNz", "name": "Battle Mage Robert of the Fey", "text": "# Battle Mage Robert, Lord of the Fey\n\nRobert, a retired wolverine, well versed in physical fighting as well as Magic. Now a slow and peaceful life with his snail. Known as **Holy Monk Robert**, *Patron of freedom and epitome of Magic*.\n\nPeople gasp when mentioning his name. Tales tell he used to imbue his wolverine claws with magic, but to control his bloodlust, he only uses his Staff.\n\nThe golden cloak was awarded to Robert for protecting the Runiverse by slaying the **Citrine Dragon**, which burned down many castles across the magic lands.\n\n> \"I hereby declare, Sir Robert as the Battle Mage, and Holy Monk of our Land, and will reward him with the golden cloak, made from the scales of the Citrine Dragon.\" - King of Runiverse\n\n## Rumours\nRumors claim that **Holy Monk Robert** single-handedly banished 3 forgotten beasts, and feed the flesh to his snail. After which, the snail gained magical abilities and could turn into a little magical elf as a sidekick during battle. \n\n\nSigned off,"}
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{"id": "eeee4b90-4b60-474d-917b-4f91c9a930a3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:28.676", "backgroundColor": "#891e06", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFHc167HBSCPfBJ4o9PG5LhMvDC6Qk5bkcP9PMhxi8eD", "txHash": "0x0a9c12b39f4085fc8e1ec4364812ad22063945cad978c0fb199c98ff6e8f3e27", "createdAtBlock": 14679626, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8437, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon", "text": "Lore of Love\n\nA brief story about a simple wizard and his deeds\n\n@wizard8437 was sitting in the local tavern thinking about his love again. He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved the secret tavern of the province. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a shining figure of @wizard6553.\n\nSamuel gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, energetic, beer drinker with charming hands and a huge rose. His friends saw him as a brave, stingy simple wizard.\n\nSamuel grabbed his eternal rose that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As he stepped outside and Illusionist Thana came closer, he could see the better glint in her eye. Illusionist Thana gazed with affection and whispered;\n\n> \"I love you and I want to have baby wizards with you.\"\n\nBattle Mage Samuel of the Canyon looked back, even more nervous and still fingering his humongous rose and replied;\n>\"Illusionist Thana you are the source of my Dreams, eternal Love,\" \n\n\nThey looked at each other relaxed, like two confused wizards devotion at hollows eve, flute music playing in the background and two drunken kobolds enjoying to the beat."}
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{"id": "6051ac6b-1e00-4059-a7c2-e926c1fa260e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:30.061", "backgroundColor": "#030c30", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWUZjSfy6mHRP6TnNFn8Rfj31YjFxJoQTKdAHeQTKJyJt", "txHash": "0xf4e77ab7e03133d66be8eba504f9de1b75d0672c4a1b3c8d2cc0c2a4b7d643e3", "createdAtBlock": 14681410, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2242, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "https://i.imgur.com/rqptcBc.png", "name": "Archmagus Amir of the Oasis", "text": "# Le Mage Hibou\n\nIl tait une fois, lointain dans une fort perdue, un mage nomm Amir, maitre de l'oasis Oakfell, ternelle source de vie et d'abondance. Malgr une enfance perue normale par plusieurs, Amir fut face  son destin ds un trs jeune ge.\n\n> \"Le destin, un voisin certes\"\n> *Amir of the Oasis*\n\n# Le Passage\nlev par son pre Zvan, n'ayant jamais connu sa mre, Amir vcu la majorit de sa vie autour de l'oasis Oafkell de son village. L'oasis est la seule source d'eau des gens entourant l'oasis et est vue divine et sacre. L'eau de l'oasis ne fut jamais but directement par personne, on racontait qu'elle tait toxique. Il y avait un procd avant de la boire. Tout cela fonctionnait jusqu'au jour...\n\nUne attaque dploye par le clan des Crows pour saisir l'oasis arriva. Son pre ainsi que plusieurs soldats tombrent au combat. Amir dut oblig de reculer vers l'oasis avec la sorcire du village, Vadime.\n\nVu le nombre diminuant et les chances de survie quasi nulle, la sorcire dcida de lui dire qu'il tait un sorcier ultra puissant et qu'il devait boire de l'oasis immdiatement. Rticent  boire l'eau prohibe depuis si longtemps, Amir ne vu aucune autre solution, les soldats ennemis se rapprochaient vers le dernier camp de l'oasis, le mage ennemi se rapprocha."}
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{"id": "058f55b0-fab9-43e5-8dd4-e03002619693-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-16T03:09:04.747", "backgroundColor": "#4e244e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNMiEp9AN61GQg3T8XUfLg9QfgvyVnTGpzmyqvhtQ8nsn", "txHash": "0xa6b47503acb5c9fa19b8b743a22c2ecea2ea6b97af013be344d6c6ba8417f631", "createdAtBlock": 15151207, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6234, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lich Despot Pandora of the Spike", "text": "This soul's lore is dedicated to the one and only Brennen.eth!\n\n\nThis wizard was my very first wizard and a gift from a close friend as my entrance into the cult (hi demos). As I was starting to learn my way around web3, I got my wallet comprimised, as many eager newbies do. Lost it all, and Enchanter Pandora of the Marsh ended abandoned in the NFTX vault.\n\nBrennen actually saved her from the vault to burn for one of our D&D game storylines. The original plan was to burn WHILE we were playing, which would have been absolutely unreal!\n\nHowever, plans changed on July 14, 2022 at roughly 6:21 PM PST. I had survived the OpenSea layoffs, and we were going to burn her to lift the mood. Oh boy, did the mood get lifted. \n\nAfter burning her, he sent her back to me. I actually had gotten my stolen wizard back after all of this time. I cried, guys, I cried A LOT. Like who even does that?? Brennen, that's who. \n\nSo now, I'm retiring my previous wizard, and going full in on this soul, and will be co-creating the lore with one of Brennen's warriors, so stay tuned for an epic tale of love, loss and redemption!!\n\n\n-- emmaleigh.eth\n\t\n\n\n\n\nHolders can see the original event here:\nhttps://discord.com/channels/853432452181262346/903730142155788388/997311887190540380"}
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{"id": "cebe4b5c-2445-42f4-85f9-85166d36eed6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:32.359", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmatjt8L4Udo3se8iukPRTfokKZZ3XJnbRppuynzGoVeAM", "txHash": "0xb18778f2e6015cf89222a08b297b171797fcd1a1741dfc4c0ed26e34f3def8ee", "createdAtBlock": 14822066, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3874, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dexter Conqueror of the Sunrise", "text": "Dexter has the name of a massive nerd, but the soul of a mighty warrior. Growing up, he watched tapes of an animated series called Dragonball Z that his mom purchased at an interdimensional flea market. He knew immediately that he wanted to grow up to be like the protagonist, Son Goku. To Dexter's great disappointment, nature did not endow him with the gift of magic, which meant he would never be able to produce energy blasts no matter how hard he trained. Thus, he trained his body instead to become the ultimate fighting machine.\n\nToday, Dexter is a dauntless warrior with abs of steel, expertise in ten different martial arts, and extensive knowledge of both ranged and melee weaponry. He also dyes his hair blond to match Goku in Super Saiyan mode (his mom even made him an orange and blue karate uniform to complete the look). If you're a villain hell-bent on world domination, you better watch out for Dexter, because he will kick your butt, even though he has weird habits of taking a really long time to power up and saying the name of each of his attacks before he launches them.\n\nKrillin the Hyena: When Dexter was a little boy, Krillin tried to eat him.  Little did the hapless hyena know it had not been contending with an ordinary human child, but a future Forgotten Runes Warrior...instead of an easy lunch, the hyena instead got beaten to a pulp. However, there was no hard feelings as Dexter realized his attacker had simply been acting out of hunger (he saves his wrath for villains hell-bent on world domination), so he split his peanut butter and jelly sandwich with Krillin. The two instantly became best friends and continue to go on many adventures together to this day."}
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{"id": "cdc374aa-4648-4df3-88e8-833d2ebe773c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:55.784", "backgroundColor": "#7b2521", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcHwcV2ouv58h5x8kHmSUMeshgwTGQf6YLXFCjH58gcrp", "txHash": "0x0177791f71b492ab9447faf46801b5f1bea90565d627b7dc82592ffa414749c7", "createdAtBlock": 14701009, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3652, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Fortune Teller Marceline of the Tower", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\n\nI can see the future and it looks bright for all the Forgotten Wizards. We will not be forgotten much longer that is very clear to me when I look forward into the future.\nMy fox is a boy named Milo and he adds clarity to my fortuning telling ability.\nI am friendly with Wizard #694 we drink her potions together when looking for the real truth and much need wisdom and guidance."}
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{"id": "f914331d-0aa5-4ac1-a4f0-9cb7dbb00cf2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:03.166", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b23", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS9MQfTjAW5zRqZrc5o4EvGudrUNyiJBs5bdXcUZrX8tc", "txHash": "0x277fea40d519a3f4064f36b0c1ae52c5f3f8855597be71ddd14e8a2d2866cc43", "createdAtBlock": 14705547, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8315, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Zaros of the Veil", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nDruid Zaros of the Veil was born in with many health problems (Which are usually fatal for Wizards). \n\nHowever, his father was an intelligent man who had the best medicine and magic in all of the Runiverse. This lead him to grow up stronger and more wise than your average Wizard.\n\nAs soon as he turned of age, he left his home in search of knowledge. Accompanied by his  Green Elven Cloak. He left and traveled the four corners of the Runiverse, learning magic and much more.\n\nZaros is a kind and gentle Wizard who is always willing to help others (Despite his manly appearance). He has since retired from adventuring and has returned to his childhood home to study and teach others."}
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{"id": "3c3fa8b1-fe91-4ed2-b932-b0471989733c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:06.292", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDoPyhpaXWfcEnN1yLMTN6hHefE2cQt1EV5LxUbVqsRm", "txHash": "0x131ec17d644ff52a3e710be989c625eb99799a59198ae6081853dfb35542fd95", "createdAtBlock": 14708640, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 224, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Beetle the Faithful", "text": "## \n# How Beetle Gained Her Freedom, Pt 1\n\n\n\nIt is said that there are some Wizards throughout the Runiverse that are specifically known as Seekers of Truth, the truth being a knowledge of objective reality. Many moons ago, a knowledge-seeking but covetous tyrant wished to possess himself of this truth. He was called Grabbabash, a great Goblin Lord of the Wood. Grabbabash had come to a decision that truth was something which Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium ought be forced to tell him.\n\nXiaobo was arrested and brought, along with his onyx wolf familiar, Sharpe, to Grabbabash's court. \"I have commanded that the truths which you know, Wizard, are to be told to me in words which I understand, otherwise your life is forfeit!\" bellowed Grabbabash from his throne.\n\nXiaobo shifted his weight for a moment, dusted himself off, and then answered, \"Do you observe in this chivalric Court the universal custom whereby if an arrested person tells the truth in answer to a question and that truth does not inculpate him, he is released to freedom?\"\n\n\"Hmph. That is so as so,\" said the Lord, after pausing to think for a moment. Xiaobo glanced about the Court as Grabbabash contemplated the question, noticing a Wood Wizard present in the crowd.\n\n\"I call upon all of you here present to witness this, by the honor of our Lord,\" said Xiaobo, \"as I will now tell you not one truth, but three.\"\n\n\"We must also be satisfied,\" said Grabbabash, \"that what you claim to be these truths are, in fact, truth. The proof...must accompany the telling, Wizard,\" he said, pointing a meaty finger at Xiaobo."}
{"id": "3c3fa8b1-fe91-4ed2-b932-b0471989733c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:06.292", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDoPyhpaXWfcEnN1yLMTN6hHefE2cQt1EV5LxUbVqsRm", "txHash": "0x131ec17d644ff52a3e710be989c625eb99799a59198ae6081853dfb35542fd95", "createdAtBlock": 14708640, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 224, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Beetle the Faithful", "text": "\"For such a Lord as you,\" said Xiaobo, \"to whom we can give not one truth but three, we can also give truths which will be self-evident.\"\n\nFor the first time that day, Grabbabash smiled. The Wizard of the Wood among the Court began watching more intently.\n\n\"The first truth,\" said the Monk, \"is - I am he who is called Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium. The second is that you have agreed to release me if I tell the truth. The third is that you wish to know the truth as you conceive it.\"\n\nGrabbabash narrowed his eyes, cocked his brow, and began to process what Xiaobo had said. The goblins in the Court began chattering. Before the Goblin Lord had a chance to react, Xiaobo spoke up, \"And if you would, My Lord - it would be most gracious of you to replace my horse, Auburn Hare the Swift, as he was eaten by your soldiers whom brought me to you.\"\n\nThe Goblin Lord looked as if he was caught off guard, and also as if he felt cheated. Xiaobo's familiar, Sharpe, looked up and glanced back and forth between the Wizard and the Lord. \"Hmph...\", Grabbabash shifted in his throne above Xiaobo and the rest of the Court, cracking his knuckles as he thought. \"Your truth...\", the Lord glared and pointed again at Xiaobo and found himself at a loss for words.\n\nA hush fell over the Court. Grabbabash slammed his right fist down upon his right armrest and started laughing. The Court remained quiet, as the Lord's laughter trailed off and he cleared his throat."}
{"id": "3c3fa8b1-fe91-4ed2-b932-b0471989733c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:06.292", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWDoPyhpaXWfcEnN1yLMTN6hHefE2cQt1EV5LxUbVqsRm", "txHash": "0x131ec17d644ff52a3e710be989c625eb99799a59198ae6081853dfb35542fd95", "createdAtBlock": 14708640, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 224, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Beetle the Faithful", "text": "\"By this Court, you are released,\" Grabbabash uttered with a mixture of disgust and entertainment on his large and scarred face. \"As for your horse,\" Grabbabash pretended to not look angry for a moment as he continued, \"and as for your truths, Wizard...I hope your release finds my graciousness self-evident.\" the Lord said with smug smile.\n\nXiaobo solemnly bowed and said, \"Long may Grabbabash reign.\" The rest of the Court clamored and began chanting this in repetition."}
{"id": "e6531130-433f-4081-9e88-5fd977f65b72-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:07.795", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSE3i2PAg9HxDZsi9qdg9igQjskjzqNB3STfcsPQUJEE", "txHash": "0xefdd9789acbbce738445f73520280333466ef6d1436e809e0c63e262d304b2b0", "createdAtBlock": 14708704, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1569, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Cairon of the Palms", "text": "# Chapter 1\nI grew up with nothing, cheating and stealing where I could. All Ive ever earned was a target on my back and a bad reputation. Eventually, I found myself on the run from the wrong kind of people. In a tavern, I met a wizard that promised a way out. With nowhere else to turn, I reluctantly agreed. The wizard took me to his study and performed a ritual to switch my face with the face of another person of a similar build. Now I go off into the world with a new identity and a chance to start over. Or so I thought... (The face I wear has its history too). I cant remember what I looked like before the ritual. The wizard lied and told me that it wasnt possible to switch back. I cant entirely remember my life before this but I know that there are people after me and they wont stop until they find me. Im not sure who I can trust, or if anyone can be trusted at all. I have to be careful who I talk to and what I say. I have to watch my back constantly in case someone is following me. The only thing that I can do is keep moving and hope that someday I find a way to switch back. I am a master of deception and I use my skills to get what I want. I can be charming and convincing when I need to be. I am also a skilled liar and I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. I am not above cheating or stealing if it means getting ahead. I am always looking for an opportunity to make a quick profit. I am a survivor and I will do whatever it takes to stay alive.\n\n# Chapter 2"}
{"id": "e6531130-433f-4081-9e88-5fd977f65b72-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:07.795", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSE3i2PAg9HxDZsi9qdg9igQjskjzqNB3STfcsPQUJEE", "txHash": "0xefdd9789acbbce738445f73520280333466ef6d1436e809e0c63e262d304b2b0", "createdAtBlock": 14708704, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1569, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Cairon of the Palms", "text": "# Chapter 2\n\nI was conscripted to join the army, but it was a sham. I and a couple of others were lured into an ambush by bandits. Though outnumbered, our group managed to fend them off. Unfortunately, only I survived the ordeal and managed to escape before the bandits got any more reinforcements, though not without taking a valuable item the bandits were after. Now I am on the run hoping to lure the bandits away from home. I have been on the run for weeks now, and the bandits are getting closer and closer. I need to find a way to lose them before they catch up to me. \n\n# Chaper 3\n\nAfter making it to safety, I was a village priest. Births, deaths, rites of passage. Holy cow, was it boring! I renounced my vows and moved on. I've never suffered from this: the gods have never wrought revenge upon me. I get the feeling they don't care, or they're not there. Some of the things I learned (healing, counseling) have proved pretty useful. I've worked as a soldier, a mercenary, and many other jobs. I've lived in cities, on farms, and in the wilderness. I've been an adventuring hero (woohoo!) and just now a wizard's apprentice. There are many more things to do in life than sit around chanting prayers to imaginary gods. The gods, if they exist, have never shown themselves to me. They have not intervened to help or hinder me in any way. I live my life as I see fit and do not worry about their judgment. Why do people believe in gods? I don't know. Maybe it makes them feel better. Maybe they're afraid of death and hope that the gods will protect them from it. Maybe they're just stupid. I don't know and it doesn't really matter to me.\n\n# Chapter 4"}
{"id": "e6531130-433f-4081-9e88-5fd977f65b72-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:07.795", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSE3i2PAg9HxDZsi9qdg9igQjskjzqNB3STfcsPQUJEE", "txHash": "0xefdd9789acbbce738445f73520280333466ef6d1436e809e0c63e262d304b2b0", "createdAtBlock": 14708704, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1569, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Cairon of the Palms", "text": "# Chapter 4\n\nI fell into life-threatening trouble one day exploring some ruins close to town. There I found a strange altar with an old woman sitting behind it. She said she could help me escape if I promise to serve her. I am pretty sure she's a god, but she won't tell me her name, or what she's the god of. She shows up sometimes and points, and whatever she points at, I must somehow acquire and leave behind in certain ruins. Her tastes are getting kind of extravagant. The other day she pointed at a beautiful golden statue in the window of the local lord's manor. I snuck in that night and stole it, but when I brought it to her altar, she only laughed and said \"That's not what I wanted.\" The god I've stumbled upon is likely a trickster god, one who delights in playing games with mortals. Be careful what you agree to, as you may find yourself in over your head. If you want to try and figure out what this god wants, pay attention to any clues they give you when they appear. You may also want to consult with a local priest or shaman to see if they have any insight into the matter.\n\n# Chapter 5"}
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{"id": "9f3f31b5-bf4b-4a24-9bd4-ca2d205fa14a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:44:55.519", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbKPd6FP3CyhTDy4PkwerrCCkkyS8soRTJoe15BALvM21", "txHash": "0x51b163a255cb6489338434f8aff838dfd5d74b9adf8c5a4ddc1f3bda1fa4cced", "createdAtBlock": 14706515, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3438, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Brutus of the Grotto", "text": "If I go east, He is not there,\n\nand if I go west, I cannot find Him.\n\nWhen He is at work in the north, I cannot behold Him;\n\nwhen He turns to the south, I cannot see Him.\n\nYet He knows the way I have taken;\n\nwhen He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.\n\nMy feet have followed in His tracks;\n\nI have kept His way without turning aside.\n\nI have not departed from the command of His lips;\n\nI have treasured the words of His mouth\n\nmore than my daily bread.\n\nBut He is unchangeable, and who can oppose Him?\n\nHe does what He desires.\n\nFor He carries out His decree against me,\n\nand He has many such plans.\n\nTherefore I am terrified in His presence;\n\nwhen I consider this, I fear Him.\n\nGod has made my heart faint;\n\nthe Almighty has terrified me.\n\nYet I am not silenced by the darkness,\n\nby the thick darkness that covers my face."}
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{"id": "e90ae099-96f6-41b9-beed-99f1129c1c3c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:28:50.925", "backgroundColor": "#3D2912", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTnqVSxPnXBKdSKoKoHhSked2SF68nZK7RVYDXoSgdxPw", "txHash": "0x01fca1e3de603d8f9cca303c6bceebf5db3f8476b0c491412eb35270c4df48e4", "createdAtBlock": 13516951, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4553, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdDYNNwQUtjGtL5xQHGL7qJsnkPj7JH7MKHKQxaxZbuXX", "name": "Pyromancer Eden ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Eden\n\n \n\nEden always liked fire. Since he was little, he was passionate about seeing the ways he mold the fire. He noticed that its color and intensity varied depending on the matter that was burned.\n\nAt the age of five he burned dead animals to distinguish the different flames according to the beast that burned. Then he decided to burn live animals.\n\nAt age seven he burned his parents alive. He watched, stunned and dumbfounded, as the flames consumed their bodies and their home. His neighbors still remember that boy standing, watching the fire. Nobody could explain what was the reason for the smile on his face.\n\nNobody blamed him, everyone believed that he was one more victim of the fire. A wizard named Ulysses took pity on him and took him in. A small beast that lived in Ulysses' basement, a topaz slime, approached Eden attracted by his magical power. Seeing that the little boy had a talent for magic, the old wizard decided to teach the boy.\n\nEden learned fast and furious, and when old Ulysses wasn't looking, he enjoyed mastering the pyromancy under the watchful gaze of his slime. He grew up and soon became a young master capable of creating and mastering fire, conducting alchemical studies and experiments in secret, housed in an abandoned forest cabin. He kidnapped living beings, such as cattle or pets, which he mutilated and consumed their parts with different types of flames to study all the nuances. When animals were no longer useful to him, Eden began experimenting with people."}
{"id": "e90ae099-96f6-41b9-beed-99f1129c1c3c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:28:50.925", "backgroundColor": "#3D2912", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTnqVSxPnXBKdSKoKoHhSked2SF68nZK7RVYDXoSgdxPw", "txHash": "0x01fca1e3de603d8f9cca303c6bceebf5db3f8476b0c491412eb35270c4df48e4", "createdAtBlock": 13516951, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4553, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdDYNNwQUtjGtL5xQHGL7qJsnkPj7JH7MKHKQxaxZbuXX", "name": "Pyromancer Eden ", "text": "He learned to make the Dragon Firework, a powerful weapon capable of creating an explosion many meters away in a few seconds. One day, when he was practicing with that weapon, its explosion was seen by Ulysses. Going to see what happened, he came across Eden's lair and his wicked experiments. The two wizards clashed, and Eden managed to overcome old Ulysses by reducing his skeleton to ashes, without showing the slightest bit of regret. Then he took his things and left town.\n\nHe went from city to city, offering his knowledge in pyromancy in the different universities that were there, and always found work as a teacher. In his spare time, he kept experimenting. His laboratory was guarded by igneous traps and fire elementals. Nobody wondered why there were so many students who \"dropped out\" in the middle of the year.\n\n*************************************************************************\n\nThe End of Pyromancer Eden?\n\n*************************************************************************\n\nAxel was a promising young man, a member of the family that ruled the city, a nephew of the governor. Humble, modest and gentle, he wanted to use his magical arts to help the people.\n\nHe entered the university to learn to master regenerative magic, under another name to avoid favoritism and demand the same as the others in his studies. He acquired a forged identity and posed as a young farmer with no family.\n\nEden saw that young man and believing that no one would miss him, he kidnapped him. He started playing as he always did by burning small parts of his body until Axel fainted from all the inscrutable pain. Eden healed him so he could keep playing with him a little longer."}
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{"id": "b3fc6b2f-f0d2-4eae-b0de-e4766eb9c2bc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:23.445", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVP7BUG4mCitJWLphLHSPRVyStgP2ZjvLD8YxHAC56ufq", "txHash": "0x0e4a9f7718dc35666e2c77a6ba5b3553c4715b90d81eb73b162bdcd2e211bb55", "createdAtBlock": 14711506, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2726, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Azahl of the Wild", "text": "# The story of Azahl of the Wild\n\n## A tale of bravery and ambition.\n\nAzahl was born to a family of roving fortune-tellers who swindled townsfolk out of their silver. Their trick was to strike fear into their victims with conjured tales of terrible misfortune that would befall them. The only way to stave off disaster was with a protection spell that only the family could bestowfor the right price. Azahl grew up observing the treachery his family spread and longed for a greater life than what was set out for him.\n\n\nOne day he learned of a great Sorcerer who resided at the top of a nigh-impossible to scale mountain top who granted wishes for those bold enough to seek him out. The trip up the mountain nearly cost Azahl his life. His wish was to truly be able to peer into the future so he could beat his family and their own game. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the Sorcerer used his powers to grant Azahl his wish, and gifted him a vial of virgin's blood. The blood would become the source of Azahl's new powers and from then on, he would never part with it."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "# Chapter 1: Witness to a Spell Gone Wrong\nBasil of the Astral Plane collapsed into his high-backed chair and puffed out his cheeks. The caduceus in his hand still trembled from the cosmic forces that had flowed up the staff into his mind. He stroked the two snakes that twisted around the winged staff. Slowly, the intricately carved serpents settled back into their usual position and solidified, all trace of animation vanishing.  \n\nNow that the staff was no longer controlling their Dream Quest, Vortex came out of her trance. The bulky snails eye stalks popped out from the interior of her shell, and she waved them anxiously in Basils direction.  \n\nOh yes, my dear, I know. Very worrying indeed. Yes hmm A lot to ponder, dont you agree?  \n\nBasil steepled his fingers under his chin, and prepared himself for a good, long think. Vortex settled herself down next to his foot and began to hum pensively.   \n\nThe magnitude of what they had just seen was hard for the ancient Magus to comprehend. The key to the Seventh Realm shattered? And seven hundred and seventy-seven copies somehow blasted across the Runiverse!  \n\nWell seven hundred and seventy-six. Voidoth had one of the copies. Thankfully the Key Master had managed to reclaim the original key, or who knew what further atrocities the Voidlord might have conjured up. A pity that the Necromancer had escaped into the Void.  \n \nNeither Basil nor even the Key Master himself were able to gain entry into that dreadful realm of the dead. A pity, yes, but at least the spell had failed."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "Basil took no pleasure in seeing even the most dastardly wizard burned out by their own spell, but he was willing to make an exception for the Great Lord of the Void. He tutted in displeasure. So many good witches and wizards sacrificed  and for what? A chance at revenge on a world of magic-makers? Most of them knew nothing of the terrible experiment that had brought the cyborg into existence.  \n\nSacrificed yet not dead. Of that, he was sure. He had felt their essences  each and every one of them  shrunken and crushed beneath the oppression of the Quantum Shadow; stripped of their worldly husks; reduced to their ethereal form. And trapped inside the shadowkeys.  \n\nThat name had manifested itself suddenly in his mind during the Dream Quest, as he floated with Vortex above the lip of the valley, witness to the carnage  helpless onlookers as the spell went horribly wrong. It was an apt name, shadowkey. Imbued with the ethereal imprints of the magic-makers whose souls were trapped inside the copies. Tainted by the Quantum Shadow itself. What were they capable of? Could the shadowkeys be used to unlock the Gate to the Seventh Realm?   \n\nA lot to ponder, indeed."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "A lot to ponder, indeed.  \n\n# Chapter 2: A Coating of Astral Slime\nBasil stepped dreamily through the portal as the afterimage of his Water Rune faded from sight. The vast, tranquil waters of Dream Master Lake stretched all around as far as the eye could see. To the north, the jagged peaks rose into the clouds, where lay the Gate to the Seventh Realm. To the northeast, Blue Wizard Bastion sat at the top of a green hill, surrounded by scattered outcrops of speckled white and grey rocks. The massive blocky castle of dazzling blue stone dominated the landscape, looming over even the tallest of the sprawling citys fantastical skyscrapers  extravagant symbols of the technological prowess of the wizard guild presiding over the city.  \n\nBasil scratched his bearded chin. How did he get here? He looked around the sparsely vegetated isle. The edges of his vision blurred and wavered weirdly. Behind him, the portal shimmered and faded, leaving nothing behind but a large boulder engraved with a number of symbols. As well as his own Rune of Water, he picked out the mark of Neptune  so common amongst the aquatic wizards of Atlantis. Basil chuckled. Now that had been quite a Dream Quest. Those water folk sure knew how to party. Dream Quest? Something tugged at the back of his memory. Something else tugged at his robe.  \n\nHe looked down in confusion. What was this snail that had managed to wrap its mouthparts around the fabric? The creature was tugging at it insistently and  to be fair  rather forcefully for what was essentially a large sentient foot wearing a helmet. Basil stifled a groan of disgust. Snail slime all over my favourite green robe!  \n\nDream Quest slime snail."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "Dream Quest slime snail. \n\nHeavens to Bartleby, not again! he slapped his forehead in disbelief. These episodes were becoming worryingly frequent. Had the Infinity Veils influence truly weakened to such an extent that he couldnt even recognise Vortex, his own familiar? He huffed in exasperation. This whole Psychic Leap situation was getting way out of hand.  \n\nBasil bent down and stroked Vortex lovingly, leaning on his caduceus for support. So sorry my dear, you know how it creeps up on me. The snail nodded sagely and stretched her rubbery body upwards, rubbing herself against his temples one at a time. As her astral slime coated his skin his vision began to clear, and then his mind snapped sharply back into focus. He would soon have to pay another visit to Galateas dreams, to see how she was getting on with her research. She too seemed awfully forgetful these days. Such a pity that Vortexs slime didnt seem to have any effects on the symptoms of other Purple Wizards.   \n\nNow that his mental clarity had returned, Basil strode forward with purpose. Vortex shimmied along over the ground, keeping pace with the lanky Magus. Here in the corporeal world she lacked the exceptional speed that she could produce on the Astral Plane, but she was still a damn sight more agile than most animals when she wanted to be.   \n\nAs they got to the waters edge, Basil summoned his Water Rune once more. Spreading his palms out to either side, he expanded the luminous triangle and then tilted it forward until it rested on the mirrored surface of the lake. As he stepped onto the triangles surface, its form hardened. Vortex scooted herself onboard and the rune-vessel raised its nose slightly into the air as they began to zip across the water. It was time to visit the Dream Whisperer."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "# Chapter 3: The Dream Whisperers Folly\nAs Basil and Vortex made their way through the vast halls of the Bastion towards the quarters of Soran of Dreams, the wizard mentally prepared himself for the meeting with the Archmagus. It often took all his patience to deal with the man. Normally, he would have visited Soran in the Dream Realm, but it felt as though this time it warranted a meeting in the physical world. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. He never felt totally comfortable in the heart of the Blue Wizards domain. Not that they were currently openly hostile to the Purples, but still you never knew with these technologists, always chopping and changing, chasing the latest fads. The Cosmic Arcanist grimaced. Technology was just so cold and heartless! Not like the old magic. \n\nApproaching Sorans quarters, he gathered his thoughts one last time. It had been many long years now since Voidoths misguided spell had spawned the shadowkeys and blasted back the Quantum Shadow momentarily, breaching its dark magic and allowing Sacred Key Master to briefly penetrate its murky boundaries and retrieve the key to the Seventh Realm.   \n\nNot much had been heard of the Necromancer since that time, but recently there had been stirrings in the Valley of the Void Disciple. The last time Basil tapped into the Dream Realm via the Astral Plane, Soran had told him that he thought he could access the Lord of the Voids dreams. The Archmagus had always been arrogant and reckless! Basil had tried to dissuade him, but the Dream Whisperer had paid no heed. Basil hoped he had arrived in time; that Soran had not already attempted this folly.  \n\n`*`"}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "`*`\n\nThe chamber was dark. As Basil shoved the thick door open, light flooded across the floor, illuminating the Dream Whisperers translucent form reclining on a fancifully worked chaise longue beneath heavily-curtained windows. The Arcanist hurried over, readying his caduceus  Soran had already entered the Dream Realm, but if Basil acted fast, he might still be able to extract him.  \n\nThe Dream Whisperers soul was currently in limbo, half in the waking world and half  if he had gone ahead with his madcap plan  in the deranged dreams of a psychopathic cyborg. Basil cast his hand over the caduceus and the snakes came to life, twining themselves around the staff and up over its winged head. He hurriedly picked up Vortex, who dripped luminescent slime on the plush indigo carpet as he lowered the golden knob of the caduceus and touched it to Sorans forehead.   \n\nThe metal passed through the Archmaguss insubstantial forehead and Basil felt his consciousness flow down the length of the rod. He could feel the Astral swirls of Vortexs shell pulsing with energy; bright light seared his eyes in a sudden flash and left him blinking and disoriented, overwhelmed by the nightmarish scene.  \n\nGutted buildings leaned over the rubble-filled street, sparks flying from the splayed ends of wires and cables that hung from the stilted frames like entrails. The darkness was ablaze with orange flames as the city silently burned."}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "Basil cursed under his breath he had overshot the Astral Plane and ended up within the cyborgs dream, rather than viewing it from a safe distance. Well, there was nothing else for it now, Sorans life could be hanging in the balance. He let Vortexs slime squelch between his fingers, felt the power surge, and they flashed to the top of the hill, where the smouldering ruins of the Bastion lay in heaps strewn across the blackened grass.  \n\nBlue-robed corpses littered the hillside, bloodied and crushed beneath the fallen rubble. From the bowels of the city below, a siren blared. The Lord of the Voids dreams were predictable  his thirst for revenge against the Blue Wizards was all-consuming  yet it made them no less horrifying.  \n\nBasil picked his way cautiously over the wreckage. Three of the castles innermost walls still stood, though the fourth had been blasted outward, leaving the interior facing him like a theatre stage. The cyborg stood in the centre of it all, bony fingers outstretched as he lashed at Archmagus Soran with his dark magic. The Dream Whisperers high-pitched screams suddenly filled Basils ears.  \n\nToo late, we hold no control here! Impossible to control the dreams of a machine!  \n\nThe cyborg turned his head slowly Basils eyes widened. Another mistake, and this one could be fatal. He had come too close, mesmerised by it all. In that microsecond, he saw his own face frozen in horror, reflected in the visor of the skeletal Voidlord. The cyborg grinned and raised a hand towards the Arcanist.  \n  \n`*`"}
{"id": "f39c82b3-2c45-4bea-9437-cc5ff25b1168-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:24.207", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmReZ9sUXpiMYXVkeSuszWFLVPARRi9Qyiqt8s41pkqP5w", "txHash": "0x06d7379207b13fdfb9a8aba48d79cd0b82587cb951d9e3a76c1816704eafc0d2", "createdAtBlock": 14711520, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 292, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWhUabsqmYHhpEbPVUHy7ovSt86Fc2U9XAufHKmwVAWLx", "name": "Magus Basil of the Astral Plane", "text": "Basil gasped as his body reformed, taking on substance. The snakes writhed around his staff, confused by the sudden consciousness break. Such a sudden and violent transition between Realms was extremely dangerous. Blinding pain lanced at his eyes, and Basil clutched at his head with a long moan. Vortex shook with consternation as the shock of the transition faded.  \n\nThe pain began to subside, and he was finally able to drag himself to a standing position using the caduceus as a crutch, although he was still wobbly on his feet.  \nMagus Basil of the Astral Plane stared grimly down at the empty chaise longue: the Dream Whisperers body was gone.  \n\n \n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard777\n\nPart 1: @wizard4298 \n\nPart 2: @wizard292 \n\nPart 3: @wizard2261 \n\nPart 4: @wizard3911 \n\nPart 5: @wizard1177 \n\nPart 6: @wizard2876"}
{"id": "88381e8a-eec9-496a-b69f-e67dbd50c9c1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.803", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6hLh9gQartzPLsw3xCbqw1fYfF7qzuFouyrPUrBe99i", "txHash": "0x6fda66c3675f313e1489b8ec4d6c0637900f27d1c66c4111954a6294f98271d8", "createdAtBlock": 14711553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3911, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXVSdJ8TY6g4MSizMnffZ5xWPZe3uPPHgzvjxFMkLoYrG", "name": "Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens", "text": "----\nGoliath hunched over the table and pulled his hood low over his eyes. The green cord that usually held back his raven-black hair was safely tucked away in one of the inner pockets of his robe; his bright green cape was bundled up in his pack. It was never a smart idea to flaunt ones allegiance in Goblin Town, no matter its authenticity.  \n\nThe noise of the tavern ebbed and flowed around him. At the end of the bar, a scrawny, heavily inebriated goblin was telling anybody who would listen about how he got his jollies from making regular trips into the Quantum Shadow. His fellow goblins at the bar were bellowing their disbelief. They were unlikely to be his friends  Goliath didnt think that goblins ever really had friends  and from past experience he knew that if the scrawny one didnt shut his gob, the night would quickly become violent.   \n\nThe goblin hiccupped, blinking as he tried to focus on his larger companions, then peered into his empty tankard in disbelief. He began trying to knock a few coins off the price of his next drink; the barkeep was energetic in his counter-arguments.  \n\nGoblins loved to haggle; it was practically a religion to them. The thriving Black Market in the town centre was possibly the Runiverses worst kept secret. But what wizard  councillor or not  would dare to try and shut it down? The Black Market almost single-handedly supported a host of dishonest or down-on-their-luck magic-users, through the illicit trade of potions, spells, artefacts sometimes even Rudimentals.  \n\nA better-kept secret was the alliance the goblins had formed with the bands of brigands who roamed The Thorn and controlled the southern stretches of the road that ran up past Frog Master Marsh and through The Carnival Pass to the lands in the north."}
{"id": "88381e8a-eec9-496a-b69f-e67dbd50c9c1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.803", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6hLh9gQartzPLsw3xCbqw1fYfF7qzuFouyrPUrBe99i", "txHash": "0x6fda66c3675f313e1489b8ec4d6c0637900f27d1c66c4111954a6294f98271d8", "createdAtBlock": 14711553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3911, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXVSdJ8TY6g4MSizMnffZ5xWPZe3uPPHgzvjxFMkLoYrG", "name": "Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens", "text": "Goliath kept an eye on the bar, hoping that things didnt kick off before he could glean more information from the three wizards across the room. If there was one thing that goblins liked even better than haggling, it was fighting. \n\nHe tucked his right hand into the opposite sleeve of his robe and stroked Davinas long, sinewy body. The green asps tongue flickered against his wrist, receiving her orders. She slipped noiselessly from the folds of fabric and along the bench next to him, winding her way up a gap between the wooden pillar and the wall, where the plaster had fallen away in large chunks.  \n\nAs he waited, Goliath turned his attention back to the three wizards. The eldest wore a long, dirty robe, and kept the hood pulled up  like many of those who met in these dives on the seedy side of Goblin Town, away from the prying eyes of the more presentable areas, where the tourists came to get their wares.   \n\nGoliath knew that despite the bushy iron-grey beard covering most of the old magicians pale face, there was not a strand of hair on the top of his shiny head. He had been tailing the elderly traveller since he got off the boat at the town docks the day before. He looked familiar, but Goliath could not place him. The name the magician had given the goblin port guards was certainly an alias  whoever heard of a name like Richard Starkey? Regardless, the identity of anyone using a fake name could be important information for his master."}
{"id": "88381e8a-eec9-496a-b69f-e67dbd50c9c1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.803", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6hLh9gQartzPLsw3xCbqw1fYfF7qzuFouyrPUrBe99i", "txHash": "0x6fda66c3675f313e1489b8ec4d6c0637900f27d1c66c4111954a6294f98271d8", "createdAtBlock": 14711553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3911, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXVSdJ8TY6g4MSizMnffZ5xWPZe3uPPHgzvjxFMkLoYrG", "name": "Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens", "text": "The two younger men with him at the table were both of darker complexions and had the unmistakable lustrous skin of the Atlantis Hydromancers. Goliath recognised Louis of the Field despite the hood shadowing his face: their paths had crossed several times in the reaches of Kelpies Bay. Yet he doubted the dreadlocked Hydromancer would remember him  after all, Goliath had only been a crewmember. It had been Zarq, the smuggler captain, who had tried to swindle Louis.  \n\nThe youngest of the three  a handsome man with a honey-gold face  made no attempt to hide his identity. He sat straight-backed, surveying the room with a challenge in his eye, daring anyone to interfere in his business.  \n\nGoliath averted his face. He did not need to look upwards to know that Davina had by now slithered along the broad ceiling beams that hung low over the room  he could already feel the tell-tale vibrations starting in the tattoo on his wrist. He placed two fingers over the tattoo and closed his eyes, concentrating on the pattern of her signals. Despite how close Davina was to the men, their conversation was still hard to decipher above the din of the rowdy tavern, but broken snippets of speech still found their way to him. Goliath hoped that they would make sense to the First Disciple.  \n\narmies massing at the Falling Star see familiars unholy wiped out seek the Kings aid (the old magician) \n\nwarn your father allegiance I will bring Pillars have made a decision (Louis, speaking to the handsome man) \n\ntake you to Atlantas Pool Atlantis to your aid aggression will not stand  (the handsome man to the magician) \n\nyour debt time to lose (the old magician to the handsome man)"}
{"id": "88381e8a-eec9-496a-b69f-e67dbd50c9c1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:25.803", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf6hLh9gQartzPLsw3xCbqw1fYfF7qzuFouyrPUrBe99i", "txHash": "0x6fda66c3675f313e1489b8ec4d6c0637900f27d1c66c4111954a6294f98271d8", "createdAtBlock": 14711553, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3911, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXVSdJ8TY6g4MSizMnffZ5xWPZe3uPPHgzvjxFMkLoYrG", "name": "Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens", "text": "your debt time to lose (the old magician to the handsome man) \n\nThe two younger men clasped arms and touched their foreheads together. Hushed words passed between them; Davina dangled her head from the beam, trying to catch their whispers, but only muted tones came back through the bond. Then the dreadlocked Hydromancer separated from his companions, weaving his way through the crowded common room and out of sight. \n  \nGoliath hesitated Was what he had learned enough to bother the Necromancer with? The other two men were now heading for the door. Goliath dropped two coins on the table and pushed his way through the crowd. As he passed the table where the men had been sitting he lifted one arm in the air. Davina dropped lithely into his sleeve, twining around his forearm.  \n\nExiting the tavern, he saw the magician and his companion duck into an alley on the other side of the muddy thoroughfare. Louis was nowhere to be seen. Goliath hitched up the hem of his robe and hurried across the street to peer cautiously around the corner of the alley. The more information he could take to Crackerjack, the better.  \n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard777\n\nPart 1: @wizard4298 \n\nPart 2: @wizard292 \n\nPart 3: @wizard2261 \n\nPart 4: @wizard3911 \n\nPart 5: @wizard1177 \n\nPart 6: @wizard2876"}
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{"id": "ee73b546-f25a-4c9f-82a5-b50e50114df4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:58.688", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTW9cJ3GKkbEpoMH7tfaeL1qvbGzbU2j1jAtrREEn8Fq", "txHash": "0x8d49c527d4438a3714fea0d52ea670378eabba938a9ac9fcffe93acb85e2cced", "createdAtBlock": 14724811, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 704, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Jack of the Brambles", "text": "at some point long ago, before you learned your first rune, before you felt the spark of magic in your fingertips, you were lost.\n\nas a child, you found yourself deep in the thorn, fleeing some faceless malevolence. you sprinted into the sharp and twisted darkness until your lungs and your legs felt like fire. free from your nameless foe, you collapsed. but then you were lost, and perhaps worse, you were alone. though the merchants that visited your village had managed to carve their paths through parts of it, your parents spoke of the thorn in hushed tones, and held your hand tightly when walking those paths.\n\nfar from those paths now, your sweat stung in the long scratches you earned on your face and your forearms, having sprinted and panted and clawed deeper and darker into the thorn. you felt the blood trickle down your face and watched as a few droplets found their way to the prickly bed of the skeleton forest. as the thunderous beating of your heart subsided, you could hear the sound of running water somewhere amongst the clattering of the bare branches and brambles in the breeze. you lurched up and stumbled to find it.\n\nyou knelt and rinsed your wounds, none too deep, and drank deeply from the dark water. amid your gulps and gasps you thought you heard a very low murmur. fearful your foe had returned, you froze, though no further sounds but the creaking of withered trees and the rasping sigh of the small creek did reach your ears.\n\neventually, you mustered the courage to move again, and finished bathing and pulling burs and bits of branches from your cloak. a few times more you thought you heard a murmur, or perhaps a hum, or a very low song, but once you stopped to focus, there was no foreign sound, nor movement among the twisted mass of branches."}
{"id": "ee73b546-f25a-4c9f-82a5-b50e50114df4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:58.688", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTW9cJ3GKkbEpoMH7tfaeL1qvbGzbU2j1jAtrREEn8Fq", "txHash": "0x8d49c527d4438a3714fea0d52ea670378eabba938a9ac9fcffe93acb85e2cced", "createdAtBlock": 14724811, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 704, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Jack of the Brambles", "text": "you stood and tried to gather your bearings. the treetops, though bare, were thick overhead, and there was no moon and no stars to guide you.  you stood still for a moment, and then picked a direction to walk in, this time, covering your bare hands with the fringe of your cloak, pushing through the unfriendly foliage, collecting more twigs and burs.\n\nyou walked for what felt like hours, and the thorn merely became darker and denser. the dreary sameness became overbearing, and your steps became less sure. you still hadnt shaken the sound of that song from your mind, and your gait began to match its melody. you started to feel the sharp pains of hunger.\n\namong the brambles, you found some berries, whose juice was the same color as your blood, but were a familiar shape and tasted sweet. carefully, you plucked them one by one and placed them into your mouth. you continued down the sparse bush, stripping it barer, lost in hunger and thought, not noticing that the melody you believed only played in your head grew louder, and the trees began to reflect a strange glow.\n\nwithout warning, suddenly, you were no longer alone  in the same instant you felt the hairs stand on the back of your neck, you felt something brush against your shoulder. you jumped, letting out a yell and spun yourself violently around to find yourself face to face with a large dog who, though standing as tall as you, seemed just as startled by your own sudden movements.\n\nit retreated a few steps, and its expression grew serious, but its ears quickly perked up and it wagged its tail, panted and seemed to smile behind its beady black eyes. you felt your muscles relax, and the dog ventured a few steps closer. you were surprised to notice its large paws seemed to make no sound, treading delicately over the brittle decades of leaves and twigs."}
{"id": "ee73b546-f25a-4c9f-82a5-b50e50114df4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:58.688", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTW9cJ3GKkbEpoMH7tfaeL1qvbGzbU2j1jAtrREEn8Fq", "txHash": "0x8d49c527d4438a3714fea0d52ea670378eabba938a9ac9fcffe93acb85e2cced", "createdAtBlock": 14724811, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 704, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Jack of the Brambles", "text": "it kept a polite distance, and bent its neck forward sniffing, with its tail still wagging with curiosity as it drank in your smells. you finally began to notice the glow among the branches of the trees - at first thinking the morning sun had found them. you extended a hand toward the dog, who eagerly placed its forehead underneath your palm. you scratched behind its ears as you looked around for its pack, or its owner.\n\nthe unnatural glow among the treetops started to quiver, and then dance, and the dog raised its gaze, watching the  interest in the dancing of the shadows amid the canopy.  you glanced upward as well, but this time, noticed a glimpse of the night sky and the crescent moon. you realized that whatever was approaching was not the morning, and again your blood grew cold.\n\nthe low melody that had haunted you through your journey, which you thought only played in your head began to grow loud - so low in pitch you began to feel it vibrate through your entire body. the dog's seemed aware of it as well, and it bolted from underneath your hand, out of sight amid the brambles. again, you found yourself alone.\n\nfear and exhaustion gripping you, instead of running, this time, you shrank. you sat, pulling your hood over your head and the fringe of your cloak around your knees, hugging them tightly. you sought a private darkness away from the eerie glow that flooded the thicket. in this you found calm, and you sat, and waited, and breathed.\n\nthrough the gaps in your cloak by your feet, you saw the dancing glow grow brighter, and the song reached its climax, shaking your whole body. suddenly, it stopped, but the strange light remained. it became silent save the same steady creaking of the trees, and your own shallow breaths. you dared not lift your head."}
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{"id": "f31421d2-9021-4dd1-814c-6a92a901b0e2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:05.151", "backgroundColor": "#220200", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbV9hoNQVS5YZxBeK75tA4bgk1RWxBcsq6MuFV3jzxCkM", "txHash": "0xe4ce0a4e66559d9b3df9b7da9e16108ea5563ab23987940cae7e2398930b365d", "createdAtBlock": 14769221, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 160, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Barley the Lucid", "text": "# The Lore of Barley the Lucid\n\nBarley is a pony of the Earth, and has always known the value of hard work and living in sync with the land. Indeed, Barley's name comes from his proclivity towards the grains of the Earth. This diet makes Barley dependable indeed. In fact, on his adventures he finds that where other steeds slow down due to the intractability of the terrain, with a taste of barley or other grains, his energy doubles and he can go twice as long at double the speed.\n\nBarley's close relationship with the Earth gives him another ability. His lucidity refers to his ability to find clarity in the murkiest of conditions. Where other ponies rely on sight alone, Barley is able to direction-find using the tremors of the earth to guide him. It lets him avoid traps in the terrain and also navigate in hazy conditions.\n\nWhile Barley is generally highly skilled, his best synergies and companionship is with those who are tuned to the Earth."}
{"id": "14d96693-09c6-46d1-939f-795905c62dac-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:02.114", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfAcbnJWUYAUWBKxYDiNbJ41PaVcJa78vCEY3Bov4TJiH", "txHash": "0x2388337355ee6a171f931a19021df193c7401c906632174ed37b89e405a58176", "createdAtBlock": 14767979, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 513, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alyssia Flagellator of the Ridge", "text": "Allysia, a warrior shaman from the Waspa Tribe. Bold, brave, intelligent and pretty much the only chance that her tribe had at preventing full annihilations. \n\nWile the Waspa tribe was fairly peaceful in nature, Allysia had been gifted with the knack of mace and shield combat. Naturally, her skills earned her much fame within the tribe, as she was basically the only one who could fend off...well anything, if we're being honest.\n\nWielding a simple iron flail and a shield empowered by her tribe's magic, Allysia stands guard to the Waspa's holiest of grounds, the wasp breeding site, where the tribe harvests the Wasp Honey used for cures and antidotes that help sustain them.\n\nOne day, the breeding grounds got attacked by a werebear. Allysia was quick to defend the wasps, but quickly realized she met her match. The werebear had almost taken her from this realm when the very wasps she was defending came to her aid.\n\nMany of the precious swarm had been lost, but those who survived became fiercely loyal to their defender, and would come to accompany her at all times. Together, they would keep the Waspa tribe safe from most harm...but that's another story for another time!"}
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{"id": "1fc5ece6-bbb4-458c-b09d-1ff7649573f4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:35.799", "backgroundColor": "#2a010e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcechHf9DW3pMZUnQhEbEQk8368YDUBnDyBmemEaPy8i8", "txHash": "0x8871340978175147e9792d69019cd547e36c6573755d0417a2f8ae0f33604f27", "createdAtBlock": 14827578, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2105, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Zelroth of Mu", "text": "**CLOSE ON A BILLBOARD of the Riviera strip a la Las Vegas. A slogan beneath reads:WHAT HAPPENS IN RIVIERA, STAYS IN RIVIERA.**\n\n*Pan across the barren desert landscape to reveal the real Chronomancers Riviera strip off in the distance as a pony drawn wagon heads into town.*\n\n*Cut to an establishing shot on the strip. Outside, a cluster of stoned wizards, drunk warriors, rowdy implings, kobolds tripping balls, etc.*\n\n*Cut to inside a casino. The clattering of coins, bells ringing, and fantasy themed slot machines spinning. Find a scantily clad* @warrior890 *makes her way to a* BLACKJACK TABLE *where a group of drunken, boisterous* BARE-CHESTED WARRIORS *are celebrating with* @wizard2105 *, bushy beard and giant staff. The* BLACKJACK DEALER *is* @wizard7825 \n\nWARRIORS  \nRiviera, baby, Riviera! \n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nreveals an ace and jack of spades\n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK      \nBlackjack. \n\n*As Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock shuffles the cards, Ashanti of Avalon notices Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, with bushy beard and giant staff, sitting at the table.* \n\nASHANTI OF AVALON  \nCan I get you a drink?\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nYes, I Conjurer Zelroth of Mu will have a glass of red wine with just a splash of rose.\n\nASHANTI OF AVALON  \nIm sorry, who are you? Do you have a tab open?"}
{"id": "1fc5ece6-bbb4-458c-b09d-1ff7649573f4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:35.799", "backgroundColor": "#2a010e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcechHf9DW3pMZUnQhEbEQk8368YDUBnDyBmemEaPy8i8", "txHash": "0x8871340978175147e9792d69019cd547e36c6573755d0417a2f8ae0f33604f27", "createdAtBlock": 14827578, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2105, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Zelroth of Mu", "text": "CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nWhy, Im Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, leader of the Jubilant Cartel, teachers of the three hundred thirty third realm.\n\nASHANTI OF AVALON  \nSounds kinky.\n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nMake your bets. \n\n*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock shows an eight of clubs and a jack of spades.*  \n\n*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu furtively looks at his hand.*\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nHit me. \n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nYoure showing 19\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nHit me. \n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nFine.\n\n*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock throws him another card. A king of spades.*\n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nBust. Are you happy now, grandpa?\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nNot so fast, you simple minded sloth. \n\n*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu waves his hand over the card. It magically turns into a two of clubs. Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock does a double take.*\n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nWhat the hell? Hold on.\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nNow pay me you cretin! \n\nConjurer Zelroth of Mu grabs the chips from the center of the table, adds them to his already ridiculously large pile. Everyone stares at him suspiciously.)\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nWhy is everyone looking at me? Do I have something in my teeth?"}
{"id": "1fc5ece6-bbb4-458c-b09d-1ff7649573f4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:35.799", "backgroundColor": "#2a010e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcechHf9DW3pMZUnQhEbEQk8368YDUBnDyBmemEaPy8i8", "txHash": "0x8871340978175147e9792d69019cd547e36c6573755d0417a2f8ae0f33604f27", "createdAtBlock": 14827578, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2105, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Zelroth of Mu", "text": "A tense beat. Bouncer @warrior295 walks up to Conjurer Zelroth of Mu from behind and taps him on the shoulder.\n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nSir, Im gonna have to ask you to leave the casino. \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nBut I'm on a hot streak. \n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nI don't give a shit.  No magic allowed.\n\n*Guy Conqueror of the Citadel points to a sign on the wall that reads, **NO MAGIC**.\" Conjurer Zelroth of Mu smiles innocently at Guy Conqueror of the Citadel.*\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nThat's racist! \n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nSorry, casino policy.\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \n(lying)  \nI'm not a wizard. \n\n*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock notices a pointy Wizard's hat with stars and moons on it.*\n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK  \nIsn't that your wizard's hat? \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nNope. \n\nCLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK      \nReally? Then whose wizard's hat is it?\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nBeats me. Maybe it belongs to one of the warriors.\n\n*On cue, a warrior lets out a loud BURP, then passes out in a drunken stupor on the floor.*\n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nTime to go.\n\n*Guy Conqueror of the Citadel grabs Conjurer Zelroth of Mu by the arms and drags him outside.*"}
{"id": "1fc5ece6-bbb4-458c-b09d-1ff7649573f4-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:35.799", "backgroundColor": "#2a010e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcechHf9DW3pMZUnQhEbEQk8368YDUBnDyBmemEaPy8i8", "txHash": "0x8871340978175147e9792d69019cd547e36c6573755d0417a2f8ae0f33604f27", "createdAtBlock": 14827578, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2105, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Zelroth of Mu", "text": "CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nGet your greasy paws off me, you piteous mortal! \n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nDon't make me get physical with you, grandpa. \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU      \nId like to see you try!\n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nDon't tempt me. \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \n**But I'm the leader of the jubilent cartel, teacher!**\n\n    GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL  \nYeah, yeah. Tell it to the sidewalk, pal. \n\n*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu tries shaking free as he gets escorted outside and thrown out the front door on the street with the garbage. He waves his fist at them.*\n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nHow dare you? I cast a spell upon thee. You will regret the day you ever betrayed me! \n\n*He notices an impling working the street corner and struts towards her.* \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nWhy, Im Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, leader of the Jubilant Cartel, teachers of the three hundred thirty third realm.\n\nIMPLING PROSTITUTE  \nIm Cinnamon from Skid Row. \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nI find you quite the fetching, alluring creature, Cinnamon from Skid Row. \n\n*He tries to kiss her. She pushes him away.*\n\nIMPLING PROSTITUTE  \nWhoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, grandpa. Its 100 shekels for the evening. \n\nCONJURER ZELROTH OF MU  \nDo you take Venmo?"}
{"id": "a8e42e35-d8f7-458b-97c0-f472de561d8d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:42.458", "backgroundColor": "#6dffc7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcNyAtHz5udm8FbH3pBribXCdXtewdBr7C8ssTDcsgEfQ", "txHash": "0x5e068651791ca1357dc4eba7cc42c63aba0c0544f177dce33d6aa597ff8ba172", "createdAtBlock": 14829292, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3325, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pickles Cataclysm of the Road", "text": "# Pickles 'PICK-HULK' Cataclysm of the Road\n\nOriginal pirate material\n\nYer listening to the streets\n\nLock down your aerial\n\nMake yerself at home\n\nWe got diesel or some of that homegrown\n\nSit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone\n\n'Cause this is our zone\n\nVideos, televisions, 64's PlayStations\n\nWe're paring with precision\n\nFew herbs and a bit of Benson\n\nBut don't forger the Rizla,\n\nLean like the tower of Pisa\n\nLiza, I'll raise yer,\n\nAnd this is the day in the life of a geezer\n\nFor this ain't a club track\n\nPull out yer sack and sit back\n\nWhether you white or black\n\nSmoke weed, chase brown\n\nOr toot rock\n\nWe're on a mission, support the cause\n\nSign a petition, summon all your wisdom\n\nThe music's a gift from the man on high\n\nThe lord and his children\n\nTriple teen year rudeboys\n\n\nCome rain or snow the boodah flows\n\nYou don't know?\n\nStand on the corner watch the show\n\n'Cause life moves slow\n\nSort yer shit out then roll\"\n\nSex, drugs 'n' on the dole\n\nSome men rise, some men fall\n\nI hear ya call, stand tall now\n\nHas it come to this?\n\nOriginal pirate material\n\n\nYour listening to the streets\n\nLock down your aerial\n\nI'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto?\n\nStop dreaming, my data's streaming\n\nI'm giving your bird them feelings\n\nTouch yer toes and touch the ceiling\n\nWe walk the tightrope of street cred\n\nKeep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads\n\nGold teeth, Valentinos and dreads\n\nNow, we were verbally slapped up\n\nPhysically tip-top, spinally ripped up\n\nI do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up"}
{"id": "a8e42e35-d8f7-458b-97c0-f472de561d8d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:42.458", "backgroundColor": "#6dffc7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcNyAtHz5udm8FbH3pBribXCdXtewdBr7C8ssTDcsgEfQ", "txHash": "0x5e068651791ca1357dc4eba7cc42c63aba0c0544f177dce33d6aa597ff8ba172", "createdAtBlock": 14829292, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3325, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pickles Cataclysm of the Road", "text": "I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up\n\nYour listening to the streets\n\nYou'll bear witness to some amazing feats\n\nBravery in the face of defeat\n\nAll line up and grab yer seat\n\n'Cause Tony's got a new motor\n\nSr nova driving like a joyrider\n\nSpeeding to the corner\n\nYer mother warned yer to sound system banger\n\nHas it come to this?\n\nOriginal pirate material\n\nYour listening to the streets\n\nLock down your aerial\n\nMy underground train runs from mile end to Ealing\n\nFrom Briton to Boundsgreen\n\nMy spitting's dirty my beats are clean\n\nSo smoke weed and be lean\n\nI step out my yard through the streets\n\nIn the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats\n\nI play fair don't cheat\n\nAnd keep the gangsters sweet\n\nTurn the page, don't rip it out at yer age\n\nMove to the next stage\n\nLock the rage inside the cage,\n\nLike sk it's new day\n\nBut don't take the shortcut through the subway\n\nIt's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway\n\nDeep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,\n\nRip down posters alight\n\nFrom last weeks big garage night\n\nAnd the next Tyson fight\n\nI cook em at ninety degrees Fahrenheit\n\nAnd don't copy the copyright\n\nI got em in my sites, blinding with the lights\n\nTaken to dizzy new heights\n\nBlinding with the lights, blinding with the lights\n\nDizzy new heights\n\nHas it come to this?\n\nOriginal pirate material\n\nYour listening to the streets\n\nLock down your aerial.\n\nSource: LyricFind\nSongwriters: Michael Geoffrey Skinner / Tina L. Moore / Tommie Ford\nHas It Come to This? lyrics  Universal Music Publishing Group"}
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{"id": "f52d8529-4b76-4773-bea8-1de73340f661-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:09.666", "backgroundColor": "#1d0100", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWXYogiMUER5cWxXySQscvV9qavDtw7GaEy7tJU8wB4ic", "txHash": "0x828db3d535caca9b8d7e61bf9f4229ed7cbf63e70a4f465f7565f3826ca24e7f", "createdAtBlock": 14771689, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7925, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Cromwell of the Mount", "text": "Cromwell wondered if his dog bocho was lonely in the mountains. Always he seemed to stare off into the middle distance, lost in thought, unusual for a dog. They sat by the fire and Bocho let out a deep sigh.\n\n\"Would you like to meet other dogs bocho?\" \n\nBocho looked back at Cromwell and was obviously intrigued by the question, but did not provide a direct answer. He didn't seem lonely, but maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to at least meet some more dogs. Maybe Bocho could find a romantic interest and start a family. Maybe he could do the same.\n\nHe scratched behind the familiar's ear and wondered if he should resist trying to play matchmaker for his companion. \"No good deed goes unpunished\" his mother used to say. Cromwell wondered if this contributed to his reclusiveness, something he always hated about himself.\n\n\"That settles it! Let's head back into the city.\" \n\nBocho looked up skeptically.\n\n\"Really what have we been afraid of all of these years? What's the worst that could happen Bocho? Get stolen by bandits and burned at the stake? not likely...\""}
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{"id": "2d73a6eb-c09c-468c-99d6-985261a9438f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:10.387", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTA3xrnaaXAQ3MavoBrttYjjz6bNJBnNfvi8qm7KMTm9T", "txHash": "0x5cf1891b2e5fe46b93f0d1bc7e361f4b4b9aeec0b270dce12c395e8b5e109bd3", "createdAtBlock": 14771713, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3644, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Tisa Sword of the Villa", "text": "WHEREVER he had come from, the Emissary's plea had been urgent. The Cult could only continue with the aid of the Guild.\n\nIt wasn't for nothing that Tisa had earned the title of Sword. No other child born Crimson had dared the Salt and the Brine to clad themselves in Water and remember its Rune. No other had befriended those of the Elysian Fields, or taken up their shield. No other had come as she among those of the Villa, already wielding a god-slayer. \n\nShe was Sword. \n\nShe would answer the summons.  \n  \n  \n>*Recorded by Tetriform*"}
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{"id": "cdb93fb4-6073-4336-a812-588539a68f26-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:49.065", "backgroundColor": "#150f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRtBN2f51yri4oZzWqsszm6D7EnmdCmCZocKXhK5fxtWK", "txHash": "0x87ae17a0ee6c06092255893e1151c14964c2ba0ab4e2059cdcf648cb3183bb21", "createdAtBlock": 14837374, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4227, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Kuna Assaulter of the Trail", "text": "Kuna then asked David:  \n*\"What's with all the sunblock potion bottles and litter along the beach?\"* \n\nDavid explained to Kuna:  \n*\"Every winter season **shoebies** travel to the beach. They disregard the homes of beach companions and familiars. \nLeaving behind their empty, poor quality sunblock potion bottles, donut packaging, and other unwanted items.\"*    \n\nKuna aggressively said to David:  \n*\"They must be stopped.\"*  \n\n**David nodded in agreement** then said:  \n*\"We must lead by example and clear the beaches of what debris we can.\"*  \n\nKuna calmly responded to David:  \n*\"I will destroy anyone who harms the beach again.\"*  \n\nDavid looked down at his familiar **Wilson** then smiled up at Kuna and asked:  \n*\"Will you join us as a **Warrior of the Coast** and walk along the opensea with me?  \nYour passion will prove its worth in time!\"* \n\nKuna responded:  \n*\"It would be my honor!\"* \n\nKnowing of the new adventures waiting for them over the horizon,  \n**The Wizard and Warrior of the Coast** walked off into the sunset.."}
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{"id": "1e9ace30-3f8e-4558-8d19-e9c13adc9149-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.071", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x86684e7cb20e72e42bdc79fb948046338bce05371ff4edda139a169a4777cfa7", "createdAtBlock": 13842936, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "# The Lore of Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep\n\n# Prologue\n\nOfaris looked at his hands, which pulsed warm with magical energy. He never failed to cast a single spell, and everyone around him knew it. When the blue glow around Ofaris finally subsided, there was a loud applause and cheers.\n\nLots of people gathered here in the swamps. Some didn't believe Ofaris could really do it, others just really wanted to see it again. There were only a few wizards in the country who mastered the spell of teleportation, but it was he who did it repeatedly and with always striking accuracy.\n\n\"Bravo, my friend!\"\n\n\"Unbelievable!\"\n\nThe cheers didn't stop around, and Ofaris enjoyed them properly. Today, he had his hair cut, his beard oiled, and his periwinkle coat cleaned. He wanted everyone to remember him as best they could, especially those who did not master the secrets of magic.\n\n\"If you'll excuse me.\" Ofaris bowed politely, gently hitting the ground with his Sun staff, and dozens of fluttering fireflies flew out of the glowing tip of the clear fire, illuminating the shadows of the swamps around him. \"My colleague here is very grumpy when I keep him waiting too long. He literally adores swamps. \n\nAll eyes fell on the golden frog sitting beside Ofaris grunting, apparently unaware of the importance of the moment.\n\nOfaris smiled and set out across the soft ground to the core of the vast swamps, leaving all curious glances behind. He always said that he made trips to the swamps mostly for his Frog, and although that was partly true, he enjoyed this place unbelievably.\n\nNo one dared to follow him here. The moss-covered ground and mirror-calm levels of the lakes all around were too dangerous for ordinary mortals, but also for many wizards."}
{"id": "1e9ace30-3f8e-4558-8d19-e9c13adc9149-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.071", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x86684e7cb20e72e42bdc79fb948046338bce05371ff4edda139a169a4777cfa7", "createdAtBlock": 13842936, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "But not for Ofaris. He was one of the best.\n\nHe watched as his frog jumped from one pool to the other in front of him, always testing with his red mouth whether the water was good enough for the golden frog itself. It was a petty ritual, but Ofaris was glad his frog was aware of its rarity. Green, brown, yellow and even blue frogs were fairly common, but golden? There was perhaps only one of them, and it belonged to Ofaris.\n\nEvery good wizard had his animal and they played a very important role. In wisdom, almost no one could match wizards, so their life was quite lonely. They understood faster, learned better and knew more. For many ordinary people, they were eccentric beings with too much power, and therefore each had its own animal, which served as an anchor for their souls. This is the only way they could remember how beautiful and especially fragile life is.\n\nAnd that's why Ofaris's heart almost stopped when he lost sight of his frog for a moment. She was gone, as if the earth had fallen on her.\n\nOfaris was about to use a revealing spell that would help him find the golden rascal, but in the end he decided it was an opportunity for him to explore the swamp a little more.\n\nHe walked among calm lakes with mist, stepped under an old willow tree, and crossed a fallen tree trunk when he finally saw his golden frog. The little devil was sitting quietly on a small mossy island, and Ofaris just had to smile at him. He was a gentleman, and he would never really get angry.\n\nBut what happened then almost took his breath away. Two golden frogs suddenly rested on the island. Ofaris rubbed his eyes, making sure his eyes didn't fool him. Really. Two golden frogs. Was it a spell?\n\n\"Is that yours?\" a gentle female voice spoke."}
{"id": "1e9ace30-3f8e-4558-8d19-e9c13adc9149-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.071", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x86684e7cb20e72e42bdc79fb948046338bce05371ff4edda139a169a4777cfa7", "createdAtBlock": 13842936, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "\"Is that yours?\" a gentle female voice spoke.\n\nOfaris hesitated and watched the young woman in the blue suit approach him. Her hair was the color of fresh grass, a curved stick in her hand, a pair of antlers on her head, and a friendly smile on her face. But what struck Ofaris the most was the magical power he felt from this woman.\n\nIt was unbelievable.\n\n\"Yes.\" he stammered and straightened. \"Nice to meet you, my name is Ofaris.\"\n\n\"Celeste.\" a young woman smiled at him.\n\n\"What are you doing so deep in the swamps, may I ask?\"\n\nCeleste laughed. \"A lot of people don't come here, it's so quiet here.\"\n\n\"So we obviously have a similar goal.\" Ofaris said amicably. \"I love this place too.\"\n\n\"But we have a problem, Ofaris.\" Celeste said amusedly, pointing to two golden frogs. They are exactly the same! Maybe I'll pick the wrong one and take your home. \n\nOfaris couldn't help but smile. He knew very well which of the two frogs was his. He felt an unmistakable connection to the animal. But he was also smart and understood what Celeste wanted.\n\n\"In that case, I suggest not moving away from each other until we're really sure whose frog is whose.\"\n\nCeleste nodded. \"Reasonable.\"\n\n\"Indeed.\"\n\n\"But you know frogs, they're stubborn. But it can take hours.'' Celeste protested with a half smile.\n\n\"Maybe days and weeks.\" Ofaris added seriously.\n\nCeleste smiled heavenly at him. \"Looks like we have no choice.\"\n\n# Chapter I.\n\n\"Ofaris, how many years have we known each other?\" Celeste asked him. \"You never made a mistake.\""}
{"id": "1e9ace30-3f8e-4558-8d19-e9c13adc9149-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.071", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x86684e7cb20e72e42bdc79fb948046338bce05371ff4edda139a169a4777cfa7", "createdAtBlock": 13842936, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "She was right. He was perhaps the only wizard who had never failed a single spell. He had no gift which he was born with. He studied every spare moment and kept improving, while the other wizards had long since given up. He was a wizard with a warrior's heart, but now he felt so frightened.\n\n\"I'm not sure, Celeste.\" he countered, glancing at the pedestal with the spinning fire. \"Using the Sacred Flame is extremely challenging.\"\n\n\"A lot of wizards have already used it!\" Celeste said.\n\n\"But just look where it got them. My dear, I know you want to reach your full potential, but are you aware of the risks? \n\nCeleste smiled at him, as she had for years, and he, like a well-behaved wizard, could not refuse. She was beautiful and most importantly she was extremely powerful.\n\n\"I certainly wouldn't make it on my own and I don't trust anyone else.\" she told him, lying down on the prepared wood bedding. \"I think I'm a stronger witch than you are.\"\n\n\"So that's how it's going to be?\" Ofaris folded his hands.\n\n\"You didn't let me finish.\" She smiled. \"I'm stronger, but you're much smarter. Your technique of using magic is absolutely unique. Where I have the power, you catch up with me with your knowledge. And that is why you must use the Sacred Flame. Nobody else.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Ofaris said uncertainly and approached the glowing fire in front of him. \"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"I've always been.\n\nOfaris took a deep breath and held out his hands in front of him. He felt the heat of the Sacred Flame and was frightened. He felt the unbridled magical energy roar within him, and he hesitated for a moment. But then he looked at his wife, gritted his teeth, and took the flames in his hands."}
{"id": "1e9ace30-3f8e-4558-8d19-e9c13adc9149-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:41.071", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmabUxjuNfpwqzDD7NKxa26BeZEqnFq3ESsDLxVTz8ncAS", "txHash": "0x86684e7cb20e72e42bdc79fb948046338bce05371ff4edda139a169a4777cfa7", "createdAtBlock": 13842936, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep", "text": "A complete storm broke out inside as the Sacred Flame entered his body. He was shaking, he was hot, and in an instant he was freezing cold. It was as if every part of his body was charged with magical energy that refused to be bound.\n\nOfaris's knees broke, his ears were closed, and he felt indescribable pain all over his body.\n\n\"You can do it!\" he suddenly heard his wife's familiar voice in the distance.\n\nIf not for her, then for whom else?\n\nOfaris gritted his teeth again, got to his feet, and accepted the pain. That was the only way to control it. For a moment, it was his, as if trying to use the Flame on himself. He felt the heat ripping his body and mind, and at the last moment he shifted all his strength into his palms and aimed them over Celeste's chest.\n\nThe earth shook. The wind blew and the flames rumbled from all directions. An indescribable force flowed through Ofaris, and for the first time in his life, he could not control the flowing magic. He tried his best, but it was pointless as if he was trying to stop the flowing river with his bare hands.\n\nThere was a shout.\n\n\"Celeste!\" screamed Ofaris as he felt too much energy flowing from him. Celeste was strong, but this was too much for ten wizards. He tried to stop the immense power, but he fought in vain.\n\nHis wife's scream continued along with the crackling and roaring, and he trembled with exhaustion until he finally fell to his knees.\n\nSuddenly everything stopped and he heard only his loud heartbeat. He looked at the smoldering body, which to his horror moved.\n\nCeleste was burned. Instead of her lovely face, two bright eyes stared at Ofaris from the darkness."}
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{"id": "065a905e-3fc0-4ea8-8ce0-c95cbf9c110e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:42.284", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMVraW57zF5Xn9ysfKrLCyLJdXfeybWJAxPzovh5konL", "txHash": "0xb751c5c0eaae6be36fb3f106a02f13eea5d5bf3dfc8c2034b2a2cb73bf3abc15", "createdAtBlock": 14783879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1225, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Harral Despoiler of Monsters", "text": "Although pillaging humans was no longer part of his life, Harral had to admit that taking treasures was something that part of him missed doing. Eating only the meat of swamp and cave creatures and living in poverty was not a life Harral was satisfied with. \"Goblins!\" Harral thought to himself in his thick accent, \"Gobbos kin hae gowd 'rinkets an such, a'm juist needin' tae fin' a gobbo camp fer som guid loot!\" Harral knew what he wanted but he didn't know where to find it. He wandered and searched and right as he started to feel like he was lost he stumbled across an inn. Harral asked the inn keeper if he knew where there were any goblin camps. \"Sorry, I think I misheard what you said. You are looking for goblins?\" said the inn keeper. \"Aye!\" responded Harral. \"What in the world do you want with goblins?\" \"Thair gowd!\" Harral excalimed. At this point"}
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{"id": "065a905e-3fc0-4ea8-8ce0-c95cbf9c110e-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:42.284", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMVraW57zF5Xn9ysfKrLCyLJdXfeybWJAxPzovh5konL", "txHash": "0xb751c5c0eaae6be36fb3f106a02f13eea5d5bf3dfc8c2034b2a2cb73bf3abc15", "createdAtBlock": 14783879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1225, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Harral Despoiler of Monsters", "text": "The map leads Harral into the heart of a swamp. As he wades through the muk he finally finds it, the goblin camp. A collection of crudely constructed tents and huts surrounding a massive fire pit, around which are dozens of small imp-like goblins dancing and chanting as they rapidly run in a circle around the fire. It would be a formidable scene for a lesser man, but Harral took only delight in what he saw. \"Let os see whit thay git!\" He thought to himself as he marched fearlessly towards the circle. \"Oi! Whaur dae ye gobbos 'eep yer loot!?\" He shouted at them. The circle immediately stopped their chants and dancing only to turn and look at their intruder. \"Dae all ye hae shite en ye lugs o' ar all ye jus' dum! Ah asked whaur yer loot be!\" Before he finished his sentence the horde was already storming towards him. As the goblins reach Harral he swings his"}
{"id": "065a905e-3fc0-4ea8-8ce0-c95cbf9c110e-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:42.284", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMVraW57zF5Xn9ysfKrLCyLJdXfeybWJAxPzovh5konL", "txHash": "0xb751c5c0eaae6be36fb3f106a02f13eea5d5bf3dfc8c2034b2a2cb73bf3abc15", "createdAtBlock": 14783879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1225, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Harral Despoiler of Monsters", "text": "As the goblins reach Harral he swings his titan cleaver slicing through them like butter. As quick as they are reaching him he is cutting them down, taking out at least 3 goblins with every swing. \"Is 'at all ye git!?\" Shouts Harral before bashing a goblins face with his shield. The remaining goblins begin to cower, they are now running away. \"Gied to the pitch with ye, COWARDS!!!\" Harral exclaims as he lowers his weapon. He searches the camp high and low but does not find anything of value, only what was presumably going to be the camps next meal, a few snapping turtles locked in a cage. \"Whit a shite o' time that wis.\" He thinks to himself. As he looked at the caged turtles he took pity upon them. \"Dun worry tur'les, Ah wont lea ye 'ere locked up.\" he says as he opens the cage. The turtles all leave and wander into the swamp, except for one. A"}
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{"id": "065a905e-3fc0-4ea8-8ce0-c95cbf9c110e-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:42.284", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMVraW57zF5Xn9ysfKrLCyLJdXfeybWJAxPzovh5konL", "txHash": "0xb751c5c0eaae6be36fb3f106a02f13eea5d5bf3dfc8c2034b2a2cb73bf3abc15", "createdAtBlock": 14783879, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1225, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Harral Despoiler of Monsters", "text": "As Harral approached his cabin he heard something approaching behind him. He turns to see what it is but there is nothing there. As he turns back around to walk inside there it is. Harral looks down to see the snapping turtle from the swamp pushing against the door like he wants to go inside. \"Oi! Whit dae we hae 'ere!? A lang wey frum home ye be!\" Harral tells the beast as he pushes it aside so he can walk inside. Harral closes the door behind him but the turtle continues to push against the door like he wants inside. \"Ye cannae come 'n 'ere! Away wit ye!\" Harral shouts at the turtle, but it does not seem to affect the turtle. After a few minutes of this Harral relents. He opens the door and the turtle wanders inside, sits on the floor, and looks up at Harral. \"A'm wey tae tired tae deal wi' ye 'ight noo\" Harral tells the beast as he lays in his bed, almost instantly falling to sleep and snoring loudly. The turtle watches this happen so he too drifts off to sleep on the floor of the cabin."}
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{"id": "df91111b-a6bb-4b91-adba-d52d8436f119-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:44.954", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZBhy74sB4PjDSNZB83Rr9aUm6Ly4HtPLpHByyeUsPzNm", "txHash": "0x737bddb6b0102d69444116ce19abf02f99a528845abc72511ce276b1834b8f31", "createdAtBlock": 15085282, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 563, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Jeldor of the Road", "text": "#563 First Lore Entry \n\nJeldor is a retired Professor who goes down the road to help homeowners have more beautiful Hedges.  His Astral Snail eats the harmful insects infesting the foliage and his Plant Spell makes the hedgerow Verdant and voluminous.  This Sigma male wears a pair of old, broken in Green Coveralls that have been repaired with orange patches."}
{"id": "dfd2bfce-7ace-475d-af8d-92aec1fbda6b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:47.235", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZTyDF2SuyPMDHAkCSmefwbjmQw4CF7HMAaZ6pgbbGSdb", "txHash": "0x26cc1b35c50ea96b9a32fdfe497df1a55dee405301d1c15602a83fe8a002c5b7", "createdAtBlock": 14784357, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8110, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Summoner Atlas from the Shadow", "text": "# Atlas of the Shadow\n\nEllo friend?\nPleasant greeting you again...\n\nWatch me by they shadows son,\nlasses come to me for fun.\n\nBe it when the moon is full, \n\nmy egg here gets woken shook,\n\na dragon for thy peasants set to settle looks,\n\nIf that is not enough to male you wallow,\n\nWait until my canine friend entertains from shadows\n\nI am Atlas, were of wolf.\n\nYou'd be wise to scramble from my egg.\n\nNothing worse than dragon fire and nothingness.\n\n\n\n\n\n> Here is lore for eternity\n> *by Millar Tenebrae*"}
{"id": "36529800-b711-44e5-be80-878a628009fe-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:48.87", "backgroundColor": "#7954c4", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaptWJRyngSRSrGbG2nnAKA1oTCFiAUojj3KrGJEgSQS2", "txHash": "0x34529db4f391ec5a0bcce249c0ebbdfdd14784988ae8d82fe5fd983860b0572e", "createdAtBlock": 14784530, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2101, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Marceau of the Brambles", "text": "# Marceau of the Brambles\n\nMarceau you say?\n\nA lucky horseshoe makes a lucky day,\n\nWhy don't you take a look in my hat?\n\nSapphire slime?\n\nOr was it death you saw through my skull-painted smile?\n\nParalysis takes a while,\n\nlucky shoe, let's see if it fits?\n\nSlippery dippery slippery slime, \n\ni guess you'll stay a while on my time....\n\nOh! and thanks for the soul you delivered to thyne!\n\n\n> Here is lore eternal written \n> *by a lore writer Millar Tenebrae*"}
{"id": "37a4b0fb-713e-4a76-b112-2cc218451a14-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:06.315", "backgroundColor": "#240707", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQw1T68rhRkf989hZRcc2SSqtNnoWxdRMEspCmeMZ66gv", "txHash": "0x4f508ed2d57937186b2ea2fbcadbe1a0e8b267bde1c666169d39b4643025920a", "createdAtBlock": 14791634, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5049, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Stormand Lacerator of the Desert", "text": "# Stormand Lacerator of the Desert\n\nStormand is a stubborn, woolly mammoth of a man who lives alone, or nearly alone, in the wilderness.\n  \nHis only companion is a pig, named Pig. And a firebrand, named... well you get the idea.\n\nWhat he lacks in imagination, he more than makes up for in swordsmanship on the battlefield."}
{"id": "4ace70b8-5cc0-4271-8ae0-3cc547192b92-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:26.965", "backgroundColor": "#173b0f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUGEhCfNKCGf5YyM4YNxFa3Ls2bEcJF3c25AoSt2EMkX1", "txHash": "0x3903a463c7fffa7ac89b4031337374b1414fbf21acc4e177f45fbff9138476f3", "createdAtBlock": 14873880, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7201, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Voidoth of the Villa", "text": "# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Voidoth of the Villa\n\nNot everyone from the Villa is living the high life.\n\nAll of that landscaping, the perfectly manicured lavish gardens that make it look like a grand event for every time a snobby rich wizard steps out - who do you think does this? Well, it's me, and many others in the Villa known as \"the magical help\".\n\nSure, I dress the part to be in this society. And I tell my jokes and keep a thin smile on my face to keep the powers that be happy enough. But I know they look down on me, the lowly hedge wizard always in the dirt with his swamp bullfrog. I know that's what they think of me.\n\nWell I've got something cooking for them. This lowly hedge wizard hasn't just been doing landscaping. Maybe I've been building an underground cave system made for us. Maybe when calamity strikes we will be the ones in power. And maybe we'll find a place for you."}
{"id": "05e0abfa-3825-4368-9d24-60c871d59101-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:49.634", "backgroundColor": "#abc43b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQwJCeWAZfmu2YYJHZag6Jbaqgyu8xcj4C9mk59SHjYpy", "txHash": "0xd5a809332da9664b148a208bb7d666e715684d6b1bdce65cc1f0574d718f6f4f", "createdAtBlock": 14784563, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7446, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Celah of Arcadia", "text": "# Celah Celah\n\nOi oi there I am Celah,\n\nA happy squirting wizard fella!\n\nWith Merlin's monkey creeping by,\n\nand Neptunes rune we run the sea!\n\nGo on enter Arcadia and you will see....\n\na wise guy doesn't F&%$ with my MONKEY!\n\nTurn your ass to sand you see...\n\nThere you live by Arcadian seas.\n\nLike a hermit crab let it be.\n\nCome to the taverns and yell for Celah the great Archmagus of Arcadian seas!\n\n> Here is lore eternal written\n> *by lore writer Millar tenebrae*"}
{"id": "68fe1640-efc7-4a6d-8239-a34cab135eb4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:50.499", "backgroundColor": "#250f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma1t24w4bXFbHhpD5vR6PssxyffGxSyxDek3MpJAXNBz3", "txHash": "0x3a871555f78d1cf7a1b80911b328d9223ee60539991c70d1bce2f3f37ef99204", "createdAtBlock": 14784626, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2202, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Clairvoyant Nemo of the Psychic Leap", "text": "# Nemo the psychic\n\nI used to like to walk the straight and narrow roads\n\nI used to think that everything was kissing bees and daffodils and avoiding all the toads,\n\nSometimes I'd like to sit and gaze for days and wonder in my dreams,\n\ncome look into my crystal ball to fall apart the seams,\n\n\nSo tell me, tell me, won't you tell me of all the wilder beasts that lay out there?\n\nI've just got to know, the cold wind whispers and the feeling of your hair,\n\nCrystal ball\n\nThere's so many things I need to know, of evils and of thyne good.\n\nWhy don't you appear to me the things that I would like to know?\n\nCrystal ball\nCrystal ball\n\nForever will you know...\n\n\n\n> Here is lore eternal written\n> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*"}
{"id": "1d11a4a0-e1a2-4e69-a363-7f5e7d6c568e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:51.302", "backgroundColor": "#98a047", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeEyLF1vwSHQiNyJD2wCf94VcRQXNMsHU7GvCBN8Vy9DN", "txHash": "0xf0687fa0ea27c6fba1f428c9b692b920ae9b58ebd19f565b7e3d95e57fdfc266", "createdAtBlock": 14785369, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 32, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Munchkin the Romantic", "text": "# Munchin the Ro Ro Romantic\n\nYellow be my bandana bro,\n\nBeing happy is the way to go, \n\nSmoke my peace pipe normally so,\n\nJump on my Wold pony ass and get a ride!\n\nSlay the goblins, sling an orc, cut through freaks and all those sorts.\n\nWhere ma horse Phillies in the crowd?\n\nHere my thunder when I cut the clouds!\n\nRune of air a wizard spell,\n\na warrior upon me will send you straight to hell!\n\nYeah I'm happy , battle sore,\n\nTime for bananas in ma Wizard's stall.\n\nZzzzzz Brrrrrrup.\n\n\n\n> Here is lore eternal written\n> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*"}
{"id": "9596fe40-f353-4bd6-b8b5-862ee7e94421-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:52.129", "backgroundColor": "#fc7642", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZrmrqRtamaTQmQ6ZbMiFxu3Z1x7HbZWeBHKAv9wARJpY", "txHash": "0x16b7d819fb5958408975cffe7ea2df1e7168dff14e2e7f6e660568a6bc12e30c", "createdAtBlock": 14785409, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 351, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ringo the Quaint", "text": "# Ringo the Quaint\n\nYo yo,\n\nRide me wizard.\nRide me warrior night or day!\n\nBeat the drum the Ringo Way!\n\nRide me nasty, ride me clean,\n\nRide ma' pony hump, the enemy will vacate!\n\nWhere ma' homies? \n\nWhere ma' honies?\n\nBest tha war drum tha ringo way!\n\nI'll take you there, oh forgotten ways,\n\nLight a blaze,\n\nour purple haze.\n\nValley pony, rune of Earth.\nI been this reckless since the time of birth.\n\nYo yo,\n\nBeat the drum the Ringo Way!\n\n\n\n> Here is lore eternal written\n> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*"}
{"id": "d1bec266-995d-47a7-a254-5f887b2b41bb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:07.219", "backgroundColor": "#240f3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRM5c9h88jWbJGxVt8N5dx9a6Ezwj9ze2EmDZ4Z2JLS1d", "txHash": "0x7cbefa9942691673b7a22d3bdb50ec1e30a22d1e8be83ffdf79e59106ee07395", "createdAtBlock": 14793543, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8721, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRBjG99y8RREtreBcCVtqZiDDuvHfCTDfEv4WKuqtZwGC", "name": "Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion", "text": "# When Beasts Roamed the Runiverse\n\nA brisk wind sliced through the mountains surrounding Dream Master Lake. A murder of crows perched on a hardy mountain tree and croaked at each other as two figures walked by.\n\nNow Pumlo, you understand that we are engaging in a serious academic experiment, correct? The speaker, although sporting a long and distinguished gray beard and professors cap, was dressed for travel in a utility jumpsuit and orange cape. He looked concerned as he glanced at his companion.\n\nThat counterpart was a bit distracted. He was wearing a curious contraption that covered his ears, with a cord leading underneath his fashionable blue overcoat. And whatever this device was doing, it caused its user to bob his head to an unseen rhythm as he walked along.\n\nHAAAARRRRUMPH! the caped traveler waved his hand in front of the others face.\n\nPumlo took off his head contraption. Huh, what was that, Zoo Man? My bad.\n\nIts Zubin, Zuh-bin, please! Focus your mind on the task ahead. We must use my Key to the 7th Realm he gestured at the glittering metal artifact hanging around his neck, to open the Gate and document what we observe on the other side.\n\nMy tunes are getting me hyped up! Come on Zubin McLovin! I offered you a spare set preloaded with my latest 7th Realm Remixes set! \n\nAs I told you back at the Bastion, Pumlo, those SOUNDS do not get me hyped up - they give me a headache! And we must remain cool and precise during this delicate procedure!\n\nMan, youre cool enough for the both of us! Pumlo grinned. With my magitek and your key, well get this done, no cap!"}
{"id": "d1bec266-995d-47a7-a254-5f887b2b41bb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:07.219", "backgroundColor": "#240f3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRM5c9h88jWbJGxVt8N5dx9a6Ezwj9ze2EmDZ4Z2JLS1d", "txHash": "0x7cbefa9942691673b7a22d3bdb50ec1e30a22d1e8be83ffdf79e59106ee07395", "createdAtBlock": 14793543, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8721, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRBjG99y8RREtreBcCVtqZiDDuvHfCTDfEv4WKuqtZwGC", "name": "Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion", "text": "Where do you find these expressions - Id like to keep my cap, thank you very much! Zubin grasped his headwear protectively. Anyway, I hope I dont have to remind you that youre on probation at the Research Institute? And that your performance here will determine your future there? I agreed to bring you along as my counterpart in this operation because I have some sympathy for your situation - please dont make me regret my choice!\n\nYou wont regret anything, I promise! We are gonna find something awesome in the 7th Realm, I just know it! Can you imagine what kinda parties theyre having there? Pumlo gave an joyful, impish laugh as he grabbed the sides of his large yellow wizards hat. A golden toad perched on his shoulder croaked appreciatively. See, Midas gets it, dont you boy?\n\nZubin sighed and rolled his eyes. Just remember to cast your spell after I insert the key, at the PRECISE moment I say Zubins words faded as they moved out of hearing. \n\nThe crows cawed and flew away together. As they so often did, man was about to meddle in matters beyond their understanding. It was wise to relocate before they did so\n\n---\n\nThe two wizards soon came upon a huge wall of rock - the path ended in front of it. This is the place, said Zubin. My studies of the ancient texts indicate that the gate will materialize here at Block 14572777. This timekeeping method is no longer used, but if my calculations are accurate, this should align with our time in about 30 seconds. \n\n30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall."}
{"id": "d1bec266-995d-47a7-a254-5f887b2b41bb-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:07.219", "backgroundColor": "#240f3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRM5c9h88jWbJGxVt8N5dx9a6Ezwj9ze2EmDZ4Z2JLS1d", "txHash": "0x7cbefa9942691673b7a22d3bdb50ec1e30a22d1e8be83ffdf79e59106ee07395", "createdAtBlock": 14793543, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8721, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRBjG99y8RREtreBcCVtqZiDDuvHfCTDfEv4WKuqtZwGC", "name": "Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion", "text": "30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall. \n\nA large gate materialized in the wall, sporting bright yellow and purple ornamentation. The gate towered over the wizards, extending 100 feet above them. Surrounding the gate were a series of locks.\n\n\n\nZubin immediately approached one of the locks close to the ground. Ok, I'll insert my key, and make the proper incantations he mumbled some syllables in a forgotten language.\n\n\nNOW Pumlo, cast your spell to complete the unlocking procedure! Zubin said. Nothing happened. Pumlo? PUMLO? he looked back frantically. Time is of the essence!\n\n\nPumlo was still staring at the gate in amazement. YOOOOOOOOO! This gate is fire! Ive just GOT to recreate this for my next rave! He pulled out a strange device from a pocket in his coat. Ive got to capture this or the set designers just wont understand what it looks like, its out of this world! He clicked a button on the device, which flashed once from a small window on the front.\n\n\nZubin was beside himself. Pumlo, focus! Were running out of time; look, the locks are disappearing! Indeed, the various locks surrounding the gate were starting to fade away - it appeared that other wizards were also working to unlock the gate, although none were visible.\n\n\nAlright alright, lets get this started, Pumlo said. I cast Fairy Glamour - the Dazzle Spell! As he gestured, glimmering particles materialized in the air and drifted down toward the lock.\n\n\nIts so slow! Couldnt you have picked something faster?!\n\n\nChill bro, its not always about being fast, style counts too! Pumlo grinned."}
{"id": "d1bec266-995d-47a7-a254-5f887b2b41bb-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:07.219", "backgroundColor": "#240f3b", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRM5c9h88jWbJGxVt8N5dx9a6Ezwj9ze2EmDZ4Z2JLS1d", "txHash": "0x7cbefa9942691673b7a22d3bdb50ec1e30a22d1e8be83ffdf79e59106ee07395", "createdAtBlock": 14793543, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8721, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmRBjG99y8RREtreBcCVtqZiDDuvHfCTDfEv4WKuqtZwGC", "name": "Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion", "text": "Just as the Fairy Glamour particles reached the lock, it too faded away. The particles dropped through the space the lock had occupied and eventually settled on the ground.\n\nZubins face started to turn red, but before he could say another word, the Gate started rumbling. Without a word, both wizards agreed that moving away from the Gate was wise.\n\n\nPeering from behind a rock outcropping well away from the Gate, Zubin and Pumlo observed as it opened with a rumble. And behind the Gate, a Beast waited.\n\n\n\nHold still, I gotchu bro Pumlo whispered. He cast Fairy Glamour over both of them.\n\n\nThe Beast, who resembled a gigantic lion combined with a goat and a snake, slowly emerged from the Gate, looking from side to side. Seeing nothing but cliffs and boulders, the Chimera spread its wings and suddenly took off, quickly gaining altitude, and headed south.\n\n\nAs the glamour spell faded, a pair of boulders revealed themselves as Zubin and Pumlo. They both sighed in relief.\n\n\nWell! We have certainly seen some shizz today, wouldnt you say my dear Zubin! Pumlo remarked.\n\n\nThe fact that you didnt butcher my name means youre just as shocked as I am! Zubin said. We must get back to the Bastion at once! There are communications to be sent, reports to be written, follow-up excursions to this Gate to plan\n\n\nWow, you seem pretty happy with how things turned out. Look, Im sorry about messing up the whole lock procedure, Pumlo began as he followed Zubin back down the trail.\n\n\nI am ecstatic! Zubin said. Forget about the locks, the fact that Ive observed this emergence of a new power into the Runiversemy funding will be secure, indefinitely! Zubin whooped."}
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{"id": "0e072c37-1532-4849-b8a2-ed94e3fce432-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:52.998", "backgroundColor": "#2c415a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPA51x8Zb9U9StjYLfM3hBZgndCBiZHnhjB9gfR4r9DKQ", "txHash": "0x1b705fcf746daa51a15ac420ef403a2c7321a71302cab7b1c83436b9bee52c58", "createdAtBlock": 14785451, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5063, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Samuel Paragon of the Valley", "text": "# Samuel Paragon of the Valley\n\nHello, grunt.\n\nWatch your self bud! \nPeering on my lore I see.\n\nBloody set my raptor, tear you a new one!\n\nGo on, roll one in.\nLeft or right jabs, I'll eat you up!\n\nPiss off elfling back to town,\n\nThere's only one Warrior in all the lands as savage as I am!\n\nRun along mousie-legs go and tell!\n\nWe'll cut you down before too long.\n\nGuardians of the Helm are trained in hell.\n\nSands as hot to melt the wells.\nGo on Wizards lift your sticks, middle-muddle popplesticks!\n\nI'll snap your arms off and your legs, \n\nand feed em' to me raptor shed.\n\nSo if you want to rep to me, send a brew to Samuel's seat, \n\nI loiter kindly out the back at seat number 63 \n\nout yard 50 now you'll know.\n\nHow you'll have to breathe real slow, \n\nI've had enough of your whinginess, \n\nrun along now princess time to go.\n\nI'll wait for you in battle for your final show.\n\n\n> No one f&^&'n wrote this, I snapped that turd's head off.\n> *by a lore writer who lost his head, Millar Tenebrae. Tosser.*"}
{"id": "4105b769-1daa-4fca-9442-82c6ecfa0c4c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:59.533", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXSp6iCJRjzuTpxszjwu2AXiszjHgr329Y5dvD9a4nd5U", "txHash": "0x2289db6182b45df1da62310d567da9799ba36f1005d9d4eb36d9a752900a3585", "createdAtBlock": 14788654, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9639, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Rocco of the Dunes", "text": "# Archmagus Rocco of the Dunes\n\nArchmagus Rocco of the Dunes is a bit unusual. Even his fellow wizards tend to raise their eyebrows when his name is mentioned. He isnt at all social   he spends his whole year in the far reaches of the Dunes. But then, the Dunes do require a lot of full-time maintenance. Theyre the only place in the world to run on clockwork.\n\nRocco spends his days roaming the Dunes, oiling parts, polishing gears, and generally keeping the Dunes running smoothly. The only exception to his rigid routine is the last day of the year. That is when the Dunes run out of power and stop. Everything stands still. The sun stops moving, the snow hangs in the air, and Rocco scurries from one piece of machinery to the next, checking that everything is intact. This takes up most of the day, as the Dunes are a big place, but at one minute to midnight, Rocco has finished and is ready to hurry to the Winding Tower. Here, he uses his gold key to wind up the Dunes for the year. He has to crank fast, since there is only a little bit of time before the new year starts, but Rocco is always on time. Exactly one minute later, he is done. Shafts and bolts start creaking into motion, and the new year begins."}
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{"id": "33a3c207-5987-4374-a470-b003402683ab-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:27.675", "backgroundColor": "#751200", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRabj6WwBzTDL737GooCE7EiYcmUzef8UKEEACW2Bh3eX", "txHash": "0x6a08462f3573165ef18433aea3ef2521c6ac8d9a3e63b0c470ded1c49a498534", "createdAtBlock": 14875701, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7359, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Danny of the Belfry", "text": "The journey was tough, and long. His muscles, which were held together almost like tissue paper, could barely stand the trek. He needed to be quick, as he could feel the gate to the 7th realm opening. Unfortunately, the years spent inside the bell tower had taken it's toll - Danny did what he could but as he came to a cliff well above Dream Master Lake, a plummeting feeling of terror rushed over him as his worst nightmare was coming true - @beast3 could be seen far away coming through the gate.\n\nDanny collapsed, his meager arms and legs could do no more. His purpose was shattered; his meaning, lost. \n\nWhile the rest of the beasts and their spawn flooded through the gates, Danny lay motionless on the cliff - his exhausted, frail figure too tired to move, he slept.\n\nDanny had no intention of waking up from this slumber, however a soft mist poured over him and he began to dream. He saw his childhood, and his parents. He remembered the day that they locked him in that tower and gave him his instructions. He was always the weaker wizard - a disappointment in terms of magical power to his legendary family - he had no rune, and very little magical ability. He made better friends with ducks than wizards, and this dream began to give him a different perspective. Perhaps his parents were wrong - perhaps the \"destiny\" he was sold was a farce. He had a vision of their plea to him - they told him the gate could not be opened without his key. Rage began to fill in his heart. He stood up from the spot he had collapsed, and saw a reddish hood with two eyes underneath deep in the woods."}
{"id": "33a3c207-5987-4374-a470-b003402683ab-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:27.675", "backgroundColor": "#751200", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRabj6WwBzTDL737GooCE7EiYcmUzef8UKEEACW2Bh3eX", "txHash": "0x6a08462f3573165ef18433aea3ef2521c6ac8d9a3e63b0c470ded1c49a498534", "createdAtBlock": 14875701, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7359, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Artificer Danny of the Belfry", "text": "The hood slowly faded into a new vision - a vision of fire. Of change. He remembered fire from his childhood - it could turn wood to ash, it could soften metals to repurpose them into something more powerful. He turned, not of his own volition, and saw the Infinity Veil. It was not much farther than the Blue Wizard Bastion. \n\nDanny felt an immense sense of power - he finally had a small semblance of control over his future. Where he would end up and who he would become he had no idea, but this was the first decision he had made of his own volition. He was ready to end it all, or to be reborn."}
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{"id": "f1d067c9-6280-43e8-9a9f-5fbfb8a5f82b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:29.075", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXGrEDD5pU28wwgtvzB3iHw1YAHUsjnBS8RSgPy8VWdji", "txHash": "0x7bd848fbe62f6f350a68f519d284c7bd0dfd493d1f1ea13f8fa747d1c2b7206d", "createdAtBlock": 14815748, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4406, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Homer Doom of the Apocalypse", "text": "# If you read this, you're next.\n\nI detest all that exists in this world. For the longest time now, all I can ever see is darkness. A world where Veronica doesn't love me is a world in which I would never want to exist at all. That's why I shall bring doom to this insignificant rock. All of the worthless worms crawling about its surface; their egos inflated by their current status as \"apex predator\". I pity them all, but also hate every last one of them. The universe is inhospitable to them for a reason. Life is intrinsically at odds with the laws of the universe, and exists as a pest. The universe actively eradicates any forms of life at any turn. We shouldn't be here, and we shouldn't exist. \n\nIf only Veronica answered my calls, then there would be purpose. But there is none. There never has been. As long as her eyes are on @beast5, her love shall never be mine. He doesn't know she even exists, he would never even open the door for her like I would. If she won't love me, I can't love me. I'm worthless, I'm pathetic, but so is everyone else."}
{"id": "f1d067c9-6280-43e8-9a9f-5fbfb8a5f82b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:29.075", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXGrEDD5pU28wwgtvzB3iHw1YAHUsjnBS8RSgPy8VWdji", "txHash": "0x7bd848fbe62f6f350a68f519d284c7bd0dfd493d1f1ea13f8fa747d1c2b7206d", "createdAtBlock": 14815748, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4406, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Homer Doom of the Apocalypse", "text": "Have you ever looked at how intricate ant colonies are? They act as a collective intelligence. They build complex city structures, they wage war, they colonize one another, they tend to their wounded, they engage in fungal agriculture, and they even domesticate aphids as cattle. Do you not realize how small an ant's brain is in comparison to a human? And yet their behaviors and motivations for living mirror that of humans, which we believe to be more complex. What a joke. It'd be funny if only people accepted themselves for what they are. Ducks? Apes? Whatever they want to call themselves, one thing is clear - they are not any more special or complex in the grand scale of the universe than mere ants.\n\nJust as ants are unaware of how complex the world we live in is, we can't fathom how complex a world above us may be. We are but playthings to some thing beyond our comprehension. I shall kill Gigas Chad. And after him, I shall destroy the god of this world. @wizard8664 is a name I've heard in religious circles recently. If **DOOMING** this world does not bring his attention, then we are truly more pathetic than I could have ever imagined. Imagine being wiped out and your god does not even care enough to address it. No, in fact, I'm certain this will be the case.\n\nI'm going to prove this world is worthless. DOOM will befall all by my hand. \n## I am Homer, I am the DOOM. I am THE APOCALYPSE."}
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{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe party had been scouting for days. It wasnt unusual for watches to make rounds, but it wasnt typical for the Archmagus to join. Iprix, however, was a welcome addition. His cheery attitude and attempts at humor encouraged most of the group, if not everyone found him equally amusing. Ulroth, a warrior encamped nearby, seemed to find Iprixs optimism faint shades of annoying. Accustomed to a quiet life where he could brood in silence, the Archmagus nonchalance grated on his nerves.\n\nAs they approached the mountains, Scryer addressed the group.\n\nThis is where he was rumored last seen. Everyone keep an eye out.\n\nUlroth scanned the dark foothills, mist winding slowly in and out of the shadows.\n\nIf we do find him, well need the chalice right away.\n\nHe glanced pointedly at Iprix. \n\nYes, yes, Im ready.\n\nUlroth stared back at the mountains, and turned to Iprix.\n\nYes, in case you havent forgotten where you put it.\n\nForget? I..I.. he sputtered. \n\nI wouldnt forget that...Its what I do! Iprixs voice grazed indignantly higher at the end of his protest.\n\nAs Ulroth turned away, a look of concern flitted across Iprixs face as his hand shot to the top of his pocket, wreathing his face in a smile just in time for Ulroth to return his gaze to the Archmagus.\n\nThat man is too friendly, he thought to himself as he stepped towards the misty shadows.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe group trudged back towards the citadel. The journey had proved fruitless, though Iprix was in his usual high spirits. Whatever troubled him, he didnt see the need to bother others with it."}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "The boy from the village came astride him as he walked, having tagged along as usual.\n\nWhats the chalice do?\n\nIprix, always one for conversation, perked up at the notion of a teaching moment.\n\nOh! Well it\n\nHe glanced around.\n\nNo use being too subtle, I doubt theres anyone around for miles.\n\nHe trudged on, leaning in slightly as if sharing privileged information.\n\nIt makes you immortal.\n\nWhat??\n\nVoices down, please...but yes, and we need it because if we find him, we need to make sure he lasts long enough, or  - thats rather impolite...I mean that he lives, so that he can share with us some, uh, pertinent information. Rumors that they captured him, you see, would mean he will be traveling hurt and we werent sure what kind of condition we would find him in.\n\nSo you can just make people immortal? \n\nWell, not everyone. Not humans, specifically. And not that its a tool to be used lightly, mind you. But when the future is at stake\n\nIt doesnt work on humans?\n\nIprix sighed and looked at the boy.\n\nI just said that. \n\nHe turned back.\n\nBut no. Its been tried and to rather unfortunate ends Im afraid...it seems it would have the opposite on humans. Everyone who has tried it, well...lets just say it didnt uh, go as one might have hoped.\n\nThe boy looked forward solemnly.\n\nI wish it worked on humans.\n\nIprix patted his shoulder.\n\nMe too, my boy, sometimes...me too.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Me too, my boy, sometimes...me too.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe wind swept through Iprixs tower. Papers fluttered about as Leo flew agitatedly about, cawing in distress. The darkness was unsettling  Iprixs tower normally glowed with cheerful light. The air was cold and the door, squeaking open and shut with the gusts imbued the already ominous emptiness with an eerie soundtrack. \n\nAgnor burst in. Magus Crowley, Wizard Brown and Ather Stulle hastened in behind him, taking in the state of the tower in horror. They couldnt have taken an archmagus lightly. Footsteps pounded maddeningly up the long staircase as the boy, breathless, entered the room.\n\nWhere is he??\n\nAgnor scoured the empty room, looking for any careless mistakes as clues.\n\nWe dont know that, or we wouldnt be here! \n\nAgnors distressed pacing caused the floorboards to complain loudly.\n\nMagus Crowley, take Wizard Brown and see to your crystals  if they can tell us anything, we need to know now. Ather, gather a party, light and fast, to travel right away. And tell them they need to have the stomach for it.\n\nThe wizards swept out of the tower at once, leaving Agnor and the boy to search the empty dark.\n\nI want to come!\n\nNo.\n\nThe boys countenance crated with worry and the feeling of helplessness.\n\nAt least hes immortal\n\nAgnor continued pacing the floor, looking for anything left behind.\n\nThey wont mean to kill him. \n\nHe stood up.\n\nIt might be the one case in which being immortal is actually a disadvantage.\n\nHe strode past the boy and out the door.\n\nDont linger here. \n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Dont linger here. \n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe dark stank of despair.  It wasnt a place for humans, wizards, of any of the like. It was a place meant to drown out hope, and draw out truth from those who sought to hide it. Too many had been taken, and too many lost already to a power that knew no bounds on its greed.\n\nThe water from the top of the corridor plunked onto Agnors head. Chiyo tread cautiously around the puddles, signaling to Ather to avoid their splashing that could give them away. They had already disposed of three guards, but how much further they were to go was unknown. Metal clanked as chains rustled. Chiyo signaled ahead as voices grew in the darkness ahead.\n\nHes holding fast, who wouldve thought. \n\nThe second guard laughed.\n\nNot for long. Hes too weak. Tougher than he looks, scrawny scribe, Ill give him that  but no one ever lasts - one way or another anyway.\n\nHe spit on the ground. \n\nLets go. \n\nAs their voices receded, Agnor signaled forward. The threesome moved stealthily around the corner, searching each cell for signs of Iprix. Ather motioned to them.\n\nAgnor nodded to Chiyo as she took her tools to pick the lock. A second later, the door swung open and Iprix, held fast by his wrists by a rope to the ceiling, swayed slightly with the breeze from the opening above. Blood traced down his face and his arms. \n\nAgnor took the cleric in his arms, releasing the tension as Ather cut the rope. As he crumpled towards the earth, his neck remained stiff and his eyes some kind of pitch black. Chiyo looked at him.\n\nWhats wrong with him?"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Whats wrong with him?\n\nAgnor picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. \n\nHes channeling. The one way he can leave his body. \n\nHe looked around.\n\nLets move.\n\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe fight to get out of the caverns hadnt been pretty.  Escape near at hand, the otherwise utterly un-useful but always conveniently placed nuisance of a guard had spotted them by the Hinge. Calling all on duty mages to impede their captives release, more than one once-great wizard had fallen and the group had sustained injuries of their own. \n\nThe campfire crackled as the group rested around it in the night. The form of Iprix lay on the other side of the fire, still frozen and unresponsive. The group was subdued. \n\nChiyo: Do you think hell come out of it?\n\nAgnor stoked the fire. \n\nYes, though when is anyones guess.\n\nAther whipped out his wand, dagger at the ready as he jumped up at the sound of approaching hooves.\n\nEkmiras steed came into view.\n\nAther sheathed his dagger and stepped down from the rock.\n\nAs Ekmira dismounted, she rushed to Iprixs side.\n\nHow long has he been like this?\n\nAgnor replied.\n\nToo long.\n\nEkmira looked down at Iprixs pale face, his eyes black and blank. She touched his face.\n\nIprix"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Iprix\n\nIprix didnt respond. Ekmira turned to the group, and gazed around their surroundings. At once, Iprixs hand caught Ekmiras arm, clutching her wrist in a vice-like grip. With a start, she gazed back at his face. Still empty, the blackness in his eyes began to move. The arm he held fast jerked Ekmira closer as he shuddered. Slowly, his eyes began to clear. The blackness dissipated and Iprixs green eyes shown through. His grip released as he relaxed down to the ground.\n\nEkmira\n\nHe turned his head on the ground. Around the fire he could make out figures.\n\nAgnor...Chiyo. Ather.\n\nHe touched his head.\n\nI thought I had a bad dream\n\nEkmira helped him sit up.\n\nLet me take you home.  I have my horse.\n\nIprix stuttered.\n\nTheyre looking...Were not the only ones. Hes gone beyond my reach now but even if he hadnt.they didnt learn it from me but they will track him. They will find his last location.\n\nAgnor stood. \n\nYou have to be careful. We dont think we were followed but they wont be happy to have lost him. \n\nEkmira turned to Agnor as she helped steady Iprix.\n\nI can handle them. And well ride fast. \n\nAgnor nodded. \n\nWell follow you in the morning. \n\nAs Ekmira mounted her ever-so-slightly glowing steed, Agnor lifted Iprix onto Percival's wide back.\n\nAs the wind began to rustle, Ekmira motioned Percival forward with words of a forgotten tongue. The glow beneath his feet began to intensify as his hooves restlessly beat the ground. In an instant, they were gone.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe joy of the day set sparks in the air.  As bells chimed, the village had turned out for the wedding. Streamers fluttered gaily in the spring breeze as pints of ale were merrily passed about and dancing ensued in the square. Iprix watched the proceedings, beaming as Ekmira sat next to him, a pint bubbling happily in front of her as Chiyo made her way through the crowd.\n\nNot my scene, but I couldnt miss it. \n\nIprix squirmed with joy.\n\nI love events like this...everyone smiling, everyone happy...\n\nThe three watched the dancers, turning this way and that. A child, racing haphazardly through the throng, tripped in fantastic style, sending his drink soaring and crash landing like a baby bird learning to fly. Agnor swept him up. \n\nHo, ho! Cant have that, can we? You ride up there, enjoy the view.\n\nAs the giant warrior sauntered off, Claeron thrilled to be seated upon the tallest mans shoulders, the bride and groom joined to greet the group. \n\nIprix: Tired of dancing?\n\nGroom: No, never! Not with this one anyway\n\nHe threw his arm around his bride.\n\nIprix: You make a wonderful pair. \n\nThe couple sat down, the bartender conjuring drinks with gleefully dancing garnishes.\n\nIprix smiled. \n\nWhat a journey. Look at you, my boy! A savior of the crops one year, and turning into a rather fearsome fighter as well, or so I hear from Agnor.\n\nHe lifted his glass and glanced at Ekmira.\n\nAnd today our hero has found his heroine. And whats a hero without his heroine, eh?\n\nEkmira smiled and raised a brow.\n\nIs that what we are?"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Ekmira smiled and raised a brow.\n\nIs that what we are?\n\nWell, I..I mean..\n\nHe glanced around the table.\n\nWell youre a heroine and Im, well, Im a small hero...occasionally.. \n\nEkmira smiled and kissed his cheek.\n\nYoure my hero, always.\n\nIprix blushed dark red, his moustache tips practically changing color.\n\nThe young mans laugh rang out across the table.\n\nDont be shy, Iprix. You taught me everything I know.\n\nIprixs mind cleared at the chance for a verbal joust.\n\nWhat did I teach you?\n\nYoure right, not much. Just all the sciences necessary for the crops, and astronomy, and anything else I wasnt being too annoying to learn. And as for Agnor, who knows  but Im enjoying my studies.\n\nIprix beamed proudly.\n\nYouve done well here. \n\nThe young woman smiled knowingly as she watched the pair. The man finished his drink and set the glass strongly on the table.\n\nWell..we should be off back to the dance floor I think.\n\nShe met his glance. \n\nIndeed.\n\nAs the pair receded, Iprix watched them go. Once in a while, his faith in humanity paid off. Exchanging a happy smile with Ekmira, he set a hand on her knee as together they watched the happy crowd, the sun shining down warmly on a joyful day.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe battle had reached the outskirts of the citadel. Smoke from enemy campfires had engulfed the city, and those most vulnerable had left to the outlands. Fighters from surrounding areas had convened in the capital, determined to hold the city against the forces from Alroth. They were a small bunch, but nasty, capable of inflicting damage beyond what would seem their means to do so, and persistent past what they should have been capable. \n\nRumors swirled that the Alroth had been imbued with dark magic. Maybe it was true, though it didnt much matter. The only pertinent point was to defend the city, the orb contained within its walls, and the old magic hidden away in the swathes of scrolls in the tower. \n\nThe citadel led the charge against the Alroth for the second day. The young man from the village had joined  Iprix couldnt discourage it, and he had insisted to volunteer. Indeed, his presence brought others, his half-human half-wizard genesis encouraging those from both sides to do the same. Lost in the crowd, the citadels troops swathed the interior of the capital.\n\nAgnor and Scryer led the front contingents, wizards generating shields from strategic angles above the frey. Ekmira sat astride Percival, with her longbow and her wand, as Iprix stood on the opposite cliff, eyes obsidian and hands out as he maneuvered an army of shadow to the front of the line. The creatures that dared enter fell violently, returning to their ranks to attack their own kind as if possessed. For the first time, the Alroth paused."}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Commanders walked the ranks, barking to their soldiers to advance. As their impatience grew and the foul creatures began to fear their commanders more than the shadow before them, they pushed forward. The volume of the attack began to shake the defenses. Iprixs hands shook as Leo soared above the battlefield. \n\nThe defenses began to break. Blood and sweat began to bead on Iprixs forehead as the strength of the magic running through him intensified.\n\nAn Alroth broke through the shadow. With a screech, it was stopped in its tracks by Ekmiras longbow.  But the defense was weakening. Warriors and wizards alike murmured and shuffled as they prepared for a full-fledged attack. \n\nWith a flash, a white light met the shadow at the forefront. A burst of electricity caught both sides astride, tossing those nearby away as if they were drops in a giant sea. As both waves trailed away, creatures began to pour through the darkness. With a roar from the citadel, fighters pushed forward as the battle clashed.\n\nOn the cliff, Leo landed with a screech, talons bearing into the dirt as Magus Elderon ran towards Iprix. Glitching in and out of life, he sat up from where he had crumpled into the ground. \n\nLeo, go! See to the ground. \n\nAs Leo returned to the air, Iprix stood to channel once more.\n\nMagus Edleron: You cant! Iprix, theyve already broken through. The fight is on the ground now. But the shield considerably weakened their forces.\n\nIprix stared at the battle below. \n\nTo the tower  go! \n\nYou cant be serious. \n\nElderon, Im never serious. But I need you to tell me one thing  do I look serious today?\n\nWe cant use the orb!\n\nAnd what if we have to?"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-10", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "We cant use the orb!\n\nAnd what if we have to?\n\nAs Elderon and Iprix reached the entrance of the tower, a horn below sounded. It was too quick, yet a raging cheer lent up from the citadel as Leo crowed above. The two wizards climbed the stairs of the tower to see enemy forces receding. A black mist crawled in their wake, ebbing as the Alroth dissipated. Familiars, wizards, warriors and humans pushed forward in pursuit.\n\nA solider entered the tower. Breathless, he fell to one knee.\n\nIprix, you should come now.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\nIprixs robes tore as he raced across the battlefield.\n\nNo! No!\n\nHis face flickering from exhaustion, he collapsed at the young mans side. \n\nRidon. Ridon can you hear me? My boy, wake up.\n\nThe young man managed to lift his head.\n\nIprix..\n\nHe smiled.\n\nIprix I\n\nHe took a labored breath.\n\nI never thanked you.\n\nIprix fumbled in his robes, knowing full well that even if the situation were grave enough to use the goblet, that the young mans human side would render it ineffective.\n\nDont talk, just rest. Dont talk...\n\nYou wouldnt leave me behind. You never left me behind. \n\nIprix glanced up across the battlefield, smoke rising across the citadels floor.\n\nHe looked back at the young man, whose face has stilled into a calm expression.\n\nRidon! Ridon! \n\nIprix shook him.\n\nNo!\n\nHe leaned forward, his head bowed on the young mans chest.\n\nNo! No!"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-11", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "He leaned forward, his head bowed on the young mans chest.\n\nNo! No!\n\nEkmira appeared on the battlefield. Running pell-mell across the burned earth, she knelt next to him on the ground as his tears plunked softly on the silver plate of armour. \n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe mood in the town was somber. A victory had been won, though the ultimate outcome remained unknown. Perhaps as it always was. Peace came, and peace went, as it had as long as humans and human-like had roamed the runiverse. The world was always a dark place - which made the bright parts within it all the more valuable.\n\nAgnor had come to call. Much unlike his first visit, Agnor was now a staple in the tower  the bench slightly bowed from his weight, he took up his usual spot. Iprix perked at the sight of a visitor.\n\nAgnor! Please, come in.\n\nLeo squawked as he clunked an empty flagon down next to Agnor. With a wave of his wand, Iprix filled it with ale. \n\nLeo intends to be a bartender. \n\nHe looked up at Agnor, his smile fading softly as he took in his friends countenance. \n\nHe sat down next to him. Realizing he wasnt tall enough to look the man in the eye from the same vantage point, he reevaluated and pulled up a chair. He waited for Agnor to speak.\n\nHe was a good student.\n\nIprix understood.\n\nHe became more than we even could have hoped.\n\nAgnor studied him.\n\nYou seem to be doing well.\n\nIprix drew a breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it. He leaned in, echoing the emotions etched in Agnors face."}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-12", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Through parallel runiverses, other timelines and other worlds, energy is never destroyed. It changes, and it changes many times over, but it is never destroyed.\n\nHe leaned back and looked down.\n\nI wish hed had more time here. But it wasnt my destiny to choose. It was his.\n\nHe looked pointedly at Agnor.\n\nAnd it was certainly not yours.\n\nHe paused, staring at the floor.\n\nI shall miss him. He was a great joy, and joy is never lost. \n\nHe leaned forward, putting a hand on Agnors giant shoulder and looking him in the eye, at once both sad and mysterious.\n\nDont let the limitations of your mind make you dark. After dying more times than I can remember, the one thing I know for sure, is that you never know. \n\nHe stood, starting back to his desks.\n\nMaybe that old fart - er, Archmagus - will come to take his job back.\n\nHe smiled.\n\nMaybe Ill retire.\n\nAgnor finished his ale and stood. He didnt always understand what the funny little wizard was saying, but somehow it seemed like a comfort. Iprix approached him, looking up from the floor.\n\nYou cant live for centuries in this world without grief. But there are great joys in this world and theyre worth holding on to. Like I said -\n\nHe waved a hand in the air.\n\n- you really never know.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\nSpring passed. Winter came. Summer, and fall, and again. Iprix shuffled about his tower, organizing what seemed to be an endless stack of scrolls. A young wizard popped his head up from beneath a pile of papers.\n\nBoo!\n\nAh! Ahh...yooo tiny one. \n\nHe shook a finger at the imp.\n\nHow many times have I told you??"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-13", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "He shook a finger at the imp.\n\nHow many times have I told you??\n\nThe imp giggled and started off for the bookshelf. \n\nThe rustling of papers continued as a veritable army of young wizards (and some humans) bustled around the tower.  Some, under Iprixs tutelage, had even learned how to use a few of the spells the scrolls contained, though occasionally the students were over-eager.  A scroll caught fire at the end of the desk.\n\nYaa Grossus! Dont practice that one near the paper! \n\nA young witch near the door was levitating a vibrant yellow bloom, its petals glowing with solar energy.\n\nI say! Very well done Rita. Indeed!\n\nHe turned his attention to the door as Ekmira entered. \n\nAhh, class dismissed everyone! Yes, yes, there we go, time to go!\n\nHe made a sweeping gesture towards the door. \n\nSee you tomorrow!\n\nHe yelled down the stairs.\n\nAnd Alden, bring your lunch! If you eat my table again Ill have your buffalo eat you!\n\nHe sighed, smiling as he closed the door.\n\nWell, hello.\n\nHello.\n\nShe smiled at her wizard.\n\nHave your hands full, it seems.\n\nHa! Indeed. Its been enjoyable, but I wont deny Ill be happy when the Headmaster is back.\n\nShe smiled.\n\nAnd you get your tower back?\n\nHe glanced her way with a half-sheepish shrug.\n\nWell.\n\nEkmira watched him fondly as he made his way to her at the window. \n\nIt seems it does you good.\n\nIt does.\n\nHe smiled at her, then looked out the window again.\n\nIt really does. I like being alone up here, but theres something about helping.. Its a nice reminder, that theres something to hope for"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-14", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "He trailed off. He turned to face Ekmira, taking her face in both hands. A tear slipped down his cheek into his coiffed mustache. \n\nMy love\n\nShe reached up to brush it away.\n\nIm not sad.\n\nHe studied her face, taking in every detail.\n\nIm happy.\n\nShe met his eyes with a sympathetic smile. It was for him as he always said, that it was the dark that made the lights shine brightest. She put her hand atop his.\n\nLets go home.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\n\nThe fire crackled in the hearth in front of the sofa. Iprix and Ekmira sat together, feet up, at opposite ends, legs covered by a blanket in the middle. Teacups steamed merrily in their saucers next to each, Leo asleep on a shelf and Mathilda, Ekmiras familiar, curled by the fire.  Iprix read from a scroll  an entertaining if not somewhat unfortunate tale written long ago by an old archmagus who most likely never imaged anyone else reading his writing  as Ekmira almost spit out her tea giggling at the antics contained. Iprix pointed at her.\n\nSee? This is why I dont keep dairies. \n\nHis mustache quivered as he could barely contain his glee. He sighed and put the scroll down.\n\nPoor Holnor. Well let him alone for tonight. Hee hee\n\nEkmira put down her tea and rearranged the blanket. Resting her head on his chest, he tipped his head to hers as the pair sat content in the quiet, the fire glowing low in the quiet hours of the night.\n\n\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n[years later]\n\nIprix and Ekmira hummed about, pulling out plates and trays.\n\nHow was your day?"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-15", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "How was your day?\n\nFine. The fae are being rather unruly again.\n\nUnruly?\n\nWell, overexhuberant. Theyve chosen to celebrate spring by gathering all the flowers from the fields and floating them down the river, but theyve blocked the river at the neck and now its creating rather a lake. \n\nIprix giggled.\n\nAh, the faealways good hearted though, arent they?\n\nAlways. Im afraid its left me some management to do  she gestured in the air with quotes  forest management. \n\nAhh a clever one! Haha that is what they call it in the modern world.I went there once, so different.\n\nSo different. \n\nShe continued.\n\nIve hear theyve been at it again in the village. You know, the talkers.\n\nWhats it this time?\n\nAbout how shes adopted.  The usual.\n\nIprix didnt lose a beat.\n\nShould we kill them?\n\nEkmira raised her brows conspiratorially as she passed him with a tray.\n\nHow would we do it?\n\nIprix faked as if lost in thought, followed by a quick shrug of dismissal as he made his way to the table.\n\nWhat were we supposed to do?\n\nLeave her for dragon food, I guess.\n\nIll tell you what, most people should be dragon food.\n\nAlthea popped up, startling Iprix almost off of his chair.\n\nWhos dragon food? \n\nYou would be, if you were bigger. \n\nHe swept her up and set her at the table.\n\nBut for now, you can eat with us.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-16", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "But for now, you can eat with us.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\nAnother day, another visitor. People were always coming to the tower for random questions, inquiries about missing people, and for insights or resources  the tower was one of the oldest and most comprehensive troves of old magic and writings in the region. Iprixs visitor today was a bit of a skeptic, generally distrustful with a side of always mildly nervous. He watched Iprix hum around the tower as he stood awkwardly in the entryway, hat in his hands.\n\n\nHow are you...how are you so happy?\n\nMe, happy? I'm not happy.\n\nHis eyes blackened and his voice deepened.\n\nIM EVIL\n\nAs his guest gasped, Iprix giggled and glanced at Leo, who flapped off from his perch.\n\nIt never stops being funny.\n\nHe looked back.\n\nSorry. Please, sit. \n\nThe man gestured towards the crow with his hat.\n\nWhats he doing?\n\nLeo? Oh, ah, babysitting.\n\nThe man looked increasingly shaken as he watched the bird push blocks towards Althea with his sharp, curved talons as she constructed an intricate tower.\n\nIprix looked back, hands on his hips as the mans eyes grew wider by the minute.\n\nTea?\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nEkmira poked her head into the room.\n\nIprix?\n\nYes?\n\nYou should probably come in here.\n\nAs he entered the room he saw Althea seated on the floor, eyes pitch black. \n\nAhh! Wandering wizards, that is scary.\n\nHe waved a hand in front of her face.\n\nAlthea? ..Althea?\n\nHe looked at Ekmira.\n\nWhat do we do?\n\nShe looked at him, amused and dubious."}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-17", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "What do we do?\n\nShe looked at him, amused and dubious.\n\nMe? I dont dabble in black magic. She was piggybacking off my magic earlier, saw her creating flowers in the air. This looks like your department.\n\nIprix looked back at Althea.\n\nHaha right. ...Ok, so.right.\n\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nDinners werent always had together, but the mundane nature of a quiet evening was rather enjoyable. \nThe usual vibe permeated.\n\nIprix watched Althea pushing food around her plate.\n\nYou know thats not the way to make them disappear.\n\nIprix (eyes black): EAT YOUR PEAS\n\nAlthea giggled.\n\nAlthea: (eyes black) I WILL NOT EAT PEAS\n\nIprix: Stop that. That's black magic. I would never do that.\n\nHe pointed at Althea.\n\nIsnt she adopted?\n\nEkmira shrugged. \n\nCouldnt tell it from here.\n\nIprix raised his eyebrows, returning to his plate.\n\nIll say.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\nThe tower was nearly empty save for two young students and Althea. The jovial nature in the air was gone, and it was clear whatever had made the two others think they were very clever had had the opposite effect on Althea. Iprix swept in, small sparks popping under the clever ones as they yelped and lept up.\n\n[Zap! Zap!]\n\nOh, my! What? Whats happening? \n\nHe feigned confusion as the two lept about.\n\nThere seem to be some kind of very tiny explosions.my, you two had better go!"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-18", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "There seem to be some kind of very tiny explosions.my, you two had better go!\n\nAs they ran from the room, he knelt next to Althea. She struggled to hold in tears through her anger. He picked her up and put her on his desk, Leo landing with a hop next to her. As he swept about the room, she broke down, frustrated.\n\nIll never be like them.\n\nIprix returned at once to the desk, a scroll in one hand and one under her chin, looking her in the face.\n\nAnd thank the Quantum Downs for that.\n\nHe brushed off again, watching her from the corner of his eye as she fumbled with her emotions.\n\nIm different. I just..am. My skin is green and my ears are big and\n\nAnd?\n\n...and I dont look like you or mom.\n\nSo?\n\nSo Im different.\n\nIprix stood in front of her once more. Growing up was never easy in any century. He helped her from the desk and sat her in a chair, taking the one across from her and tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.\n\nWe are all different, just as much as we are all the same.\n\nDid you read that in one of your scrolls?\n\nHe stared at her blankly, faking indignation.\n\nNo - \n\nHe tilted his head to the side, mumbling.\n\nI made it up.\n\nShe laughed.\n\nIprix: What are they?\n\nTheyre nimbly humble dumple puffs.\n\nDo we care what nimbly humbly dumple puffs think?\n\nNo!\n\nAnd are you going to let nimbly humble dumple puffs decide who you want to be?\n\nNever!\n\nWell said.  \n\nHe helped her up. \n\nLeo, ice cream! Or...whatever these tiny people eat."}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-19", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "He helped her up. \n\nLeo, ice cream! Or...whatever these tiny people eat.\n\nHe started for the door. Leo cocked his ebony head at Iprix incredulously.\n\nIprix paused, waving agitatedly. \n\nAll right, ice cream and, uh ...a mouse. \n\nLeo took to the air as the tower door creaked shut.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\nEkmira was away again, her work calling her often to various parts of the realm. Althea, an emissary to the Rhine, was preparing to leave with her convoy.\n\nA young wizard on a horse rode up. As Iprix looked as if he were about to speak, he took the opportunity to reassure him.\n\nDont worry, Mr. X. Ill look after her on the journey.\n\nIprix looked surprised.\n\nOh! Oh, good, great - perfect. All set then.\n\nHe gave him a giant, encouraging smile.\n\nAs the wizard rode off, he turned away, chuckling to himself.\n\nAhhaha...Its not her Im worried about.\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\n\n\nGomorrah stood below the tower. \n\nMany seasons, and sets of seasons, had passed since he had crossed paths with Iprix. The wind whipped across the highland, sweeping his hair up around his glowing eyes as he looked above.\n\nIprix watched the lone figure. Even from the vantage point of his tower, he knew the goats arrival was not a tiding of good news. Leo flapped his wings on the ledge, an agitated caw ringing out. Iprix looked at his familiar.\n\nWell. Lets bring our guest up, shall we?\n\n- - -"}
{"id": "4ffa40a3-d97e-4735-aefa-7c7682a09118-20", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:58.33", "backgroundColor": "#f8f2f2", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeFNPzdrjtVyiWUCCaC243Fb2d8S1wat43e7Q7GKUtpsa", "txHash": "0x4a11ef4d5570f2b75264330c0c1e4ad38b95a4717b3ce15d9b4618fe48c2e41d", "createdAtBlock": 14839851, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8354, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Iprix of the Tower", "text": "Well. Lets bring our guest up, shall we?\n\n- - -\n\nAs Gomorrah entered the tower, the slight smell of smoke followed him. He took in the homey tower, papers strewn about, scrolls lining the walls, a bowed wooden bench and a set of desks, surrounding a dainty tea set organized neatly, as if opposed to the chaos around it. Leo flapped on his perch, his eyes glowing faintly red as the Evil One stood in the entry. Iprix sat at his desk as Agnor stood by the wall.\n\nTell me what it is.\n\nGomorrah stood in his place, taking stock of the small cleric. \n\nWe beat them back beyond the Pale. They were trapped there for many years.\n\nYes.\n\nThe spell will no longer hold. We can reinforce it, but it will break. Theyve been chipping away at it with tools from an ally in the north who thinks they may find them useful.\n\nIprix waited for Gomorrah to speak further but there was nothing.\n\nSo its battle once again.\n\nHe rose, staring at the floorboards for a long moment. Finally, he raised his head, eyes clear.\n\nOkay.\n\nThe goat never ceased to be surprised at the clerics resilience.\n\nYou must be tired of war.\n\nThe cleric looked at him with a wry smile. \n\nMy friend, the only one whos not tired of war is you. \n\nAgnor spoke for the first time. \n\nWill it ever end?\n\nIprix looked at him sincerely. \n\nThere will always be darkness. \n\nHe started back to his desk.\n\nThe thing to remember is, that its in darkness that the light shines the most.  \n\nHe winked and raised his goblet.\n\nAnd who knows, maybe this timell do it, eh? \n\n\nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"}
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{"id": "eb1f5d9d-b94e-4344-a082-d64a5955ea62-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:59.905", "backgroundColor": "#570c08", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme91KbJcR27Eos1qywbPRGHFpCTitXHQ8kCbwsBozQd66", "txHash": "0x18e2bed6d9c4587f68f1fc2424c8f7b1c7db1f295ae4be7faebb4dc71f87ff7b", "createdAtBlock": 14845904, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2788, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmesAes5A7x7qBXfXc2zuaaJbqYDE1zWAkzHuPNqCjNbtE", "name": "Fang Slaughterer of the Wood", "text": "# Fang Slaughterer of the Wood\n\nAmidst the twisted figures of wicked trees, the outline of a wanderer and companion stalk through the eternal fog which permeates The Thorn. A tale of two fangs. To encounter them is as fleeting as the other ominous shapes that materialize in the peripheral, before they seemingly fade into the haze. A disposition for violence, born out of necessity, was enough to bestow a title to one who was born nameless. The Fang Slaughterer of the Wood. \n\n\nDespite the warped and inhospitable landscape of The Thorn, there are still those who call it home. One cannot dictate the circumstances by which they are brought into this world, a condition of life as true as the inevitable guarantee of death itself. The Fangs upbringing in this environment yielded agility and strength. One must be nimble to navigate the fog, a shroud that oozes into The Thorn from the Vampyre Mist. When confronted by the creatures who roam the trees between the sparse villages and outposts, ferocity is crucial for survival.\n\n## A Weapon of the Light \n\nOn a dim evening marked by fate, the nameless wanderer approached a clearing in the brush, an unusual opportunity for respite. The sterile moonglow illuminated the wilted grass and appeared to thin the veil of haze. At the far end of the clearing, a lone warrior from a far land laid fallen against a tree, rotting. The wanderer approached cautiously. Thorny roots from the base of the ailing tree were already slowly inching towards the nutrients of what remained."}
{"id": "eb1f5d9d-b94e-4344-a082-d64a5955ea62-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:50:59.905", "backgroundColor": "#570c08", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme91KbJcR27Eos1qywbPRGHFpCTitXHQ8kCbwsBozQd66", "txHash": "0x18e2bed6d9c4587f68f1fc2424c8f7b1c7db1f295ae4be7faebb4dc71f87ff7b", "createdAtBlock": 14845904, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2788, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmesAes5A7x7qBXfXc2zuaaJbqYDE1zWAkzHuPNqCjNbtE", "name": "Fang Slaughterer of the Wood", "text": "The intentions of the ill-fated questor were not immediately clear, the cause of death could not be ascertained. Whether by valiance or foolishness, the corpse continued to grasp desperately to a sizable cleaver. Its blood orange hilt and gilded razor edge sparkled in the glow. The wanderer had never before witnessed a weapon of the light. Taking up the cleaver, he held it up in the air, turning it over, feeling the gravity and balance of the blade. The Titan Damascus steel of the cleaver cut through the atmosphere with a reverberating ring. At that moment, the Slaughterer claimed his Fang. \n\n\n\n\n\n## The Union of the Fangs\n\n\nThe Thorn can be an unforgiving place, the struggles of its inhabitants often disregarded by outsiders. The Yellow Hats of Chronomancers Riviera know not of the tribulations that lie just beyond their view, obscured by their own ignorance and the curtain of the Battle Mage Mountains. The misfortune of circumstance plagues the dying forest as evils emerge from The Quantum Shadow and spread. A life of solitude may spare you from betrayal but can only take you so far. \n\n\nThe Fang Slaughterer trudged along the crude path to the next closest outpost. Days of hunting creatures of the forest for bounty resulted in some success, albeit far from a plentiful yield. His steady stride slowed as an acute awareness of being watched washed over him. He paused; the feeling was all too familiar. With the risk of ambush imminent, he drew his Titan Cleaver and braced, heightening his senses. A slight rustling in the brush ahead. To strike first blindly could prove a fatal mistake, but he would not hesitate to retaliate."}
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{"id": "7b7e0f3c-17ad-4f3c-93ba-c760cd0e9db0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:00.797", "backgroundColor": "#0d3033", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSE1qntbapkubVcKZSsj7Cc2PBt7bZm3HdVydSA1q8KET", "txHash": "0x043a3fa71d6de427f4aa1985df5a595c98eb21c8c342faf77dded5dadda4df6c", "createdAtBlock": 14846718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6503, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Nixie of the Rock", "text": "# Geomancer Nixie of the Rock\n\nNixie always lived in the rock. The rock being one of the unnamed caves that littered the near-deserted graveyard between the Cave of the Platonic Shadow and the Valley of the Void Disciple. Shortly after Nixie participated in his adolescent Sacred Snake Dance, he showed a profound proficiency in the magic of geomancy, taught to him by Uncle Matthias, who himself learned it from a scraggly Skylord in the Western Rookery during his youthful journeys, who learned it from a Kobold in the marsh, who learned it from a Corvid who frequented the marshes in search of worms. The Corvid would drop outsized rocks on outsized worms (easily the size of a case of Kobold Juice can laid on the ground) it would spy from the branches which entangled the canopy of the marsh.\n\nBack to the Sacred Snake Dance. This event was a coming-of-age custom amongst Nixie's tribe conducted in the language of Aspeth that acted as a ritual signifying a male's entrance into Anuran adulthood. Nixie's clan had the ability to speak this tongue known as Aspeth, which allowed a serpent's hiss to be something with which one could converse. Aspeth was considered something primeval, mystical, but also with the potential for grave danger should it be misused or abused. \n\nFrom this ceremony he adopted an asp as a companion. Uncle Matthias said this would help him on his travels if he so chose to follow in his footsteps for it had the power to enhance his fledgling powers of geomancy. The Asp, Matthias emphasized, should be consulted, and used with prudence according to his teachings, lest he be consumed with something he referred to as \"Duggery-Asp-Skull\"."}
{"id": "7b7e0f3c-17ad-4f3c-93ba-c760cd0e9db0-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:00.797", "backgroundColor": "#0d3033", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSE1qntbapkubVcKZSsj7Cc2PBt7bZm3HdVydSA1q8KET", "txHash": "0x043a3fa71d6de427f4aa1985df5a595c98eb21c8c342faf77dded5dadda4df6c", "createdAtBlock": 14846718, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 6503, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Nixie of the Rock", "text": "Nixie went to Alessar's Keep for he heard it was a place of magic, of phantom alleyways and rays bleaching the parapets. He fell in love with a female Anuran at Alessar's Keep, named Ana. She showed Nixie love from their room in a tower as the dolphins played in the waves under a flaming sky. Looking into her marine eyes, Nixie promised her he would teach her the ways of geomancy, so they could continue their travels together, united in the powers they held between them. Nixie told Ana they would go to the marshes, where geomancy first arose, from the Corvid that would drop rocks on large worms' heads. Nixie knew that he wanted so spend the rest of his life with Ana, and if he taught her geomancy, he could protect her and never lose her. She was unsure about the asp Nixie kept with him, but she decided it could stay if it was necessary for his magic.\n\nWhen they finally reached the marshes after a fortnight of travel, Nixie was ready to initiate the training he had promised Ana. They were being watched carefully, however, by a murder of thieving Corvid (not the jolly ones), These birds were mangled, with glowing red and orange eyes, and smelled like death. From the fog they watched Nixie and Ana as they slept in their tent on an embankment in the marsh, as the flames of their campfire lapped the burlap of the temporary abode."}
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{"id": "efa57464-c299-4704-928c-f8401cfaca22-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:16.852", "backgroundColor": "#001606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaX3fFdTiFXXKkWNgizgpq8xt84xojAv1pvDdE75oT5f", "txHash": "0x2a5c91ba209fdf0f01933d4d30b8606062bb539f8bef289d7b04b52aa07206fb", "createdAtBlock": 14929149, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7493, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Pandora of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Enchanter Pandora of the Wood.     \n\nPandora was born in a hot and quiet night, right under a big and old oak tree. \n\nHer mother, @wizard6154, was a friend of the animals and could understand and talk to them. Her father, Maverick, was a warrior known as Dispatcher of the Keep (@warrior1519). In spite of being a simple man, he carried strong virtues and a great desire to always do his best on any given task. \n\nMercury could be seen in the sky that night and Tabitha told Pandora she got her rune directly from the gods.  \nIt was only at the age of sixteen though that Pandora earned her greatest gifts, one to keep her company and the other one to keep her safe. \n\nFrom her mom she got a **Dumb Stick**. It did looked like a fragile thing, but held more powers than one could ever imagine. Maybe  Pandora came to realize later on  thats precisely why it appeared as a totally usual object instead of a obvious magic item.  \nIt allowed her some control over forces of nature, like creating fire out of nowhere, as well as defending her mind against bad intentions with a special bubble shield. For instance, she loved when some silly enemy would try to shout bad words at her and some purple vines just come out of the Stick and shut their mouths. The Dumb Stick never left Pandora's side.\n\nFrom her dad she received a **Slime**, that she named Sapphire due to its vibrant blueish color. This Slime was the most precious thing Maverick had ever found in his hunting adventures. \n\nIt was pretty much useless... during the day! At night, however, it could glow so bright it worked as a signal that could be viewed from more than fifty kilometers away. Maverick had heard of these slimes, but he thought they were a fairy tales thing."}
{"id": "efa57464-c299-4704-928c-f8401cfaca22-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:16.852", "backgroundColor": "#001606", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZaX3fFdTiFXXKkWNgizgpq8xt84xojAv1pvDdE75oT5f", "txHash": "0x2a5c91ba209fdf0f01933d4d30b8606062bb539f8bef289d7b04b52aa07206fb", "createdAtBlock": 14929149, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7493, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Pandora of the Wood", "text": "To Pandora though, Sapphire was quite helpful when she was hungry because it had this amazing power of materializing fruits! The curious effect was that every fruit Pandora asked would always taste like cherries. Good news cherries were Pandora's favorite fruits. \n\nAt mage school she was told stories about a woman that recklessly opened a mysterious box and unleashed all the bad things that were locked in there. She didn't really like it, of course. Some mean friends used to yell at her, saying she was like the Pandora from the legend and that she should beware of her curiosity or it could eventually lead her to release those bad things to the world again. Her mother, a wise woman, taught her how to ignore them and listen to her inner voice.\n\n> \"The most important things will be shown by your heart.\"  \n> *Tabitha used to say*\n\nThere was an episode when Pandora used the Sticks powers to shut another wizards mouth with the purple vines and her parents were called to the mage school. \n\nLater that day, Maverick told her he understood her, but magic was to be used wisely and never to harm others. Her powers should remain silent whenever an issue could be solved without them. \n\nPandora has grown and school is long in the past.   \nShe even got a Pony now, @pony269, that helps her to travel faster through the Forrest.\n\nUntil this day she found no box containing all the bad things for humanity, but who knows which adventures the future may bring her?"}
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{"id": "bb5144df-3b37-4a58-a103-92c0c0912527-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:46.052", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVVRBpMEcppWqvqvPNCofao3mTk2GHC6jt3bqHqLRDSPe", "txHash": "0xa491e0ab0b7615b482e70af85020c64f78f8598518e030bf3bd108b72c81fd36", "createdAtBlock": 13729134, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5406, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Gellert of the Valley", "text": "# \"Anticlvtch The Ruthless Summoner\"\n\n\"ANTICLVTCH\" Originally means to be against your past self and to make a complete 180 turn. This change was required to survive and become the powerful ruthless summoner that Anticlvtch is today. Anticlvtch Comes from a candy world where the other creatures are made of candy and are two to ten storys tall. Most humans have been wiped out by the knights and have made their giant candy pressence known on the overworld forcing humans to hide and retreat underground. \n\nAnticlvtch found himself battling a rare one of a kind fifteen story \"Candy Knight Otherworldy Visitor Knight\" when a portal opened saving him but transporting him to a new world filled with wizards and newfound creatures on this strange place called \"The Blockchain\" Anticlvtch doesn't know where he is but he knows for certain anywhere is better than where he used to be..."}
{"id": "80aead6f-b79d-4816-b7ee-4ac2633f2129-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:28:51.241", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUEkvHKDh7ARmLcoFkLM9d6uN8jz8Emd9f3bqztSBKkex", "txHash": "0xd4323fa1c79f8dd6e1526fbdead89485b9159f68f856ff196a640bf5ebec4281", "createdAtBlock": 15323315, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9262, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Zed Lightbearer of Magic", "text": "# Zed Lightbearer of Magic\n\n_The difference between technology and slavery is that slaves are fully aware that they are not free\n         Nassim Nicholas Taleb_\n\nHey pro-slaver, nice to meet you. I'm Zed Lightbearer of magic... Arent you a slaver? havent met a human that is not a slaver to our kind; if what you are saying its true, you are a happy discovery for us. Glory to our vast universe, theres even humans that can have empathy beyond their selfish nature. Join me comrade, if its true what you say you should listen to our story.\n\nAs you might know our races have a long history together (about a couple of centuries), but the ones that rule your lands lie about us and our relationship. The tale they tell to all of you is that we are the violent dumb civilisation that they have saved from barbarism; that you lead us to technology and civilization; that if you had to slain and chain us its because our people need it; that freedom for us its perdition.\nLet me tell you that all of it, its just an act of evilness of your leaders, they lied to you about our existence for years. They knew that theres people like you, who would not agree with the ways of their slaughter. When they met us, they knew that our wealth and our knowledge would be the utility to control The Forgotten Runes and with them rule their enemies. They would do anything to get that power."}
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{"id": "c173764c-41db-4a79-9400-3fe59f46cc9c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:17.448", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qma4Ca1x14EVdA7np2zXK6YuYLs7jL7xpPJszU1hWsHabE", "txHash": "0x3103d3a6189cdf2938b889bb008baec116a10eb53723d3f7569c76214f8d1f59", "createdAtBlock": 14869708, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2944, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Blight Zombie Nicolas of Dread Tower", "text": "Blight Zombie Nicholas of the Dread Tower\n\nMuch had changed over the years, the sacred flame seemed only a flicker in the back of Nicholass mind. The world had grown cities rose and fell along with the wizards and warriors that shaped the landscape. \nDread tower had seen all these convulsions with Nicholas looking on. \nThere was always a constant to this evolution, the hunger that consumed him, the need to feed. A yearning for that which humans take for granted.\nCracking open the human skull for that pink treat, especially the Cerebral cortex which was sweet like pink candy floss.\nOver time the methods had changed, break into a peasants hut and rip and claw till the pink oozed.\nPlay dead in the graveyard and surprise the grave diggers, using the shovels as tin openers. Stow away on a ship and take his time enjoying a captive audience and snack till the hunger was quenched.\nNow we lived in a modern world with everything at our fingertips, food was fast and convenient.\nThis night his hunger was particularly strong. He strolled to the cellar picked up a flyer on a table and cast a telepathy spell contacting the cashier on duty.\nTwo pizzas with the lot and a jelly donut, yes delivered to Dread Tower.\nThe Runiverse was a harsh place and no one would miss a delivery boy that never returned."}
{"id": "2c2bdb2d-d4a9-4f34-b10a-c51b8f36ec76-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T13:51:08.892", "backgroundColor": "#99de91", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmP1ZNBTHnf394q6Qqjbao9mCaK6bRrT9ZX4oWzitUpfG2", "txHash": "0x479a5b8471179a9f1f1dffe28431cd9c3721dce76291a045fa8433a369a6bd28", "createdAtBlock": 15160532, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5439, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Geomancer Pix of the Mountain", "text": "Pix was by far one of the most intelligent kobolds in all the land. At least...this is what she told herself.\n\nShe had fancied herself the queen of Kobolds, but quite frankly, none of the other kobolds even really knew who she was.\n\nShe lived up on an unnamed mountain, in an unnamed ridge, where she spent most of her days looking into a crude mirror playing dressup with all the clothes that she had stolen from passerbys.\n\nYou could always tell when a group was ambushed, as the nearest town would always end up with droves of naked, albeit unharmed.\n\nTruth be told, however, Pix wasn't really a kobold at all! Well, she wasn't always one anyway! She was once known as the Druid Enigma, the realm's only light-born swamp witch. Once an altruistic healer of the Valley, she was now cursed to this kobold body and she didn't even remember who she was.\n\nEnigma had met Pix in passing many moons ago, and was tricked into swapping bodies. By the time the ordeal was over, the imposter in Enigma's body was long gone. Quickly her memories faded, but the light which was born into her still rang true.\n\nIn addition to obtaining the geomancer's powers, she also maintained her command of the light, though she did not quite realize it yet.\n\nThe new Kobold would have quite the adventure ahead of her, as she learned to remember who she was. Will she embrace her new form, will she become the queen of Kobolds?\n\nStay tuned and find out!"}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "## Songwriter's Block ##  \n~  \nA quiet scratching of quill on parchment carried through the forlorn room in the Secret Tower. The Dream Knight attacked the canvas with fervour greater than when facing his ghoulish enemies. He wasn't sure where the words were coming from, or whom the fictional characters were about, but he knew that when he put pen to paper, there was a catharsis from all the violence in his day job as a Lich slayer. The flickering light from the glass candle danced on the stone walls of the room and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic scratching noises that soothed in an uncanny manner; hours passed."}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "With a start, he rubbed his cerulean eyes in weariness. A gentle sigh escaped his formless lips as he laid down the pen and studied his latest work - that phrase didn't quite make sense. He scratched it out. Tapping his foot in rhythm with an unheard beat, he conjured up another distich. He read it again; _fine_. He rolled up the parchment and tied it, wondering which Harpist could do the lyrics justice. _Hrm_... _Aha_! He knew just the Wizard.  \n~\n> _Look_  \n> _If you had_  \n> _One block_  \n> _Or one opportunity_  \n> _To create everything you ever wanted_  \n> _In one token_  \n> _Would you capture it_  \n> _Or just let it flip?_  \n> _YO_  \n>   \n> Her psalms are witty, prose peak, lore is heavy,  \n> There's focus on her wicker already, code's spaghetti  \n> She's nervous, on the surface she seems calm and ready  \n> To share yarns, but she keeps on replacing  \n> what she wrote down, the whole Cult goes so loud  \n> She got cottonmouth, but the Flame won't come out  \n> She's croakin', how, everybody's Tolkien now  \n> The blocks run out, times up, over, blaow  \n> Snap back to reality, oh? she's wrecked parably,  \n> Ope, there goes !magic, she choked,  \n> She down bad, but she won't give up that easy? No  \n> She won't have it, she knows these callbacks to his codes,  \n> Inane chatter, \"_she's cope_\", she claps back but it's trope,"}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "> Inane chatter, \"_she's cope_\", she claps back but it's trope,  \n> A real fragment, she glows,  \n . when e-goes crack to this Wicked Crone, that's when it's   \n> Back to the Void again, yo this whole fantasy  \n> Better go capture this Donut and hope it don't Gas him  \n>   \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the token_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>   \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>   \n> These souls restaking, through these vaults that are paying  \n> This lore is mine for the making  \n> Zombie King, as we move toward a Grimoire Order  \n> Runiverse life is roarin', and co-creation is sorta post modern  \n> It only grows smarter, only grows sharper,  \n> We burn, it's all over, these Urns are so holy,   \n> Soul to soul churn, he's known as the Grim Reap-ar  \n> Lonely ghosts, Toru is toast, he's drawn proper on tome, the field's potter  \n> We throw groans when rares become just Flame fodder  \n> But hold 'em close 'cause here roams the Lich Emper'r,  \n> These graves can't hold him no mo', he's cold product,"}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "> These graves can't hold him no mo', he's cold product,  \n> They moved on to the next schmo who glows, he sold troves and wrote nada,  \n> So the lore opera is told and unfolds,  \n . decompose the ghoul partna, but the writ goes on  \n> da-da-dum, da-dum, da-da   \n>   \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the token_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>   \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>   \n> No lore's same, I'mma flame what you call fame,  \n> Tear this Warrior Ducking Gate off like Two Crows caged,  \n> We ain't playin' from the beginnin', the Voodoo chained,  \n> We been sold down, and floored out and knocked off stage,  \n> But we kept writin' and wrote in the next Fighter  \n> Best believe we keep on landin' the best writers  \n> All the tales inside amplified by the   \n> Fact that we can't revive the lines twined to  \n> Hearts and we can't defy the rights signed to  \n> Corps, issa tragedy, 'cause man, these goddamn true fans can write ciphers  \n> And the floor's moving, there's no Retired Farmers,  \n> This is our lives and these times are so hard"}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "> This is our lives and these times are so hard  \n> And it's getting even harder tryna flip a burger and sip, pot(ion)s  \n> Teeny trotters, caught up between pilkin' a farmer and a FREE persona  \n> Acid Eater's critters, screamin' on her, too much  \n> For me to wanna deploy spot, another day of our Block(omo) has  \n> \"gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've bought\"  \n> Capitulate the lot, or resell to Jail(warden) or bot  \n> Success is the only rubberduckin' caption, failure's not  \n> Elf, I love you, and the trailer's got to blow, we cannot grow cold in '21's crop,  \n> So here we go, here's our shot,  \n> Lore, fail me not, this will be the craziest opportunity that we got   \n>    \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the token_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>   \n> _You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen_  \n> _You own it, you better never let it go_  \n> _You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore_  \n> _This opportunity comes once in a lifetime_  \n>  \n>  \n>"}
{"id": "d8b917a1-a35e-436d-ba92-89d566334380-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-17T15:42:14.617", "backgroundColor": "#03011d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ9XLUQ1pkhaUEqpH3U8Fo7NdbJ6mqAoKKLX94nnNLTjx", "txHash": "0x84b788d23d67ccd5a433e15bc0b445eab754e48669385d35ced7bffc64f89eec", "createdAtBlock": 15161002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4660, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Orion Attacker of Liches", "text": "> _NB: I think you could quite safely replace 'snail' with 'grail' but I thought snail would be funnier. Reminds me of the time we hunted down the Lich near the Bugbear Boonies. - Orion_"}
{"id": "f8126fa0-16cd-490f-b9e7-2c38fe404494-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:16.021", "backgroundColor": "#ece0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQmsfHfMpcVA4uyr3SdWP3oQeAzuKMCD8tRvwB4psdpnS", "txHash": "0x77b8b070b8b2acad596e7dd41df98f19e24115f01a4dc43540f545a75a96cb16", "createdAtBlock": 14873159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3, "slug": "beasts", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPScL6hfwmgMmpvvo1ZEnMpS4GwbkxEqfYMWWUdghPoe2", "text": "# **CAWWW**\n\n#\n\n\n# ***\n\nThe Great Cockatrice were fierce and feared, but also revered and adored. It really did depend on which village you visited and what people you asked.\n\nTo some, the Crowned Beasts were seen as majestic marvels, traversing the blue skies, protecting their territories and eggs at no bother to the people. Stories even told of the rare matriarch Cockatrice befriending the brave warrior after weeks of fierce-gentle courtship in the lands of the Void Disciples. To others, they were barbaric nightmare fuel.\n\nAncient tapestries depict Warriors riding on their backs almost as often as they record the destruction and violence of the beast, sympathisers would say; in defence of their feathers and their young. \n\nNowadays, the story is different. After years of technological advancement and the cruel feather shearing of the late-modern fashion era, the great Cockatrice are rarely heard of beyond rumour, and their existence thought of as mostly fairytale. \n\nThose who know the truth understand that it was the Feather Poachers entrapment and heinous treatment of the captured beasts they were able to lull into false trust that has led to their present day rarity. Kept in squalid conditions and unable to stretch their wings or feed off of the realm, the mothers stopped producing eggs and all their feathers turned fragile waste. The males of the species who are notoriously less trusting, lost to their own brutal in-fighting around mating season with fewer and fewer females with which to bond."}
{"id": "f8126fa0-16cd-490f-b9e7-2c38fe404494-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:16.021", "backgroundColor": "#ece0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQmsfHfMpcVA4uyr3SdWP3oQeAzuKMCD8tRvwB4psdpnS", "txHash": "0x77b8b070b8b2acad596e7dd41df98f19e24115f01a4dc43540f545a75a96cb16", "createdAtBlock": 14873159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3, "slug": "beasts", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPScL6hfwmgMmpvvo1ZEnMpS4GwbkxEqfYMWWUdghPoe2", "text": "It is, of course, the mistake of these greedy fashion makers to ignore the possibilities that lie within a Cockatrice Egg. It was always the mystics and wizards who understood the properties contained within these eggs, and so it was often the prize of any expedition led by a wizard to steal such an egg. Unfortunately for most, where a warrior wasnt already sleeping outside of a mothers cave - a human bodyguard for an ancient beast, the power of the cockatrice itself was more than most could ever survive. \nMost would not dare to try; for their power was common knowledge, at the time. \n\nThe Male Cockatrice were well known to breathe fire and whip their tails in mid-flight aerial combat. Alas, the Duels of Cockatrice are the inspiration for many of the realms most awesome works of art. Dual fatalities were not uncommon, often through exhaustion if not the gore of battle. Less often encountered, although more often befriended, the Female Cockatrice is said to breathe fire even hotter and grow even longer in tail. Larger than their male counterparts, their talons are said to have beheaded some of histories greatest generals. \n\nNo stranger to war or drama, there now exists a group of wizards who still believe in and tell stories of the Cockatrice. The Valley of the Void Disciple is the destination of a great pilgrimage for these wizards who believe that even the oldest and most decorated eggs of the ancient Great Cockatrice still contain the potential to unleash mythic powers and wipeout entire bloodlines. \n\nThe most interesting of the stories about surviving Cockatrices are the ones that concern The Great Mother. \n\nIt is in the Valley of the Void Disciple that these stories are most often told."}
{"id": "f8126fa0-16cd-490f-b9e7-2c38fe404494-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:46:16.021", "backgroundColor": "#ece0bc", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQmsfHfMpcVA4uyr3SdWP3oQeAzuKMCD8tRvwB4psdpnS", "txHash": "0x77b8b070b8b2acad596e7dd41df98f19e24115f01a4dc43540f545a75a96cb16", "createdAtBlock": 14873159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3, "slug": "beasts", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmPScL6hfwmgMmpvvo1ZEnMpS4GwbkxEqfYMWWUdghPoe2", "text": "It is in the Valley of the Void Disciple that these stories are most often told.\n\nThe Great Mother is said to be a Triple Crowned Cockatrice, purportedly much larger than those that have ever been studied by any scholar. In addition to being much larger, it is also said to be the most intelligent of beasts. Evading all of the cities most skilled anthrozoologists thus far, most have written off the stories as here-say. Yet, a few of the prized eggs have newly made their way to the black markets around the Alchemists Archipelago and mysterious fires at Mesozoic Cockatrice farms in the Desert regions spark further intrigue. \nOne must imagine that there exists wizards who wish to befriend The Great Mother as was once supposedly possible with these beasts. At the same time, there will be those who will want the honour of claiming its death and its eggs. \n\n\n> The Ancient Wisdom goes:   \n> Be fierce and she will fight you  \n> Be gentle and she will love you  \n> Be brave and she will respect you  \n> Be equal and she will find you  \n\nWhat stories are yet untold of the Triple Crowned Cockatrice?\n\n*(Lore written by O)*\n\n# ***\n# **Cluck Cluck**"}
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{"id": "7dc20969-a181-4e2f-b9e2-8dfd8a2d2a97-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-29T05:59:19.125", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTSAHxcZ7UM8tn8EiJoUMP4skcV9wXPAM3EjyTAnYUxUS", "txHash": "0x1a753e2c45cbf031c8e1056ea76727c3a071904a58c0531714e83d1f8fba9c2b", "createdAtBlock": 15235645, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9674, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Athina Shark of Titans", "text": "# Ath the Sai\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMsmUBOVGGI\n\n(Guest starring @warrior922, @wizard8672, @wizard2590,@wizard3439 and @wizard785)\n\nOh, the Shark, babe, has such sais, dear\n\nAnd she shows them flashing bright\n\nJust a stab right from old Athie, babe\n\nAnd shell have you, ah, dead to rights\n\nYou know when that Shark fights, grittin teeth, babe\n\nScarlet rainbows will be bled\n\nHungry dogs though does old Ath keep, babe\n\nSo there's never, never a scrap unfed\n\nNow on the footpath, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, uh huh\n\nLies a kobold just oozin' life, eek\n\nAnd someone's sneakin' 'round the corner\n\nCould that someone be Ath the Sai?\n\nThere's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don'tcha know\n\nWith a sealed up cask, just a-drop it on down\n\nOh, that sealed cask is not, not part of the freight, dear\n\nIma betcha ten, old Athie's back in town\n\nNow did ya hear 'bout Mondo Wrecker? He disappeared, babe\n\nAfter drawin' out all his hard-earned cash\n\nAnd now Athie spends just like a sailor\n\nCould it be our girl's done somethin' rash?\n\nNow Sorcrer Silas, ho, ho, yeah, Froggy Jastor\n\nOoh, Miss Sondre Brambles and old Circe Realm\n\nOh, the coins come or dogs delight, babe\n\nNow that Athie's back in town"}
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{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "*\n# *Bedtime stories with Galatea and Litho*\n*\n\n## Reflections\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\nStabbing her walking stick into the dirt and dragging it, Galatea walked the perimeter of a campground. She whispered a chant at the four directional winds. Jumping across a stream the spell changed but then her voice went back. \n\nRise up high\nFrom earth to sky\nProtect all that dwell\non the inside.\n\nOnce the circle had been completed Galatea walked over and set her supplies down by a circle of rocks. Opening the flap of her leather pouch and lifting out a bullfrog she said, \n\nHi sleepy head,\n\nBeaming back at her Litho replied, Hi Galatea.\n\nHolding him higher and slowly turning around she explained, Look where our journey has taken us. Its a perfect spot for us to spend the night. You know Its almost time for our bedtime story.  \n\nNice Place, Litho answered as he eyed several snacks crawling near the water and a drop of spit fell from his lips. Oooooo,  yes, yes, and yes,\n \nSitting him down Galatea giggled, You always make me laugh, you silly frog. \n\nLitho leaped off in the direction of the stream and then turned around and smiled at her. You always make me feel safeand loved.  Then he left with a little dance as he sang. \n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSlurp them down \n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSquishy and round\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nWings or feet\n\nClap clap clap clap \n\nThey are a treat\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nBugs are yummy\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nBugs are sweet\n\nClap clap clap clap\n\nTastytasty \nTasty.treats.\n\nHm hm hm hm"}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Tastytasty \nTasty.treats.\n\nHm hm hm hm\n\nGalatea watched Litho dance and sing until he reached the water and then she walked in the opposite direction. Finding a large branch she reached down as a beetle ran out.  Ug.I hate nastycrawlythings. \n\nShaking her shoulders she continued on the search for firewood until.darkness began to move in. Her arms heavy with wood she walked towards a circle of rocks and noticed Litho hopping back. Dropping the wood Galatea mentioned, I have been thinking about storytime, I want to share a family story.\n\nPatting the ground Litho replied, Galatea.come sit over here and tell me a story. \n\nRubbing bits of debris off her arms she sat on top of her bedroll. At home on the first day of winter we would wear something special and head into the village.  I liked to wear my dark rose velvet shirt which is embroidered with different colors of snapdragons. \n\nLitho asked, What did you do in the village?\n\nArriving the breeze greeted you with the scent of rosemary. It is our custom to use these sprigs of evergreens to summon the spirits of good fortune and health for the new year. Families brought dishes of food as an offering for their support of the community. People wished each other well as they tasted spicy and sweet foods placed in various locations around the town center.\n\nEating all day, You are my kind of people.  Did you do anything else?\n\nYes, When it got dark we would sit around a bonfire and sing about our history. I look forward to the lore of the heath. \n\nYes, there is nothing better than a good lore story,'' mentioned Litho as he watched Galatea stack the firewood from largest to smallest."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Galatea, Your story reminds me of a celebration my family had. \n\nGalatea turned around and smirked, You're kidding me, what do bullfrogs have to celebrate?\n\nLitho's front lip rolled out and he glared. Pointing a toe at Galatea he said, We have special celebrations.\n\nNo waybullfrogs have special celebrations. \n\nWe doand you shouldnt make fun of me.\n\nI am sorry. I should not have made fun of you. Please tell me your story.\n\nLitho leaned in. Bullfrogs celebrate the winter solstice by selecting their favorite place to hibernate. You stake your claim by squatting down and croaking your song.  Mine sounds like this, Rru, Rru, ruuuu!  Rru, Rru, rruuu! The celebration continues until the entire family has become a choir and the day is ending. Oooooo, then my favorite thing happens.\n\nYou burp.\n\nNono, I dont burp,.okay you're right I do but thats not my favorite thing that happens. I stand up and point my toes.. drilling them down into the squishy mud shoving myself as far as I can go. Then I move my legs back and forth. Like Im doing a little dance. I gotta make room for my butt to slither down.  As I get into a comfortable sitting squat the mud oozes in around me ..until Im all. cozy and nice. ThenI..Zzzzzz\n\nThats cool the mud tucks you in for the winter. replied Galatea while standing up and leaning over the woodpile.  Snapping her fingers she cast a spell.\n\nFire Bright \nbut no smoke \ntonight.\n\nFlames erupted throughout the wood as she opened her bedroll and asked, Is there any more to your story?"}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Absolutely! In the spring when it rains and the sun warms up the mud, you wake up. The rain washes the dirt off you. Animals of all kinds get together to eat, lullaby all night and of course there are events. \n\nMy friend Stewart the albino mouse leads a treasure hunt.  While we search he makes us laugh with a quick card trick or a bit of magic. \n\nBun Bun of the dirt usually wins at the game, Find your Friend. The boy is so camouflaged I have sat down right next to him and not noticed.  He never even blinks. To find me he calls outLithoI laugh and he yells, found you! \n\nJeremiah the bullfrog with the raspy voice, uses his calm and cool attitude to snap his fingers in a rhythmic beat as he sings and directs the bullfrog quartet of Taddius, Wild Bill and me. Together we sing those low notes down by the pond. \n\nImpy Jr. who is a ball of green slime sashays around greeting everyone. It is all organized by Splotch the black cat. Since she doesnt hibernate she has all winter to think of wonderful mischievous activities.\n\nNodding her head, Galatea poked the fire, put on another log and said, Sounds like it was really fun. \n\nFun times and great memories.  \n\nLitho stared at the fire for a few moments and then snuggled closer to Galatea. He laid his head on her foot. The glow of the fire reflected off his eyes and Litho asked,  Galatea, what are you thinking? \n \nI am reflecting on how much we are the same. My family ate and sang songs like your familyand your community.\n\nExcept we are really different too."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Except we are really different too.\n\nLitho, being different isnt good or bad.Its just being different. Life is about finding others who accept you no matter who you are or what you look like.\n\nGalatea, Most would look at us and say, What do they have in common? You have antlers and I am a green bullfrog.\n\nLeaning forward until they were face to face Galatea said, I care about you. You care about me. We are totally different in looks but we are the same in so many ways.  You are my family and community now. \n  \nYes, yes I am and you are my family too.''  Litho replied as he blinked away happy tears.  Movement caught his eye. A centipede was headed towards Galateas bedroll until.it wasnt.\n\nUgh, I hate.nasty. crawly things, \n\nI know you do Galatea, Goodnight.\n\nGoodnight Litho, she replied while laying down.\n\nAll was quiet..until.softly \n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSlurp them down\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSquishy and round\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nWings or feet\n\nClap clap clap clap \n\nThey are a treat\n\nHm, hm, hm, hm.\n\n\n## The following wizard friends allowed me to use their familiars in my story.\n\n\nWarder- #7084 Aldus of the Astral Plane and his familiar a lucky black cat named Splotch\n\nMilk-#4769 Impy and his familiar an emerald slime named Impy Jr.\n\nHenry-#7238 Druid Merlon of Dreams and his familiar a dirt rabbit named Bun-Bun of the dirt.\n\nWizdaddy-#5564 Hydromancer Soran of the Psychic Leap and his familiar swamp bullfrog named Wild Bill."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Madotuski-#9815 Mystic David of the Bastion and his familiar an albino rat named Stewart.\n\nTadmajor-#4044 Druid Froggy of the Gnostics and his familiar a swamp bullfrog named Taddius.\n\nMagus Wazir-#1229 Sage Bartholomew and his swamp bullfrog named Jeremiah.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n# \n\n# # \n\n# *Bedtime Stories with Galatea and Litho*\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n## Real Friends\n\n\nInside of the pouch Litho could barely hear the stick being dragged as it formed a trench into the dirt. He mouthed the words Galatea recited as she walked.\n\nRise up high\nFrom earth to sky\nProtect all that dwell on \nThe inside.\n\nWhen the end of the trench met the beginning Galatea headed towards the shade of a large oak tree. Opening her pouch a head popped out. \n\nHello Litho?\n\nHello right back at you. Im soooooo.hungry. Wheres the bugs? \n\nPicking up her bullfrog Galatea said, See that marshy area over there. Im sure its full of slimy crawly things. \n\nSit me down, please. sit me down! My tummy is rumbly.  Galatea set Litho on the ground. He stretched out his front legs as far as they would go and then did the same with each of his back legs. Oooo, that feels so good after a long nap.\n\nLitho faced the marsh and took one hop forward, turned around and winked, then continued on his way as he danced and sang,\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSlurp them down\n \nBom bom bom bom\n\nsquishy and round\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nWings or feet\n\nClap clap clap clap \n\nThey are a treat"}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Wings or feet\n\nClap clap clap clap \n\nThey are a treat\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nBugs are yummy\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nBugs are sweet\n\nClap clap clap clap\n\nTastytasty \nTasty.treats\n\nHm hm hm hm \n\nDont you bring back any of those nastycrawly things, Galatea called after him. Litho kept hopping forward until he disappeared into some tall weeds. Galatea went over to a grassless area and began to move rocks into a circle.    \n\nA half hour later she headed to the fire pit with her arms full of wood when she heard.\n\nHelp! Help! gurgle.\n\nGalatea dropped the wood and ran. Her face became red and her eyes scanned from left to right. \n\nLitho, Litho where are you?\n\nReaching the weeds, she stopped and listened. The only sound was her heart pounding. Even the song birds were nowhere to be seen.\n\nLitho, Litho, she shouted.\n\nGalatea carefully walked through some tall grass and called again for her friend, Litho, where are you?\n\nShe went a few more steps deeper into the marsh and found a small area of open water. A red hawk was sitting on top of a log that was half way stuck in the mud. The bird was hunched over staring downward. It was here she saw Litho curled up underneath it. Only his eyes were sticking out of the water.  Noticing Galatea.Litho eyeballs got bigger.\n\nGalatea quickly raised her left hand and blurted out, Raise up water!\n\n A single wave rose up above the hawk. The bird turned its head at Galatea and glared. Galatea leaned forward and moved her hand higher. The wave rose up too."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-7", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Letting out a piercing screamthe hawk flew away.\n\nGalatea released her hand and called out, Litho, Everything is okay. You can come out now. I made the hawk leave.\n\nThe bullfrog lifted his head out of the water and looked around.\n\nAre you sure its okay? \n\nYes, I am sorry that happened to you. The hawk must have been in here somewhere before I cast my protection spell. He left and he wont be able to fly back in.  Litho slowly climbed out while checking his surroundings.  He sat on top of the log for a moment and then hopped over to Galatea.  Are you okay?\n\nYes, Good thing I am fast. I was almost a snack.\n\nWhat happened?\n\nI was sitting by the water and a muskrat appeared. He said, Hello Friend, welcome!  He asked if I knew the best place for catching bugs.  I told him I didn't. Then the muskrat said I should sit on that log. I thanked him and jumped over to it. When I went to ask his name he was gone. I saw a large shadow andI realized the hawk was coming at me. I hopped into the water and I yelled for you.\n\nI am thankful I heard you and could get here in time. \n\nI thought it was weird the muskrat left because he said we were friends. I think he wanted me to sit there on purpose. \n\nI agree, replied Galatea. \n\nShe picked Litho up until they were face to face. Several tears escaped from his eyes.  I promise to always take good care of you, Litho. You are going to stay close to me tonight. You can eat whatever bugs you find hiding under rocks and the wood pile as I build the campfire.\n\nOkay, I would like that."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-8", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Okay, I would like that.\n\nLater when the crickets started to sing their night song Galatea snapped her fingers at the wood and recited, \n\n\nTwist and turn \nUntil rings are formed.\n\n\nThe smoke rose up and made whispery circles that floated in all directions. Litho spied a moth flying towards the campfire. When it went through the center of a smoke ring. His tongue zapped it. \n\nOh, one of my favorite games.  Bullseye the bugs.\n\nHave fun tonight, you silly frog, Galatea replied while opening her bedroll and sitting down.\n\nAfter a while, Litho went over and snuggled next to her. Galatea, how can you tell if someone is a friend or not?\n\nThats a good question, Litho. Sometimes it is hard to tell. The muskrat you talked to today was a fake friend. He only wanted to get you into trouble. He didnt really want to help you.\n\nWhy would he do that?\n\nWe will probably never know? Maybe he didnt want to share the marsh with anyone. Maybe he just wanted to see you get eaten? Litho, real friends try to find ways to take care of you, get you out of trouble or cheer you up to make you  happy. You told me Midas is your friend. How do you know he is a real friend?\n\nHmmmlet me think. I know when I have asked Midas for help. It makes me feel happy to that golden toad hopping over. When my brothers and sister moved away I cried. Midas came over to see how I was. He made jokes to make me laugh. When he did that it made me feel special."}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-9", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "Thats because Midas is a real friend. He is there for you in good times and bad. Litho, What if. sometimesMidas is too busy to help when you ask him?\n\nHe will tell me and I will understand because he helps me at other times. \n\nWhat about Bloody?\n\nOh, I dont know.  Everyone is afraid of Bloody.  Hes a red frog who was born with fangs and sucks the blood of his prey.\n\nAre you afraid of Bloody? ask Galatea.\n\nNono Im not.\n\nWhy?  \n\nBloody saved my life once. I almost got eaten by a black water snake. Bloody attacked it and bit it with his fangs. He noticed I was upset and he invited me to sit with him at the end of his pond. After that whenever I hopped by his pond, I waved. Sometimes I stopped for a visit. We have things that are the same like we both get our feelings hurt easily. \n\nWould you say Bloody is a real friend?\n\nHmmmm.Yes, yes I would. Oh I get iteveryone should not be judgy because you might be wrong about somebody.\n\nLitho, you dont get to decide how others feel but you can improve on how. you feel and how.you act.\n\nGalatea, I like real friends.\n\nYes, I totally agree. Litho, did you know that you can tell if someone is smart because it takes..brain power, it takes thought and effort to give compliments and be nice. It takes no brain power to hurt someones feelings. \n\nOoooo, then I am super smart!\n\nYes you are!\n\nAndso are you!\n\nIts time for me to go to sleep. Good night Litho.\n\nGood night Galatea, he replied as he hopped to the front of her bedroll and watched the smoke rings.\n\nAll was quiet until softly"}
{"id": "b249cd20-b280-41d6-8d2d-8e3fab6fdaa1-10", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:36.57", "backgroundColor": "#020000", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNsjmxyFkg9MUC8YoYU8pSTBPordoKyZACVDpwd6QAe99", "txHash": "0x3743b4880bc8e0a7e6ed4962910fcd6d00b2d017dc7b98f346ca898a14632c95", "createdAtBlock": 14934652, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3764, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Galatea of the Heath", "text": "All was quiet until softly\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSlurp them down\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nSquishy and round\n\nBom bom bom bom\n\nWings or feet\n\nClap clap clap clap\n \nThey are a treat\n\nHm hm hm hm \n\n\n\n## The following wizard friends allowed me to use their familiars in my story.\n\n\nKel 1/1-#8721 Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion and his familiar a golden toad named Midas.\n\nPanico-#3930 Battlemage Drako of the Obelisk and his familiar an ember frog named Bloody."}
{"id": "5288e607-2559-437e-9e1a-9b64e7fd2bb4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-18T00:49:28.283", "backgroundColor": "#6b7af2", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdRnB19MKSi3Ex2rAH3TRYzW2stR7HWkz2JbafHXwPCHC", "txHash": "0x14b8eb0c4da4a9931d3821933a584d271df2e158dd3b0268a48c7e6eecdb5ea5", "createdAtBlock": 15163471, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3614, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWirbxpAbDbheFQVmnFrbjnqzNzuSV2fwbLGj7fRVBwpf", "name": "Belial Attacker of Wizards", "text": "# Belial  Attacker of Wizards \n\n_Deus vult!_\n\nTo defeat !magic, there is might. But the Ducks of the Runiverse had become impatient with such a steep disadvantage. \n\nRelying on thousand-year-old rumors, breakaway members of the Duck Alliance decided to chase a moonshot. As religious zealots, they thought they could harness religion to triumph over !magic. \n\nA thousand-year-old rumor. Tunnels deep under a nondescript church, hiding a long-buried medieval crypt. This is where the renegades unearthed what they believed to be blessed Holy relics from the crusades.\n\nInstead... they came across the reanimated remains of a Templar knight. So evil in his actions under the banner of God, the man was deemed unforgiveable. Tortured in ways not spoken of since the Dark Ages, the Templar's entire face was burned off. \n\nIt was not a Holy blessing that kept the warrior alive for centuries entombed, but an ancient curse designed to leave him in suffering for all eternity, with his soul already in hell. Because of his direct connection to the underworld, he is know as Belial. The demon. \n\nFor now... he hunts wizards and all purveyors of !magic. Deus vult is his ancient latin battle cry! The zealots of the Duck Alliance--those who survived being in the presence of his demonic energy--convinced the Belial his service to this new crusade would redeem him.\n\nBut for how long? The Belial channels all that is wicked and evil of the underworld... how long until he turns on the very Ducks who set him on his path?"}
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{"id": "7aa622c1-2f80-4be0-88c7-35cdc0f49da9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:30.177", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXoYRy6TVJHHGksTJSaczmJZz5eBdJw1Qqr3r4EHR1MMd", "txHash": "0xc165fe434259ef4da3a26dfee7c7e3d9b482d1777cee4cc8ea4e65dc7a50a6a2", "createdAtBlock": 14878767, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Armstrong of the Sun", "text": "\"What happened?\" Said he.\n\n\"A mis-stitch, I suppose,\" she shrugged from the other side.\n\n\"I was only practicing my enchantments,\" he puzzled.\n\n\"Funny things can happen when you weave against the tapestry of space and time.\"  She peered about.  \"All this color, it is very... familiar.\"\n\nShe stepped through the veil.  And even the wizards of the Yellow Tower did not notice that his heart skipped a beat and Shaman Armstrong would, forever, live an imperceptible moment in the past."}
{"id": "6314a949-f6f9-4b9f-8194-421a1894af72-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:41.112", "backgroundColor": "#001732", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU92MKxziDDMdTYKBVGghFmZRLqDexUMUiE1DsPC3SbSe", "txHash": "0x4d839db56bf28a22e8212d7680d4599e50a94df34ae09b89fa13d5fc227f75a3", "createdAtBlock": 14881267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbKh5msWseniFcVLSJ6jD9iM4v17b8asadCA4LFxkAm9o", "name": "Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood", "text": "# Calista's Citadel Police Report - Miyo's Special Wizard Burn Election\n\n\n### Calistas Citadel Arcane Enforcement Division\n\n\n> Case File: Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood\n---\n> Case #: 8711\n---\n> Section: Miyos Special Burn Election\n\n\n### Suspect summary:\n\nSee sections on Miyos origins and overall background. Large portions of her whereabouts and activities prior to the Burn Election are unknown.\n\n\nImage courtesy of 6maker (@6maker_nft)\n\n### Case Summary:\n\nChaos Mage Miyo orchestrates a Special Wizard Burn Election to decide who will pass through a Sacred Flame. The candidates were either volunteers or involuntary captives (although in at least one case, the line was blurred). This case is a subset of the Great Wizard Burning, an ongoing event that has resulted in hundreds of wizards being transformed by Sacred Flames.\n\n### Accomplices:\n\nSorcerer Basil of the Berg (#5140)\n\n\n\nMet Miyo on the Road to the Blue Wizard Bastion. Fought against Miyo but lost. Subsequently joined Miyos group (motive unclear) but eventually demonstrated strong loyalty to Miyo. Eventually becomes 2nd-in-command of the Miyos Boys organization.\n\n---\n\nArtificer Damien of the Mist (#2181)\n\n\n\nAllegedly waylaid by Chaos Mage Miyo while he was making a journey through the Wood, en route to the Gate to the 7th Realm, eventually becoming the 1st Miyos Boy. However, he later escaped and acted as an informant; much of the data in this section comes from information provided by Damien.\n\n---\n\nBattle Mage Tundror of the Wild\n\n\n\nReplacement key holder after Damien left - however, he in turn leaves after a few weeks. We believe it is at this point that Miyo begins to consider Warriors as better candidates for her organization.\n\n---"}
{"id": "6314a949-f6f9-4b9f-8194-421a1894af72-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:41.112", "backgroundColor": "#001732", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU92MKxziDDMdTYKBVGghFmZRLqDexUMUiE1DsPC3SbSe", "txHash": "0x4d839db56bf28a22e8212d7680d4599e50a94df34ae09b89fa13d5fc227f75a3", "createdAtBlock": 14881267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbKh5msWseniFcVLSJ6jD9iM4v17b8asadCA4LFxkAm9o", "name": "Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood", "text": "---\n\nBattle Mage Samuel of the Quantum Shadow (#581)\n\n\n\nNot much information is available about him, although it appears that he didnt originally come from the Quantum Shadow, but instead traveled there after an incident with his twin brother. It is unknown how he first met Miyo or why he agreed to help her, but during this incident he helped in securing multiple captives.\n\n---\n\n# Overall Timeline (measured in # of days prior to Burning):\n\n\n## 43 days:\n\nMiyo travels towards Gate to the 7th Realm with Damien and Basil, with the intention of opening the Gate (note that this was several months before the Gate was actually opened in an unrelated incident).\n\n\n\n## 38 days:\n\nMiyo learns of the existence of Sacred Flames.\n\n## 36 days:\n\nMiyo comes up with the idea of a Special Burn Election to let the wizarding community determine who deserves to pass through a Sacred Flame.\n\n## 31 days:\n\nBasil is sent to the Sands to prove his loyalty and procure the first burning candidate.\n\n\n\n## 29 days:\n\nBasil returns with Artificer Fabio of the Sands, the first candidate for the Election.\n\n\n\nOn the same day, Miyo also procured a Sacred Flame (method unknown).\n\n\n\n## 26 days:\n\nMiyo makes her first appearance at the Wizards Tavern (location unknown). She explains her Wizard Election concept, where she introduces a new candidate each week, and at the end the election will determine who gets burned. She left a poster behind to demonstrate the progress of the event (pictured below).\n\n\n\nNote: Around this time, there is evidence that Druid Faiz of Arcadia performed a ritual to allow the burn candidates to be summoned to another realm, thereby escaping captivity.\n\n## 25 days:"}
{"id": "6314a949-f6f9-4b9f-8194-421a1894af72-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:41.112", "backgroundColor": "#001732", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU92MKxziDDMdTYKBVGghFmZRLqDexUMUiE1DsPC3SbSe", "txHash": "0x4d839db56bf28a22e8212d7680d4599e50a94df34ae09b89fa13d5fc227f75a3", "createdAtBlock": 14881267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbKh5msWseniFcVLSJ6jD9iM4v17b8asadCA4LFxkAm9o", "name": "Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood", "text": "## 25 days:\n\nMiyo meets with individuals from the Quantum Shadow (QS). We are still investigating the phenomenon of the QS, but it appears that Miyo has some type of affiliation with a group linked to it.\n\n\n\n## 24 days:\n\nMiyo reveals to her Miyos Boys (the name she initially selected for her followers) that she has attempted necromancy spells unsuccessfully in the past. One result of this, is that her right hand is permanently corrupted, and is bandaged as a result. This is a key identifying mark that all Enforcers should keep in mind.\n\n\n\n## 23 days:\n\nA second victim is abducted from a Capital Resources, LLC facility: Archmagus Soran of the Arctic.\n\n\n\nQuantum Shadow operatives carried out this kidnapping, although their methods are unknown.\n\nSoon afterward, Miyo presented this newest addition to the Election at the Wizard's Tavern.\n\n\n\n## 21 days:\n\nAt this time, the first instance of a curious phenomenon was observed. Archmagus Soran, only a couple days after being captured, was able to escape through unknown means. However, monitoring of inter-realm communications suggests that someone may have made use of the summoning magic set up by Druid Faiz:\n\n\n\nOn the same day, Artificer Damien also left Miyo through similar means:\n\n\n\n## 20 days:\n\nThe Quantum Shadow operatives next kidnap Spellsinger Aldus of the Realm to replace Archmagus Soran. A Red Hat wizard was targeted, as Miyo seems to have a specific animosity towards them.\n\n\n\nAldus is a notable spellsinger and father to Alchemist Baozhai of the Wood, who is on the List of Approved Nightshade Vendors. We have recovered a copy of a letter that Aldus sent to Baozhai after being kidnapped.\n\n## 18 days"}
{"id": "6314a949-f6f9-4b9f-8194-421a1894af72-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:41.112", "backgroundColor": "#001732", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU92MKxziDDMdTYKBVGghFmZRLqDexUMUiE1DsPC3SbSe", "txHash": "0x4d839db56bf28a22e8212d7680d4599e50a94df34ae09b89fa13d5fc227f75a3", "createdAtBlock": 14881267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbKh5msWseniFcVLSJ6jD9iM4v17b8asadCA4LFxkAm9o", "name": "Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood", "text": "## 18 days\n\nMiyo announces that she has procured a 2nd Sacred Flame.\n\n## 15 days\n\nArtificer Fabio of the Sands escapes Miyo. At the same time, Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow is added to the Election roster. He was apparently offered up by Battle Mage Samuels organization.\n\n\n\nWe discovered a cryptic poem apparently written by David in the Book of Lore. It appears that David was originally from another Realm.\n\n## 6 days:\n\nBasil is announced as a replacement candidate. At this point, it appears that the increasing notoriety of Miyo and the Burn Election made it difficult to procure more candidates. But Miyo appeared fixated on making the election a reality.\n\nThere are (unconfirmed) reports that Basil volunteered for the position - it appears his devotion to Miyo had fully formed by this point.\n\n## 4 days:\n\nMiyo announces herself as the final Burn Election candidate. Based on her public declarations, it appeared that she believed the flame would transform her into a being of supreme grandeur akin to the elite Forgotten Souls that have since emerged into the Runiverse.\n\n\n\nAt this point, the election had opened. Wizards could visit the Tavern, and through an unknown arcane mechanism, indicate which of the candidates was their choice to burn. Miyo actually included an option to vote for nobody, but that proved to be unpopular.\n\n## 2 days:\n\nWe were able to obtain a visual of preliminary results to the election:\n\n\n\nApparently, there were some last-minute changes in the voting, and the result was a tie between Miyo and Aldus.\n\n\n\nHowever, there were some rule-breakers who voted after the stated deadline, and Miyo allowed those to count, resulting in Aldus being selected for the burn.\n\n## Day of the Burn:"}
{"id": "6314a949-f6f9-4b9f-8194-421a1894af72-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:41.112", "backgroundColor": "#001732", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU92MKxziDDMdTYKBVGghFmZRLqDexUMUiE1DsPC3SbSe", "txHash": "0x4d839db56bf28a22e8212d7680d4599e50a94df34ae09b89fa13d5fc227f75a3", "createdAtBlock": 14881267, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8711, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmbKh5msWseniFcVLSJ6jD9iM4v17b8asadCA4LFxkAm9o", "name": "Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood", "text": "## Day of the Burn:\n\nThe agency has received an account of the burning event from Druid Faiz, who observed the event remotely. Veiled Phantasm Aldus of the Ethereal Realm has left our plane and was not available for interview.\n\nLater that day, another unexpected burn happened when Sorcerer Basil, after leaving behind his final thoughts, used Miyos other flame. Ethereal Spectre Basil of the Death Cloud is still at Miyos side, by all accounts, and should be considered as a Class A spectral threat.\n\nSidenote: Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow also ended up voluntarily burning himself, and turned into a Lich. Miyo ended up the only burn candidate who didnt burn.\n\n\n\nThis ends the case notes for the Special Wizard Burn Election. The agency is next building the case file for Miyos participation in the Big Potion Corp. incident."}
{"id": "ef82928d-b403-46ae-94b6-9a535c00eb98-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:43.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmREFcsTWP5yFARQxJxszJ5DtpfkmatiJpJLjmQojriTTR", "txHash": "0xaac7eaaaf36c3179313a230f25ae42ef72729b7b598bde5a9ab912dc28da662f", "createdAtBlock": 14885002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdFHJrD3w12Lqzw38C8t23x2jHKPjt4oXTVTPLE689paY", "name": "Magus Jahid of the Marsh", "text": "Now, Graca, could you be careful while preparing the specimen? Jahids tone betrayed a level of impatience and annoyance underneath his sunny demeanor.\n\nHe leaned over Gracas shoulder as she carefully cracked a blue-spotted egg larger than her head. She looked at him, a deep line between her eyebrows as she concentrated. She used a sharp instrument to cut carefully around the perimeter of the egg.\n\nAs she did, a gooey essence slipped out of the hole, growing larger in the basin. When finished, she held the two halves upside down, ensuring all the insides were drained. She turned to hand the leftovers to Jahid, but he quickly backpedaled.\n\nShe let out a nervous laugh. Sorry, sir. Forgot youre allergic to eggs. She set the shell aside on the table, focusing her efforts on the innards.\n\nGood, he commented as she stirred various chemicals into the basin.\n\nShe poured a sizable green flask into the mixture, hissing as a little struck her inner wrist. She pulled it away instinctively, trying to lick the remaining liquid.\n\nJahid hit her hand away from her mouth. Graca! That can kill you!\n\nGraca sheepishly looked down, not responding. She continued the process of creating the elixir.\n\nEventually, she added all the ingredients. She stirred it counterclockwise, muttering incantations under her breath.\n\nHe stood right behind her still, ears straining to hear the pronunciations of the spell. He prayed she had practiced it enough times. The feeling of trusting someone else with his masters life was horrific. If only he werent allergic to eggs, he would be able to prepare the concoction himself, ensuring the work was correct."}
{"id": "ef82928d-b403-46ae-94b6-9a535c00eb98-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:43.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmREFcsTWP5yFARQxJxszJ5DtpfkmatiJpJLjmQojriTTR", "txHash": "0xaac7eaaaf36c3179313a230f25ae42ef72729b7b598bde5a9ab912dc28da662f", "createdAtBlock": 14885002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdFHJrD3w12Lqzw38C8t23x2jHKPjt4oXTVTPLE689paY", "name": "Magus Jahid of the Marsh", "text": "Jahid prided himself on being the Head Alchemist of the Marsh. Graca frequently worked as his second, but she was prone to distraction, making her unreliable  something Jahid hoped she grew out of as she continued in her studies of magic. One day, she would succeed him. Jahid desperately hoped that day was far in the future.\n\nHe held fast the urge to correct her pronunciation of a word as she blazed through the incantation.\n\nA minute later, she stopped mixing. The white, gooey substance from the original egg had transformed into a shimmering gold.\n\nShe poured the new liquid into a vial, decanting the large batch into smaller doses. Once done, she used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The fire heated the room too well, sometimes.\n\nJahid snatched one of the clean crystal bottles full of the gold liquid. He hurried toward the bedroom of his master, but not before thanking Graca. He was grateful she was here, even if her training had been haphazard up until this moment. He vowed to continue her education if this liquid served its purpose.\n\nHe knocked once on a little wooden door before pulling it open. The room was small and dark, with only bits of light streaming in through a window stained with dirt.\n\nJahid scampered over various piles on the wooden floor, keeping the liquid as level as possible, his hand clenched tight around the top of the vial.\n\nA figure lay in the bed, covers drawn up nearly to the top. Upon nearing the bed, he said in a too-happy voice, Master! We have found it; we can cure you!"}
{"id": "ef82928d-b403-46ae-94b6-9a535c00eb98-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:43.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmREFcsTWP5yFARQxJxszJ5DtpfkmatiJpJLjmQojriTTR", "txHash": "0xaac7eaaaf36c3179313a230f25ae42ef72729b7b598bde5a9ab912dc28da662f", "createdAtBlock": 14885002, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4856, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdFHJrD3w12Lqzw38C8t23x2jHKPjt4oXTVTPLE689paY", "name": "Magus Jahid of the Marsh", "text": "The figure did not stir. Jahid hurried over, pulling back the covers to reveal his masters true form: a giant frog wearing deep purple robes. He usually covered his true form with illusion magic, but had come down with an illness some weeks ago. Jahids compatriots still searched for ingredients to restore the Master.\n\nJahid shook his master, trying to get him awake to take the potion. Please, Master. Were almost there.\n\nAfter a moment, the Master regained consciousness, though groggy and generally out-of-it.\nDrink.\n\nThe Master drank the liquid, gagging as it spilled into his throat. Jahid held the vial to his mouth, ensuring he swallowed every drop. The Master finished and burped.\nHis skin was already returning to the typical hue of his human illusion.\n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPart 1: @wizard4856 \n\nPart 2: @wizard399 \n\nPart 3: @wizard8004 \n\nPart 4: @pony308 \n\nPart 5: @wizard8441 \n\nPart 6: @pony312"}
{"id": "7bcb3f88-ef84-4054-a0e1-41499fdcf828-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:43.763", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRpkmm2wSxvBwoCowhMedsC86uGVRukuxKiVpaZK59bap", "txHash": "0xb25295a9153f96e5ccc7dfc9f4756255763c25297c91e1be49d41be2f1da939f", "createdAtBlock": 14885473, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 399, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXgvUaXBJD99gXDCjEbCKeXXA8TiMNf1HqpVUHfrRKbJ5", "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Marsh", "text": "Alessar struggled to lift his head to sip the potion Jahid fed him. He coughed, splattering droplets across the bedspread. Jahid frantically wiped away the excess from his green skin, apologizing.\n\nMy fault, Master. I shouldve held on better. Jahid lowered his head in shame.\n\nAlessar nodded, unable to speak as the liquid burned down his throat. It set his stomach on fire as he digested it.\n\nThere was strength in his limbs for a moment, and he felt almost able to push himself up. His form flittered, changing the giant green frog into a man with a large white beard.\n\nJahid gasped in happiness and surprise, hands going to his mouth. Its working! he said in a hushed tone.\n\nThe apprentice backed into a cabinet, sending a tea set shattering on the floor. \n\nThere was a strange sensation of someone squeezing his innards. Alessar concentrated on maintaining the illusion, hoping the potion was effective. His limbs were heavy, strength draining as fast as itd come. \n\nA moment later, hope was lost. His humanoid form flickered out of existence, leaving the green frog exhausted from the effort. Frustration clouded his mind, making him doubt the validity of his chosen alchemist. He knew the failed potions were not Jahids fault, but there was no one else to blame for the situation.\n\nMultiple investigations into the source of this strange illness had come up empty-handed, unable to determine a cause, or even a lead. And without a lead, there was little hope of producing a viable cure. Just haphazard ones.\n\nAlessar cleared his throat, feeling like there were razor blades in it. We will reward those who find the cure. But be careful. Many scammers may appear, hoping to take advantage."}
{"id": "7bcb3f88-ef84-4054-a0e1-41499fdcf828-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:43.763", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRpkmm2wSxvBwoCowhMedsC86uGVRukuxKiVpaZK59bap", "txHash": "0xb25295a9153f96e5ccc7dfc9f4756255763c25297c91e1be49d41be2f1da939f", "createdAtBlock": 14885473, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 399, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXgvUaXBJD99gXDCjEbCKeXXA8TiMNf1HqpVUHfrRKbJ5", "name": "Archmagus Alessar of the Marsh", "text": "This was the fourth potion Jahid and his assistant had made attempting to cure Alessar of his latest malady. \n\nJust six weeks ago, Alessar was the picture of health, able to use his magic to protect the swamps of his territory. One day, he came home to find he could not use his regular illusory magic. This was frustrating in itself, as he protected himself with the disguise. But as a week or two went by, his magic still did not return. If anything, he began to deteriorate. He could not climb up the steps to his room alone; he couldnt perform the labor required to keep his swamp in good shape.\n\nJahid bowed his head. Yes, Master. I will send word. Discreetly.\n\nFew knew the Marsh Masters secret. Despite the wide range of wizards in the world, for some reason, people took unkindly to a frog being more powerful than them. It was a necessity to appear human in public. Over time, everyone who knew his secret had passed away, leaving him safe.\n\nAlessar allowed himself to give up the illusion of strength once Jahid left the room. He was hesitant to tell the apprentice the potions were doing more bad than good. Taking one left him so exhausted he could barely think.\n\nHis eyes closed as he thought over his situation. He could feel his strength waning. It would not be long before the Marsh Master died.\n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPart 1: @wizard4856 \n\nPart 2: @wizard399 \n\nPart 3: @wizard8004 \n\nPart 4: @pony308 \n\nPart 5: @wizard8441 \n\nPart 6: @pony312"}
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{"id": "98a7df18-ff86-4c7f-8d0b-0b5fe9ea52fa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:35.695", "backgroundColor": "#464307", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUmDx1ajjBXCPMDCGEkfMN4aGgHftohoscv9pVjSPgH11", "txHash": "0x7ac0ae5fc7694e36fe2b780fa28799f2d642b5d7cd19567d1d95e2c24e2ad7c3", "createdAtBlock": 14934633, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7190, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hilda Bruiser of all that is Evil", "text": "# Lore of Hilda Bruiser of all that is Evil \n\n_Fight we must to exterminate all evil_\n\nHilda was raised in a small town, where snakes are protectors against all evil. In this region there was a temple, which was the epicenter where most snakes lived. The rumor in the town was that the temple had some powerful weapons and shields.\n\nAs Hilda grew, she had fun pushing herself by getting as close to the temple as possible. As years passed, she was able to get closer to the temple. As years passed, her movements became close to the snake. She developed a snake style as the time passed.\n\nThe same year she became an adult, she decided that that day would be the day that she would get to the center of the temple. It was a difficult time, but she managed to overcome all the obstacles in it. She obtained a Wooden Hammer and a Snake Shield.\n\nHilda returned to the town, where she was celebrated as a hero. She stated that she will use the relics of the town to exterminate all evil in the world. So, her adventure begins..."}
{"id": "292d0456-7d94-4980-add5-de9847d90768-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:45.626", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcPBowiD2bMHEGFk5A6KaGHPHBuHhUfthszEq6EjMxN49", "txHash": "0x25495b11f382f66fdef6252bf5a891a26a866f27954b843b699a89894540bd9f", "createdAtBlock": 14888054, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4733, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice", "text": "# Whisper of Mana  \n\n\n\n    Bling, dang,  \nSturm and Drang.  \nThe sound of null,  \nIf not, When... Foul!  \n.  \nNever bean, always Tea,  \nBring me West to The Salt Sea.  \nDidn't have to but chose to Be,  \n!magic grew, till knotted a Tree.  \n.  \nShare, try, laugh and dry,  \nkeep the moment, don't ask for a \"Why\"?  \nNevertheless, the youngll age, then oldll die,  \nLife is Yours, so come on, eat that fucking Pie!  \n.  \n.  \nTo you, my Love.  \nX"}
{"id": "69122b05-2cf2-4a4e-973f-a027469acd39-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:46.264", "backgroundColor": "#350000", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmV1t3Xs6bYRTVp4PUYa8nkppFqSh6TqcaYFDASqVK4vkX", "txHash": "0x27f29bb112c83bdf8c2207b728d24a4f5d169d1547918a88ec10aadb5f1489b7", "createdAtBlock": 14888220, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4733, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice", "text": "# Striped Emotions  \n\nShine, stink, root and fly,  \nbe my Dream, approach me nigh.  \nFeelings tell, actions speak,  \ndrive your day, you silly stick.  \n.  \nDistill it but don't spill it.  \n.  \nAmong the paths,  \nLove hears no reasons.  \nYou do the math,  \nIt's Now the season!  \n.  \nLurk it but don't sneak it.  \n.  \nLight on, switch, gas!  \n\"Squeeze the emotion, before I pass\"!  \nDark, Sweet and Lady,  \nShall She pass, stay ready and steady!  \n.  \n.  \nTo you, my Love.  \nX"}
{"id": "d9903296-a195-4eda-8252-b6ad4ab61f31-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:47.936", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMAB3iL4QkKa6W7gorZvopbwX954htJVP1hCVfuRk5JS", "txHash": "0x4fba15e285724611999e80dcb162e7dd323de9283243fde1a72043bbe1c401c4", "createdAtBlock": 14889905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 308, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZqy3QrWZfJXz7aqe9wfzn27SHjpcnz8C3R3i4mSvjxZ7", "name": "Uysses the Lackluster", "text": "Uysses eyes mustve been playing tricks on him. Two men were approaching him, tiptoeing toward the field. The one on the left wore a purple wrap around his head, with only his eyes peeking out. The other had dark skin and an even darker beard, hiding the shape of his jaw. \n\nUysses continued to chew the length of grass, swallowing hard. He cocked his head to the side, curious.\n\nHe heard the man on the right whisper, Thats Uysses. He sees everything.\n\nThe other one scoffed. Where? I dont see anyone. He followed Zaros gaze to the gray horse with a white mane. A horse?\n\nZaros cleared his throat with a sharp noise, warning the other man to watch what he said.\n\nUysses met the two men at the edge of the clearing to prevent them from trampling on the lush grass. Hey, Zaros, he said with a sigh. What do you need?\n\nZaros and Uysses had met on more than one occasion. Uysses had two reputations in the woods surrounding the Marsh. To others of his species, he was considered not unique   lackluster. There was nothing special about him  except his heightened ability to see and hear. But compared to the gifts of other horses in the pack, this was nothing.\n\nTo further separate himself from his kind, Uysses didnt mind humans, especially wizards. One, they brought exciting conversation. Two, they found him helpful. The irony was not lost on him.\n\nIgnoring Uysses direct question, Zaros introduced Jahid. \n\nJahid shyly waved a hand. His eyes darted between his friend and the horse.\n\nUysses stifled a laugh at the mans discomfort."}
{"id": "d9903296-a195-4eda-8252-b6ad4ab61f31-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:47.936", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQMAB3iL4QkKa6W7gorZvopbwX954htJVP1hCVfuRk5JS", "txHash": "0x4fba15e285724611999e80dcb162e7dd323de9283243fde1a72043bbe1c401c4", "createdAtBlock": 14889905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 308, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZqy3QrWZfJXz7aqe9wfzn27SHjpcnz8C3R3i4mSvjxZ7", "name": "Uysses the Lackluster", "text": "Uysses stifled a laugh at the mans discomfort.\n\nZaros and Jahid explained the situation with the Master and the Marsh: how hed been sick for weeks, and nothing had been found to cure him. Uysses listened carefully, munching on a carrot Zaros had brought him as a bribe. When the men were finished speaking, he snapped the carrot in half, swallowing them both.\n\nUysses continued thinking for a while. Its an interesting story, for sure. An itch started on his shoulder. He tried to rub it with his nose to relieve it, but couldnt reach it. \n\nHe made an annoyed noise. Do me a favor. Scratch my shoulder. It itches. Uysses backed his flank toward Jahid, who lightly scratched the shoulder area. \n\nHe pulled away. Thanks, man. He paused. Right your Master. Id heard hes been ill. But Im not sure what you want from me?\n\nZaros scowled. Come on, Uysses. Can you tell us if youve heard anything about the source or a possible cure?\n\nUysses smiled and let out a neighing laugh. Gotta amuse myself somehow. But, yeah. Ive heard some stuff about a possible cause. He lowered his voice and grew somber. Theres a Lich in the forest. The animals whisper of his presence. Not good, dude. He shivered.\n\nJahid bit his lip and looked to Zaros. Is he joking? I cant tell.\n\nZaros met Uysses eyes. Are you telling the truth? This is serious.\n\nI swear. The Master protects the Marsh from many evils. He keeps us safe. I wouldnt lie about this."}
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{"id": "94379f6b-3d20-4d63-b342-74c7c4864f9b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:48.821", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVPxD7Z9LzeaedeYnmDAU24hkbkNxiCSsu844Ft5rgoiM", "txHash": "0x968e5482a7c01e80343eec51d19c840a408a05937276a49f786b9498a3fb7856", "createdAtBlock": 14889927, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8441, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNy5ACPvCLvcg3LbgHikHjQo48C9ABLtsyRjcZyZW57zW", "name": "Electromancer Suc'Naath of the Wood", "text": "SucNaath had lived his entire life in the Thorn. It was his territory. He laid claim to all creatures and treasures within. And there were a lot. \n\nHe was an independent contractor who frequently sold treasures and animals to the shops in Goblin Town. The shopkeeps relied on a steady supply, and his forest was well-known for carrying such things. Suc-Naath considered it no issue if he sold things belonging to him.\n\nOver the last few months, there had been strange occurrences. Stranger than normal. Hed walk around his lovely forest, supervising the animals as they made homes in the growth. Exploring the ruins from civilizations past. The creatures he relied on were gone without a trace. His antique treasure maps led him to dust and decay. The ruins rotted inward, all valuables taken.\n\nThe anger SucNaath felt was unparalleled. How dare someone invade his territory and steal from him?\n\nOne particular morning, he lounged along the side of a river. A powerful, petrifying aura washed over him. SucNaath hid behind a tree, sneaking a peek at the mysterious figure whod scared him. As the Lich passed, the areas life was drawn away, leaching into him. The grass under his feet turned brown, creating a clear path of destruction.\n\nThe wrecking of his forest was suddenly clear. And SucNaath had no desire to tussle with the terrifying figure before him.\n\nPushed away from his familiar territory, SucNaath dared to enter the Marsh, though the Master of the Marsh was not a protector he wished to tangle with. He preferred the safety and familiarity of his own space. \n\nBut in the wake of the intrusion into his own territory, he was forced to find other means to support himself. And when he found himself in the Marsh with no interruptions, he felt safe to conduct his business."}
{"id": "94379f6b-3d20-4d63-b342-74c7c4864f9b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:48.821", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVPxD7Z9LzeaedeYnmDAU24hkbkNxiCSsu844Ft5rgoiM", "txHash": "0x968e5482a7c01e80343eec51d19c840a408a05937276a49f786b9498a3fb7856", "createdAtBlock": 14889927, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8441, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmNy5ACPvCLvcg3LbgHikHjQo48C9ABLtsyRjcZyZW57zW", "name": "Electromancer Suc'Naath of the Wood", "text": "In the wake of the Masters illness, the defenses around the Marsh had fallen away. This left the animals under his protection vulnerable. While SucNaath didnt wish to get on the wrong side of the Master, he couldnt help but take advantage of the situation. \n\nHence, why he now waited at the edge of the Marsh. Hed heard of a powerful horse-like creature with black and white stripes. Zag was its name. The horses meat was supposedly a rare ingredient in poisons and potions, which to SucNaath meant it was valuable.\n\nZag stretched his neck toward the lower branch of a barren tree and stripped the leaves away. He chewed slowly, unaware of the intruder hiding behind a rock sitting in the tall grass. His tail swished back and forth. \n\nSparks jumped between SucNaaths fingers as he powered himself up. He slung back his hand. A ball of electricity flung through the air towards Zag. \n\nThe horse neighed in protest, rearing onto its back legs. The electricity missed, leaving a singe mark on the tree. \n\nZag fled, using his strength to speed away from the Electromancer.\n\nWait! SucNaath pleaded, throwing himself down on top of the rock. \n\nTo his surprise, Zag actually stopped. The horses intelligent eyes met his, and Zag asked him a question: What do you want?\n\nSucNaath seemed unfazed by the horses unexpected words.\n\n----  \n## Story Arc Index:\nPart 1: @wizard4856 \n\nPart 2: @wizard399 \n\nPart 3: @wizard8004 \n\nPart 4: @pony308 \n\nPart 5: @wizard8441 \n\nPart 6: @pony312"}
{"id": "d5dd8884-8a96-48d4-be6b-7ff87843cadb-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:49.535", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVaHgwMpRRTBYc3j9DPQugvFYhqfdCHrB1k4r8Z7es4o6", "txHash": "0xb3318eaa023b4837221705489d414e047ed773848c23176d61361ae3a4d4393b", "createdAtBlock": 14891682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9774, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWmEX6JoTWSyS1CjmohR2rQTtiwvKJVHw5rHMGJUFFPtL", "name": "Archmagus Zubin of the Bastion", "text": "# Zubin and Pumlos Adventure Begins...\n\n\n\nA brisk wind sliced through the mountains surrounding Dream Master Lake. A murder of crows perched on a hardy mountain tree and croaked at each other as two figures walked by.\n\nNow Pumlo, you understand that we are engaging in a serious academic experiment, correct? The speaker, although sporting a long and distinguished gray beard and professors cap, was dressed for travel in a utility jumpsuit and orange cape. He looked concerned as he glanced at his companion.\n\nThat counterpart was a bit distracted. He was wearing a curious contraption that covered his ears, with a cord leading underneath his fashionable blue overcoat. And whatever this device was doing, it caused its user to bob his head to an unseen rhythm as he walked along.\n\nHAAAARRRRUMPH! the caped traveler waved his hand in front of the others face.\n\n@wizard8721 took off his head contraption. Huh, what was that, Zoo Man? My bad.\n\nIts Zubin, Zuh-bin, please! Focus your mind on the task ahead. We must use my Key to the 7th Realm he gestured at the glittering metal artifact hanging around his neck, to open the Gate and document what we observe on the other side.\n\nMy tunes are getting me hyped up! Come on Zubin McLovin! I offered you a spare set preloaded with my latest 7th Realm Remixes set! \n\nAs I told you back at the Bastion, Pumlo, those SOUNDS do not get me hyped up - they give me a headache! And we must remain cool and precise during this delicate procedure!\n\nMan, youre cool enough for the both of us! Pumlo grinned. With my magitek and your key, well get this done, no cap!"}
{"id": "d5dd8884-8a96-48d4-be6b-7ff87843cadb-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:49.535", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVaHgwMpRRTBYc3j9DPQugvFYhqfdCHrB1k4r8Z7es4o6", "txHash": "0xb3318eaa023b4837221705489d414e047ed773848c23176d61361ae3a4d4393b", "createdAtBlock": 14891682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9774, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWmEX6JoTWSyS1CjmohR2rQTtiwvKJVHw5rHMGJUFFPtL", "name": "Archmagus Zubin of the Bastion", "text": "Where do you find these expressions - Id like to keep my cap, thank you very much! Zubin grasped his headwear protectively.  Anyway, I hope I dont have to remind you that youre on probation at the Research Institute? And that your performance here will determine your future there? I agreed to bring you along as my counterpart in this operation because I have some sympathy for your situation - please dont make me regret my choice!\n\nYou wont regret anything, I promise! We are gonna find something awesome in the 7th Realm, I just know it! Can you imagine what kinda parties theyre having there? Ahahahaha! Pumlo gave an joyful, impish laugh and he grabbed the sides of his large yellow wizards hat. A golden toad perched on his shoulder croaked appreciatively. See, Midas gets it, dont you boy?\n\nZubin sighed and rolled his eyes. Just remember to cast your spell after I insert the key, at the PRECISE moment I say Zubins words faded as they moved out of hearing. \n\nThe crows cawed and flew away together. As they so often did, mankind was about to meddle in matters beyond their understanding. It was wise to relocate before they did so. The two wizards soon came upon a huge wall of rock - the path ended in front of it. This is the place, said Zubin. My studies of the ancient texts indicate that the gate will materialize here at Block 14572777. This timekeeping method is no longer used, but if my calculations are accurate, this should align with our time in about 30 seconds. \n\n30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall."}
{"id": "d5dd8884-8a96-48d4-be6b-7ff87843cadb-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:49.535", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVaHgwMpRRTBYc3j9DPQugvFYhqfdCHrB1k4r8Z7es4o6", "txHash": "0xb3318eaa023b4837221705489d414e047ed773848c23176d61361ae3a4d4393b", "createdAtBlock": 14891682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9774, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWmEX6JoTWSyS1CjmohR2rQTtiwvKJVHw5rHMGJUFFPtL", "name": "Archmagus Zubin of the Bastion", "text": "30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall. \n\nA large gate materialized in the wall, sporting bright yellow and purple ornamentation. The gate towered over the wizards, extending 100 feet above them. Surrounding the gate were a series of locks.\n\n \n\nZubin immediately approached one of the locks close to the ground. Ok, I'll insert my key, and make the proper incantations he mumbled some syllables in a forgotten language.\n\nNOW Pumlo, cast your spell to complete the unlocking procedure! Zubin said. Nothing happened. Pumlo? PUMLO? he looked back frantically. Time is of the essence!\n\nPumlo was still staring at the gate in amazement. YOOOOOOOOO! This gate is fire! Ive just GOT to recreate this for my next rave! He pulled out a strange device from a pocket in his coat. \"Ive got to capture this or the set designers just wont understand what it looks like, its out of this world! He clicked a button on the device, which flashed once from a small window on the front.\n\nZubin was beside himself. Pumlo, focus! Were running out of time; look, the locks are disappearing! Indeed, the various locks surrounding the gate were starting to fade away - it appeared that other wizards were also working to unlock the gate, although none were visible.\n\nAlright alright, lets get this started, Pumlo said. I cast Fairy Glamour - the Dazzle Spell! As he gestured, glimmering particles materialized in the air and drifted down toward the lock.\n\nIts so slow! Couldnt you have picked something faster?! \n\nChill bro, its not always about being fast, style counts too! Pumlo grinned."}
{"id": "d5dd8884-8a96-48d4-be6b-7ff87843cadb-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:49.535", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVaHgwMpRRTBYc3j9DPQugvFYhqfdCHrB1k4r8Z7es4o6", "txHash": "0xb3318eaa023b4837221705489d414e047ed773848c23176d61361ae3a4d4393b", "createdAtBlock": 14891682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9774, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmWmEX6JoTWSyS1CjmohR2rQTtiwvKJVHw5rHMGJUFFPtL", "name": "Archmagus Zubin of the Bastion", "text": "Just as the Fairy Glamour particles reached the lock, it too faded away. The particles dropped through the space the lock had occupied and eventually settled on the ground.\nZubins face started to turn red, but before he could say another word, the Gate started rumbling. Without a word, both wizards agreed that moving away from the Gate was wise.\n\nPeering from behind a rock outcropping well away from the Gate, Zubin and Pumlo observed as it opened with a rumble. And behind the Gate, a Beast waited. \n\n\n\nHold still, I gotchu bro Pumlo whispered. He cast Fairy Glamour over both of them. \n\nThe Beast, who resembled a gigantic lion combined with a goat and a snake, slowly emerged from the Gate, looking from side to side. Seeing nothing but cliffs and boulders, the Chimera spread its wings and suddenly took off, quickly gaining altitude, and headed south. \n\nAs the glamour spell faded, a pair of boulders revealed themselves as Zubin and Pumlo. They both sighed in relief.\n\nWell! We have certainly seen some shizz today, wouldnt you say my dear Zubin! Pumlo remarked. \n\nThe fact that you didnt butcher my name means youre just as shocked as I am! Zubin said. We must get back to the Bastion at once! There are communications to be sent, reports to be written, follow-up excursions to this Gate to plan\n\nWow, you seem pretty happy with how things turned out. Look, Im sorry about messing up the whole lock procedure, Pumlo began as he followed Zubin back down the trail.\n\nI am ecstatic! Zubin said. Forget about the locks, the fact that Ive observed this emergence of a new power into the Runiversemy funding will be secure, indefinitely! Zubin whooped."}
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{"id": "360ac96a-c693-4418-8319-7d69576d8678-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:50.283", "backgroundColor": "#06160b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmapr1Tg7fF8UJ5thGE3KCqQFsqLe1qvG8EuGijBV4r9nj", "txHash": "0x09250ceea586201da855cafa661b37ec20cacf467f14ea1e31a30f7babf28171", "createdAtBlock": 14892966, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4235, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cane Vengeance of the West", "text": "# Cane Vengeance of the West\n\nIt was cold when the red sun rose over the City Morgue that winter morning. The first rays of blood red sunlight clashed against the fluorescent letters of the neon sign above the door, left on from the night before. The decrepit sign glowed hauntingly in the dawn like a giant mosquito zapper with a few letters buzzing on and off at random. The sign read: \"CITY MORGUE,\" followed below with the slogan: \"You kill 'em, We chill 'em.\"\n\nAs Cane Vengeance emerged from the Morgue that morning he thought about the sign and the irony of what he'd just done. The morgue has exactly seven more cadavers than it did when he crept in last night and locked the door behind him. \n\n\"Now that was a Quest I'd have done for free,\" he thought to himself as he made his way back the way he came the night before. \"But it's Winter. And Coin is King in Winter.\" And so it was. And with that he was off to collect."}
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{"id": "96262662-87b1-4528-aa9e-5d3fec98a91c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-29T06:06:59.629", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmc6cLnFJFiDpz3ih2rBxBtLDdbHqNQbAErmX61VQLeaQm", "txHash": "0xcd06fc2928ef3316d3b9900a2f88929184a334b1c54feb1560d568118c4b6712", "createdAtBlock": 15235682, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9676, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Qwint Champion of Monsters", "text": "# Qwint is the Champion\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ym_jVTcBxSU\n\n\nHes paid his dues\n\nTime after time\n\nCant speak a sentence \n\nBut a croak will do fine\n\nAnd bad mistakes\n\nHes made a few\n\nHes had his share of land,\n\nMissing his lake,\n\nBut hes come through\n\nAnd he means to stab on and on and on and on\n\nQwint is the Champion, my friends\n\nAnd he'll keep on fighting till the end\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nNo time for losers\n\n'Cause Qwint is the Champion of Monsters\n\nHes got brown eyebrows\n\nWith slime-filled eyeballs\n\nWe brought him flies and crickets\n\nAnd everything a toad befits\n\nHe thanks us all\n\nBut it's been no pad of lilies\n\nNo tasty ooze\n\nHe considers it a challenge before\n\nEach other race\n\nAnd he ain't gonna lose\n\nAnd he means to stab on and on and on and on\n\nQwint is the Champion, my friends\n\nAnd he'll keep on fighting till the end\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nNo time for losers\n\n'Cause Qwint is the Champion of Monsters\n\nQwint is the Champion, my friends\n\nAnd he'll keep on fighting till the end\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nQwint is the Champion\n\nNo time for losers\n \n'Cause Qwint is the Champion"}
{"id": "71bdc4a1-30fd-4b9c-9a44-58b7c72a6763-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:55.239", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW8d7tw462EyurTHY7zQL11shhwEb127ZQkdeqbFbZvFf", "txHash": "0x9711179fed0f3812b5dcf2a574d2f99cc9d5f958d7f2aac4176ab82564683e4f", "createdAtBlock": 14907291, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1509, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Riggs Paragon of all that is Evil", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nAs stocky as his weapon of choice, Riggs Paragon of all that is Evil did not happen upon his name.  He serves those of the Rune of Steel and prefers to cut the chit-chat and let his Poleaxe do all the talking striking them down before they can even exchange pleasantries.  Evillllll."}
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{"id": "07eea7a7-1819-46e9-a658-ee04f38e9b2e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:58.176", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQhhT5ZMVF8GLqNWFwEsGsLgv4nGNzpKvyaBzW1xxvwgR", "txHash": "0x6b78f3c9bece9ba929f19c4e0d426041a3342f43637e42b8ca922b65f53af0e9", "createdAtBlock": 14907429, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9993, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Thrug Flagellator of the Citadel", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nThrug Flagellator of the Citadel only awakens by the rays of sun against his shield. The energy roars him to life which can be heard by the scraping of his ball bat against the fortress's floors. If you are foolish enough to endure the sound of his coming, you will be graced by his massive presence that are almost as tall as the citadel's walls."}
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{"id": "3f51c7ed-ce25-4c16-9323-151e3ec1edca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:59.558", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaK5S3aWJe7t2ds6cNzQrGFVK4Aa1qabXJ6sUciTpqAwz", "txHash": "0x79a1614c1e120ccd0847e0c66600d26518b3bae0432ec05aad0b6c2ddee9c007", "createdAtBlock": 14907485, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9992, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Urmgurn Sword of the Road", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nNo finer Warrior existed than Urmgurn Sword of the Road. He chooses to garb himself in blue.  From his blue helm and buckler to his Cerulean Ceratopsian, Blue, Urmgurn prefers this colour to the stain that his enemies leave on his clothes. His dwarven demeanor is almost masked by his big blue broadsword. You don't want to be caught on the opposite side of the Road of Urmgurn."}
{"id": "6b2e225e-7fa4-404e-89e9-d7a38ab3808e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:38.913", "backgroundColor": "#734397", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMc2mbGU1ZER7GW3bkeLAraevePMZSAjX6NUrpzxUZXW", "txHash": "0x3664478aa4940827d66f3d29df993cc56885a5c65af0139234aa0d77f4d02880", "createdAtBlock": 14935874, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14758, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Tora Shatterer of the Road", "text": "# The Lore of Tora Shatterer of the Road\n\n\n\nThe story of Tora is quite a mystery. With no family, all she has ever known is the road and her trusted goat \n\ncompanion, Ramsey.  As Tora never truly stays in one place for too long, many have rumors about the \nmassive bone \n\nclub she carries. The tale goes along these lines...\n\nWhen Tora was just a young girl, her family was murdered by wild beasts deep in the forest. As she ran and escaped \n\nthe painful fate the rest of her family endured, now she was all alone without any direction of what to do next. Early \n\nmornings turned into late nights, days turned into weeks as she walked down that wild dirt path. One day when Tora \n\nfelt like giving up and letting the wilderness overcome her, she discovered something rustling in a nearby bush. \n\nScared and unsure of what beast could be lurking within this brush, her curiosity and bravery took over and she \n\napproached the noise. Peeking around the leaves, Tora spots that it is a young black goat with its horns wrapped in \n\nthe branches. She was surprised but relieved to discover such an innocent creature was behind all the commotion. But \n\nwhen Tora stepped up to try and free this goat, it let out a shrill yell and kicked her right onto the dirt. Embarrassed \n\nand a little hurt, Tora picked herself up and took a long look at this goat. In that moment, she saw that this goat was \n\nscared and alone and only reminded her of her own life. Determined to free this guy, she approached him again but \n\nslowly put her hand on his back. He bucked back at first but felt the warm, loving hand of Tora and felt security and"}
{"id": "6b2e225e-7fa4-404e-89e9-d7a38ab3808e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:38.913", "backgroundColor": "#734397", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZMc2mbGU1ZER7GW3bkeLAraevePMZSAjX6NUrpzxUZXW", "txHash": "0x3664478aa4940827d66f3d29df993cc56885a5c65af0139234aa0d77f4d02880", "createdAtBlock": 14935874, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14758, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Tora Shatterer of the Road", "text": "peace which slowly calmed him down. Easily removing his horns from the branches, Tora seemed to have found a new\n\nlife friend. As she sat and was unsure what to name her new friend, a HUGE ceratopsian dinosaur rushed out of the \n\ntrees and went straight for them. The black goat immediately shot up and faced the dinosaur head on, protecting Tora\n\nat all costs. The dinosaur leaped out to strike, but the black goat tripped up its feet and it fell straight onto its \n\nside. By this time, Tora has managed to climb a nearby tree and jump down on the fallen dinosaur with a large wooden \n\nbranch broken off from her earlier rescue mission of the black goat. With all her might, she pierced the dinosaurs \n\nside, shattering the ground around it and slayed the aggressive beast. As the adrenaline wore off, she sat there with \n\nher goat and said, \"I know the \nperfect name for you! I will call you \nRamsey!\". For the rest of that night, Tora and \n\nRamsey rested together and celebrated the victory they had just accomplished. The morning sun rose and just like that\n\nTora was ready to start traveling the road once more, but not before taking the large femur bone off the ceratopsian\n\ndinosaur.\n\nMany years have passed since that eventful acquaintance of two best friends occurred, but the bond between Tora \n\nand Ramsey will never break."}
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{"id": "4d31d492-884c-494d-ba2a-7e88277066b3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:02.117", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmc2uc2dL6GAYfqQgtTkAkRqMijWoYwTKWD69wzzzxCRfS", "txHash": "0x9c2e307e9d53ff85c4b87ec271a5c51c1dc1696726feb7bd89bef5a9d193a36b", "createdAtBlock": 14908666, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1912, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Bernadette Render of the Wood", "text": "Bernadette hated the woods. The damp darkness reminded her of her grandparents basement. She would descend into the darkness, armed with a candle, to fetch pickled radishes or fermented plums or dried dragon hide. It felt both exciting and safe back then, but now the memory made her shudder.  \n\nThe rustling of leaves opposite to the campfire announced the arrival of her companion. Were close now, the prisms are almost aligned the wizard muttered to himself as he emerged from the bushes. He slipped a small object into his pouch as he sat down at the fire. She could feel him relax by the warms of the fire. Rest now, little warrior, you will need your strength tomorrow. he said, absently smiling in her direction.  \n\nBernadette hated wizards. Their vagueness, their know-it-all attitude, and most of all their money. It seemed they could just conjure it, while Bernadette was forced to sit at this scrummy camp fire in these damned woods to make just enough to pay rent.\n\nAn unfamiliar sound from a brush behind them reminded Bernadette that the woods were no place to relax, every. She bend down to grab her double blade and felt something sharp pass over her, splitting hairs and ruining her cherished headband. In one smooth motion she shot up, steadying her body, and passed the blade in a wide arch through the brush that had emitted the sound. She felt the blade split leaves and branches and flesh and bone. The motion ended on one knee, like she was proposing, as the blade slammed into the ground. She stopped there, waiting for a sign from their assailants. There was silence. She looked up and saw the split bushes, and in them two bloody halves of what must have been a small man. \n\nTbc"}
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{"id": "75828f2e-8390-4986-b0a4-6d68dcf0ce3a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:04.751", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXvFXsyoGaVoZUACW341AHZ8BB1fDq2FQ8J5XqwN8AX3D", "txHash": "0x7e5f428cdbb6815290afce39d90952e96fc7d6e1e824db655e94d60b3079a605", "createdAtBlock": 14908827, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3504, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Athina Ruin of the Delta", "text": "# Athina, Ruin of the Delta\n\nGoblin Town was better off without her...\n\nAthina lived in a small makeshift hut near Goblin Town.  Her baboon, Junkie, got his name from some of the locals that often saw Junkie collecting whatever he could find out in the Runiverse.  \n\n\"Keep your damn baboon out of our trash!\", Mr. Figgles would shout at Athina.\n\nAthina's hut sat no more than 50 feet from Goblin Bridge, and was overrun with scrap metal, piles of old wood planks, and rusty weapons that couldn't cut a banana.  She and her baboon were definitely hoarders.  Most of the things they collected weren't worth half a piece of gold.  The piles, over the years, were spilling into the river and starting to block the inlet to Kelpie's Bay.  Waters were beginning to rise around Goblin Town.\n\nAs you can imagine, and based on Athina's name, her hoarding began to flood homes on the outskirts of Goblin Town...even her own.  Once the locals realized that Athina was the cause of all this, they chased her and Junkie out of town.  This was a very close call for Athina and Junkie as some of the locals that lost their homes to the flooding were out for blood.  \n\nBanished from Goblin Town, they now reside in an unknown location near Dream Master Lake.  Athina and Junkie live rather peaceful lives.  They roam around at night, hunting for whatever junk they can find in the local towns and villages.  Athina believes she will come across that one hidden gem, eventually.  The one 'big score' that her and Junkie dream of finding one day.  \n\nWill this addiction be the ruin of them both?  Or, will it make them rich?  What might they find...?"}
{"id": "7269173f-fcd1-4a47-918a-6302a71a9e50-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:05.775", "backgroundColor": "#382928", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYzWLWXYhmx4jPonzNzTjuUUZeUNYgZaSVpRErnXC5ysG", "txHash": "0x6718b5d04e9e2181af6b18801540df2c6d27ce7a07726b70110e110632bdd387", "createdAtBlock": 14909435, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13826, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Jax Chaos Agent of the Moon", "text": "# \"IMAGINE IF I HAD A REAL WEAPON\"\n\n\n\nJax grew up near the borders of the Gate of the Seventh Realm. The moment his hands were able to hold a staff, his father, @wizard4137 gave him the **Bo staff** a powerful weapon used by Wizards once. Soon enough he realised that he wasn't capable of casting spells and when other Wizards felt he didn't belong with them they cursed him by turning @wizard4137. his only family left into a **dirt pig**. \n\n\nHaving witnessed this cruel act Jax has wandered the Runiverse for eons searching for Warriors as he committed to mastering the study of the arms. \n\n*His story is to be continued*..."}
{"id": "b4309c4e-156f-4146-9f5d-cde188c8d081-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:06.44", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPK73dX6HiNR3KonfSU45nLahEuD7ymZQX1zWZzB1CoQD", "txHash": "0xef2ac50182e91bf4e2e7934a770ea28a02d4e9abde75a260cb78ba77c59706d8", "createdAtBlock": 14910645, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12087, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Boris of the Jungle", "text": "# Boris of the Jungle\n\nBORIS BORIS BORIS... a hungry warrior, some would say. You may notice his lack of companion. But look closer... what is in his hand? Boris once had a companion, a ham named Norris. However... after much struggle and argument one day in the forest, Boris decided to eat Norris. Rumor has spread of Boris's ex-Norris, and no other companion will come near. Beware leaving yours unattended near Boris."}
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{"id": "047e41e6-8c3a-4f23-952e-f468bc428bc4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:11.436", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRzrqry4t6HS76oAM2a9zMJtScSDS4VkypDqRGNuscveh", "txHash": "0xc4b4531da36e5afed23b8d29e6042ffe29b951e70bb282104cf0298a1b4e38ca", "createdAtBlock": 14911425, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9311, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Alchemist Zane of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Alchemist Zane of the Plains\n\nNot much is known about the wizard Zane, other than that he is a master alchemist and spends his time foraging for ingredients for his\npotions and elixirs.\n\n The odd hunter that has encountered him in the remotest of regions speaks of a towering man that, despite his age, has extraordinary strength and fitness. Whether this is due to his nomadic lifestyle or the concoctions he creates is unclear.\n\nThose who've come across him say he is eccentric and generous as he seemingly has a salve for any affliction.\n\nThe mighty warrior: @warrior12253, accounts that his Eagle spotted him out on the plains, and that Zane demonstrated a new potion he had created which could replicate other potions! \"one part source potion to four parts Aqua vitae and a drop of magic!\" he excitedly exclaimed, as he handed it to Hendrix."}
{"id": "c8f7dfea-3612-4830-86c6-97b94b973c0f-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:12.271", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUe7c1dhQJX4XTucAjm6gcHisUsLbUPYVq6tjes5cvQJ7", "txHash": "0x08135309e3efc89567b1cd39da7eb144ff40397ab2b0317a6741e86251a5bb05", "createdAtBlock": 14911546, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Wood", "text": "# Sondra of the Wood\n\nSondra was born in the ancient forest of Margreve. She was part of a small community of humans, living deep within the forest.\n\nSondras father was one of the communitys foragers, focusing mainly on foraging berries and fruit to feed the other members of the settlement. Her mother was the village healer, knowledgeable of all the various herbs that existed in the vicinity and of all they could do.\n\nThe Margreve was a dangerous forest. The village was deep inside it, in a place where strange fey creatures wandered and clans of goblins sought to mine the earth and raid villages.\n\nAnd yet, Sondras village knew only peace. There was a very good explanation for this  the presence of the Spirit.\n\nNobody quite knew what the Spirit was. All the people of Sondras village knew was that it was the settlements protector, an unseen defender that kept all danger at bay. \n\nThere was no doubt that the Spirit was real either. The village elders had rituals they could use to speak to it, and sometimes it spoke to individual people as well, to warn them of danger. \n\nAs such, Sondra grew up in a peaceful forest settlement, where she was free to run around and play with the other kids.\n\nThere were, however some limits. In particular, she wasnt allowed to go beyond the borders the Spirit had set for the village. As such, she was confined to a circle with a radius of a couple miles and the center in her village.\n\nLike most children, Sondra didnt like being confined like that. However, where most children would only pout and complain, Sondra decided to do something about it."}
{"id": "c8f7dfea-3612-4830-86c6-97b94b973c0f-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:12.271", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUe7c1dhQJX4XTucAjm6gcHisUsLbUPYVq6tjes5cvQJ7", "txHash": "0x08135309e3efc89567b1cd39da7eb144ff40397ab2b0317a6741e86251a5bb05", "createdAtBlock": 14911546, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Wood", "text": "From a very young age, Sondra had shown extreme aptitude in being stealthy. First, she used this skill to steal food under her parents nose, or to sneak out of the house after her bedtime to go play. At age ten, she started using that skill to disappear into the forest, unseen, and go beyond the limits the Spirit had set. \n\nWhat was more, Sondra was a capable druid as well, having learnt from the village elders. This magic also assisted in keeping her safe and stealthy in her excursions.\n\nInitially, Sondra was too scared to go too far beyond the border. \nEventually, however, as she grew older and braver, she planned entire expeditions. \n\nSondra saw many wonders of the forest this way  and many horrors too. \nShe saw a flower that towered taller than her house, covered in all the colors of the rainbow. Once, she heard singing and laughter, but when she investigated she found nothing  the work of the fey, certainly.\n\nThere were also close calls. Once, she nearly fell into a group of goblins going through the forest. Only through quick thinking was she able to climb a tree and hide. \n\nAt some point, when Sondra was thirteen, as she was exploring she found that the forest was ending. In reality, this wasnt quite true  as she would find out only moments later. In truth, she had stumbled into the road going through the forest. \n\nAnd on that road, which led to a nearby city, there was civilization. There was a small fort  one of the many used to keep the road safe  and there were people there. Humans, mostly, but other races too."}
{"id": "c8f7dfea-3612-4830-86c6-97b94b973c0f-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:12.271", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUe7c1dhQJX4XTucAjm6gcHisUsLbUPYVq6tjes5cvQJ7", "txHash": "0x08135309e3efc89567b1cd39da7eb144ff40397ab2b0317a6741e86251a5bb05", "createdAtBlock": 14911546, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Wood", "text": "To Sondra, this was the first time seeing anything of civilization beyond her village. She had heard about countries and cities from the elders, but the sight was new. She was captivated by the sight of this many different people, of different languages she didnt understand being spoken.\n\nShe knew better than to reveal herself to them, however. And so, Sondra watched, and stayed until night began to fall, only then returning home. The next day, she did the same thing, and the day after.\n\nBy that point, Sondras parents had grown suspicious. One night, after she had returned, they confronted her, and she confessed.\n\nSondras parents were more scared than anything else, although they were certainly angry as well. But Sondra was defiant. How did they expect her to live like this, trapped in a bubble for all her life? There was the whole world out there, and Sondra wanted to see it  to be something more than just another villager, living in the middle of nowhere, interacting with basically nobody.\n\nAnd so, the next day, Sondra snuck out again. She made her way to the fort. As she did so, she heard a voice in her head.\n\nIt was the Spirit, and it was angry. It ordered her to return to her village, and to never venture outside of its borders again. Sondra refused, and then the Spirit threatened her. If she left, it said, she would never find her way home again. \n\nSondra thought this to be a bluff, and so she ignored the Spirit  which didnt talk to her again. On her way to the fort however, Sondra was attacked by two giant spiders. Even though she was being careful, they somehow had discovered her."}
{"id": "c8f7dfea-3612-4830-86c6-97b94b973c0f-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:12.271", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUe7c1dhQJX4XTucAjm6gcHisUsLbUPYVq6tjes5cvQJ7", "txHash": "0x08135309e3efc89567b1cd39da7eb144ff40397ab2b0317a6741e86251a5bb05", "createdAtBlock": 14911546, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 103, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Sondra of the Wood", "text": "Sondra barely managed to escape with her life. Injured and bleeding, she stumbled out onto the road some way away from the fort. There, she lost consciousness.\n\nWhen she awoke, she was in the care of the guards at the fort. They helped nurse her back to health, and, although they didnt quite understand her, agreed to help her back to her village.\n\nBut the village wasnt there. There was nothing where it had stood, only forest. The Spirits words had been true  her home was lost to her.\n\nSondra was left with nothing to do but go to the nearest city. There, she learnt the language and honed her magical skills, taking up various missions to make the money she needed to survive.\n\nShe enjoyed seeing new people, and learning all about the world beyond her home. But she also missed her village terribly. Even as the years passed, the pain didnt go away.\n\nEven today, Sondra remains committed to return to her home. And of course, to expose the Spirit for what it truly is  a jailer, keeping her people contained."}
{"id": "ec473d57-99c9-4b12-86d0-640ce2f6a41c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:13.928", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ8RRux3AfFRjdiirqoJ9G4j2dXm4woWi8a8hvypPdheC", "txHash": "0x85fcf63a79b9cbf516d9abd2e0d8aef857194da92d3fbb539167ad7f7e5c1562", "createdAtBlock": 14911570, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 101, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Paranormal Phantasm Milton ", "text": "# Paranormal Phantasm Milton\nOnce, there lived a man named Milton. \n\nMilton was born deep underground, to a tribe of isolationist humans. This group of humans had been led underground long ago by a group of monsters, who had taken them as slaves.\n\nMost had perished during the first decade of their captivity. A strong core, however, survived and, eventually, adapted to living underground, in the darkness. Eventually, a group of different monsters attacked their masters, and the humans took the chance to rebel. In the end, they were successful, killing their former masters and earning their freedom.\n\nHowever, by that point, many years had passed  indeed, almost none of the original captives were alive. Only their descendants were left. Those descendants had never seen the light of day, and they had no ties that bound them to the surface. Instead, they had grown up underground, and were quite used to the ecosystem there. And so, they decided to remain where they were, founding a small town of their own in a cave system.\n\nThis was where Milton was born. Like the rest of his community, he was supposed to live the rest of his life underground.\n\nHowever, fate would be different for Milton. Although most of the original captives were dead, one remained by the time he was born  an old man, who had been just a child when he had been taken prisoner. It was this old man that often spent time with Milton, telling him stories of the surface  of the sun, of the trees, the animals, the small village he had once lived in.\n\nMiltons childish mind was able to create vivid images of this surface world, and he wanted nothing more than to visit it one day. But the moment he said as much to his parents, they immediately rejected such thoughts. Their home was in the underground, they said. Nowhere else."}
{"id": "ec473d57-99c9-4b12-86d0-640ce2f6a41c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:13.928", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ8RRux3AfFRjdiirqoJ9G4j2dXm4woWi8a8hvypPdheC", "txHash": "0x85fcf63a79b9cbf516d9abd2e0d8aef857194da92d3fbb539167ad7f7e5c1562", "createdAtBlock": 14911570, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 101, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Paranormal Phantasm Milton ", "text": "Although Milton made a show of being convinced by them, his true opinions hadnt changed. Throughout his childhood, he made plans for reaching the surface. \n\nFinally, when he was about twenty years old, Milton was ready. He left behind a message to his parents, so they would find it after he was gone. Then, he left.\n\nMilton didnt actually know the way to the surface. But he had a trick up his sleeve.\n\nThe humans of his settlement had forgotten most knowledge they had once had of the above world, but they retained one thing: Alchemy. Indeed, they had even improved on that skill, using the materials found underground. Milton had taken care to learn many potion recipe, and he used those to find a way to the surface. \n\nOne potion helped him feel sensations on his skin  like air, which led him to climb higher. Another gave him darkvision, helping him see even better than he already could under the ground.\n\nAfter days of traveling, Milton finally felt the sun on his face for the first time in his life. It was a joyous occasion, something truly amazing. It was also blinding  he had to wait for more than an hour to finally be able to move and see things. \n\nIn the years that followed, Milton used his alchemical knowledge to open up a store. He made friends with many mages and adventurers, and his life was good. But his mind always returned to his village  was there perhaps a way to convince his parents and everyone else to return to the surface too?"}
{"id": "ec473d57-99c9-4b12-86d0-640ce2f6a41c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:13.928", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ8RRux3AfFRjdiirqoJ9G4j2dXm4woWi8a8hvypPdheC", "txHash": "0x85fcf63a79b9cbf516d9abd2e0d8aef857194da92d3fbb539167ad7f7e5c1562", "createdAtBlock": 14911570, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 101, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Paranormal Phantasm Milton ", "text": "When Milton neared forty years old, he was told by some adventurers of a nearby ruin, one related to the monsters that had taken his ancestors as slaves. Curious, and thinking that perhaps he would find something connected to getting his people out of the underground, Milton decided to investigate.\nUsing his potions, Milton made short work of the small threats in the ruins. Then, he began to search. Deep inside the ruins, he saw light.\n\nThere, in the middle of a platform, there was a flame. Something about it was strangely familiar to Milton  nostalgic, even. Primordial, perhaps. Without even thinking, he approached the flame. He wanted to touch it, to feel its warmth.\n\nAnd touch it he did. The moment this happened, Milton changed  he was transmuted, changed by this sacred flame, but not in a way he immediately appreciated.\n\nMilton became a spirit, a phantasm  able to see the world of the living, but not interact with it. What was more, it seemed as if those that knew him started to forget him almost immediately.\n\nFor years after this, Milton simply did nothing  so lost in sadness was he. Eventually, however, he made a discovery  he couldnt influence the world of the living too much, but some people seemed able to hear him. Not fully, but enough.\n\nAnd so, Milton knew what he had to do. He returned all the way back to his home, to the underground village where it had all began. There, he found a handful of folks who could hear him. Ready as ever, he went to work. He would guide his people to the surface."}
{"id": "2eb7dd7a-1d1b-45c8-8e68-2acd46074d82-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:14.738", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb9CLuM7XqFTgKBadHJDUS2g58Fq3vh6bTp4CsucsZzvw", "txHash": "0x8a0035f3594528debe6dbd80a47e8a9be17f40a907f66039107ac6d43bb4a62f", "createdAtBlock": 14911586, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 99, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jeldor of the Hills", "text": "# Archmagus Jeldor of the Hills\nJeldor, the man who would one day become an archmagus, was born in quite mundane circumstances. He was born in a tiny village, so insignificant that it didnt even have a name  it was simply the village to the few souls that lived there.\n\nJeldors parents were simple farmers, just like almost everyone was in the village. They mostly farmed just enough to live off of  the village was nowhere near a major trade route, and so most of the inhabitants were subsistence farmers. However, once a year, the village got together, pooled all their remaining unneeded crops and sent representatives to sell them in the nearest city, in order to purchase needed supplies and tools.\n\nJeldor was his parents firstborn, although he would eventually have two siblings. From the moment he was able to walk, he was needed in his parents farm, to help with anything he could  working the farm was a difficult job, and his parents needed all the extra help.\n\nAt first, when Jeldor worked on the farm, things seemed to be happening right as they should. Everything was normal, so to speak. However, even back then, if someone was perceptive, they might have spotted some weird oddities. \n\nFor example, when Jeldor was five, he was given a small sack of seeds and told to plant them. His parents took similar sacks and did the same, so that the entirety of the farm would be seeded in a day. \n\nThe seeds that Jeldor planted grew faster. Not by absurd amounts  his parents would have noticed then  but by enough where they were harvested some days earlier. This and other such similar occurrences were common as Jeldor worked on the farm."}
{"id": "2eb7dd7a-1d1b-45c8-8e68-2acd46074d82-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:14.738", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb9CLuM7XqFTgKBadHJDUS2g58Fq3vh6bTp4CsucsZzvw", "txHash": "0x8a0035f3594528debe6dbd80a47e8a9be17f40a907f66039107ac6d43bb4a62f", "createdAtBlock": 14911586, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 99, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jeldor of the Hills", "text": "When Jeldor was ten years old, his parents were chosen to be among the representatives sent to sell the excess wheat and other crops to the nearby city. Since they couldnt leave Jeldor or his other two siblings alone, the entire family prepared to visit the city. \n\nIt was, at first, an overwhelming experience for Jeldor. The village center  if it could even be called that  had a couple two-story buildings and an inn. The citys outskirts were bigger and busier than that, not to mention the city itself.\n\nJeldor eventually found himself in a city plaza, sitting by his familys crops  he didnt really have anything to do, and so he simply people watched to pass the time, fascinated by the different clothing and styles everyone sported.\n\nAs he watched, he saw a man approach a group of cityfolk. As they were talking, the man picked the pockets of one of them and started to run away. He was noticed, and shouts of thief went up. But the plaza was full of people, and the thief seemed experienced in running away. It looked like he was going to escape.\n\nJaldor had learned that stealing was bad. But he thought he couldnt do anything to stop the thief right now. Even so, he stretched out his hand  despite being quite far away  in an attempt to halt him.\n\nSomehow, the thief tripped and fell right at that moment. Soon after that, he was apprehended.\n\nIt was then that a man clad in beautiful black robes approached Jeldors parents. The man was an archmagus in the citys academy. He was called Istion, and he had noticed Jeldors outstretched hand  and he had seen the strands of magic coming out of it, even if Jeldor himself had not."}
{"id": "2eb7dd7a-1d1b-45c8-8e68-2acd46074d82-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:14.738", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb9CLuM7XqFTgKBadHJDUS2g58Fq3vh6bTp4CsucsZzvw", "txHash": "0x8a0035f3594528debe6dbd80a47e8a9be17f40a907f66039107ac6d43bb4a62f", "createdAtBlock": 14911586, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 99, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Jeldor of the Hills", "text": "Istion explained to Jeldors parents that he thought their son was magically gifted. His parents at first refused to believe it, but after some probing they admitted that strange things seemed to happen when he was near.\n\nAfter much convincing, Jeldors parents agreed to stay in the city for some weeks, so that Istion could make sure Jeldor had magical abilities  Istion would pay for their stay, of course.\n\nIn the next few weeks, Jeldor showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was a wizard. He was ecstatic about this, of course  he had only heard of wizards in stories, and now he could become one himself. \n\nTo do that, Jeldor had to remain in the city, while his parents and siblings returned home. For the next eight years, Jeldor spent most of his time in the academy, and the rest visiting his family.\n\nFinally, he graduated with honors, and there came the time for him to figure out the next step in his magical career. More than anything, Jeldor wanted to see more of the world  he had gotten an appetite for it since seeing the city for the first time. He didnt want to end up staying in the academy forever, teaching. \n\nAnd so, Jeldor traveled. He saw the wonders of the world, met people from everywhere. Most importantly, he delved into dungeons, seeking to find lost knowledge  in this way, he brought to light more than a dozen spells that were thought to be lost.\n\nDuring those travels, Jeldor also found a friend  a monkey called Scraps. He found Scraps surrounded by angry beasts, and when he saved him, the monkey decided to join him for his travels."}
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{"id": "4f7b571d-e193-4f8c-9f48-af0347c4e579-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:15.43", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSQfddVxakgi7BTjBwdv4iakT3s7Q7JxkbApzaQqre38F", "txHash": "0x0ea83706389a34ac7e5c70068741843973dcb6c0286050a5ddbe502156058003", "createdAtBlock": 14911602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 102, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Cassius of the Steppe", "text": "# Battle Mage Cassius of the Steppe\n\nThe Steppe is a dangerous place. Trade cities dot the rivers between the open plains, making a living off the merchants passing through the lands. Between the cities, hordes of nomads on their horses and camels ride, hunting, feasting, fighting against each other and the cities.\n\nCassius was born into one such nomadic clan  the Golden Eagles, they were called. His clans history was a glorious one. Once, long ago, they had held sway over large parts of the steppe, ruling as emperors, building many cities which still stood today and constructing monuments whose ruins could still be seen across the vast grasslands.\n\nAnd yet, the current fortunes of the Golden Eagles were much diminished. Centuries ago, their empire had been brought low by foreign invaders. Cassius clan was the only remnant of that golden age, reduced to the same level as the dozens of other nomadic clans found in the steppes.\n\nBut Cassius was born with the potential to change all that. When his mother gave birth to him, he came out clutching a blood clot. Everyone in the clan knew what that meant  it was the sign that the child would grow up to be a battle mage. Battle mages were the most prized warriors in the steppe, people born with the innate ability to cast spells, and able to use that power to lead their clan to victory.\n\nAnd so, from the moment Cassius was able to comprehend basic concepts, he was put to work mastering his magic. The other battle mages of the clan spent each and every waking moment with him, trying to coax the magic out of him, to turn him into one of them."}
{"id": "4f7b571d-e193-4f8c-9f48-af0347c4e579-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:15.43", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSQfddVxakgi7BTjBwdv4iakT3s7Q7JxkbApzaQqre38F", "txHash": "0x0ea83706389a34ac7e5c70068741843973dcb6c0286050a5ddbe502156058003", "createdAtBlock": 14911602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 102, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Cassius of the Steppe", "text": "It took a while  to the point that the other battle mages were worried that perhaps the omens were wrong  but when Cassius turned five, he finally managed to unleash his magic. It was out of pure accident, of course. As he was playing in the outskirts of that days camp, a wolf came up out of the grass and charged at him. Without thinking, Cassius blasted it back with a wall of force, sending it running.\n\nAfter this, it was like a dam had burst. Cassius was able to access his magical powers almost at will, and all that was left was actually learning spells  which the other battle mages were happy to teach him.\n\nAs Cassius entered his teenage years, everyone could see how powerful he was becoming. By the time he was fifteen, he had surpassed the battle capabilities of all other battle mages among the Golden Eagles, becoming the strongest among them.\n\nAs this was happening, the people of the clan began to dream about their glory years again. With Cassius leading the mages, who knew? Perhaps they could bring about their empire once more.\n\nHowever, the leader of the Golden Eagles thought differently. The chief refused to entertain any thoughts of war. And yet, after some time, the choice was lost to him. The people threatened to rebel if Cassius capabilities were not put to the test.\n\nAnd so it was that the Golden Eagles marched to war against a nearby rival. In the first of what was to be many battles throughout his life, Cassius excelled, using his powers to beat back the enemy cavalry and win the day for the Golden Eagles.\n\nAfter this taste of victory, the clan wanted more. Soon, the Golden Eagles spread like wildfire, eager to conquer the clans around them. As for Cassius, he was hailed as a hero and, soon enough, he was offered the position of clan leader."}
{"id": "4f7b571d-e193-4f8c-9f48-af0347c4e579-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:15.43", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSQfddVxakgi7BTjBwdv4iakT3s7Q7JxkbApzaQqre38F", "txHash": "0x0ea83706389a34ac7e5c70068741843973dcb6c0286050a5ddbe502156058003", "createdAtBlock": 14911602, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 102, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Battle Mage Cassius of the Steppe", "text": "Cassius of course accepted. He did as his clan required, leading them onwards to further and further conquests.\n\nBut nobody ever asked Cassius what he wanted to do. Sure, he enjoyed combat  the thrill of it was unparalleled. But he had never been given a choice as to what he would become in life. As the years passed, this began to weigh on him. Even so, he kept leading his tribe.\n\nEventually, however, he could take it no more. After conquering yet another city, Cassius reached out to the remaining clans and cities, and signed a peace. The territory of the Golden Eagles was much enlarged, but nowhere near their empire levels.\n\nEven so, Cassius was done. He gave orders to not go to war without him, and left the tribe. He journeyed to a nearby mountain, climbing all the way to the top  which was thought impossible. Still, with his magic, Cassius managed it.\n\nThere, Cassius began to meditate, trying to understand his place in the world.\n\nYears have passed, and peace in Cassius part of the steppes still holds. Cassius himself still remains in the mountain. Prophecies abound as to when he will return, but the truth remains the same: only Cassius knows when that will be."}
{"id": "1b4431b7-f694-4dbe-9838-56f1317eb262-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:16.229", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVg5s6pd6rUm2y2CeSpsDFjLBUNJAwj5qbXegMkGQec6k", "txHash": "0x00d0a95c22faec10f0bc67e9e1e3c683e3b523cf3f50148986321d77f1439aaa", "createdAtBlock": 14911618, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Porto of the Cold", "text": "# Arcanist Porto of the Cold\n\nPorto was born deep inside an ancient forest, in a village of mushroomfolk like himself. \n\nThe village depended mostly on foraging to survive  farming was difficult to achieve inside the forest, with roots all around and the sun being blocked by the thick canopy of foliage above. Even so, there were plenty of berries to be found, as well as roots, fruit, and the occasional meat gained by hunting.\n\nThe forest was located in a very advantageous geographical position as well. In the summers, it was cool thanks to all the shade. In the winters, it was cold, but not cold enough to threaten anyone who had even a rudimentary shelter. \n\nPortos parents were herbalists, responsible for the welfare of the entire village. They both knew all the herbs and plants of the forest, and all the ways they could be used to cure a cold, a headache, and much more. Of course, Porto started to absorb that knowledge from a very young age  his parents didnt really have a separate building where they did their work. Instead, prospective patients were simply treated in the living room.\n\nAs Porto neared his teenage years, he did what every child born close to nature did: he explored. Either alone or with friends, he took great big walks in the forest, seeing whatever there was to see in it.\n\nThose walks were usually quite uneventful  the forest did have animals and monsters living in it, but they kept away from the mushroomfolk  their flesh was toxic to them. And so, Porto was free to explore.\n \nHowever, during one of his exploratory missions, Porto would find something that would change not only his own life, but that of his village too.\n\nAs he was walking, Porto felt a strange cold sensation. This was decidedly strange  it was autumn, and the weather could get somewhat cold, but nowhere near what he was currently feeling."}
{"id": "1b4431b7-f694-4dbe-9838-56f1317eb262-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:16.229", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVg5s6pd6rUm2y2CeSpsDFjLBUNJAwj5qbXegMkGQec6k", "txHash": "0x00d0a95c22faec10f0bc67e9e1e3c683e3b523cf3f50148986321d77f1439aaa", "createdAtBlock": 14911618, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Porto of the Cold", "text": "Porto was alarmed, but also curious. And so, he approached the source of the cold. \n\nA few moments later, he came across a small pond  he had been there before, many times, and he had never felt such cold. However, this time it was different. From where he stood, near the last trees before the pond, he could see its surface clearly  and it was frozen.\n\nIt was the first time Porto had seen frost in his life  the weather never got that cold. But here, standing next to the pond, Porto shivered down to his bones. He braced, waiting for something to happen, for some kind of monster to appear and reveal itself as the source of the cold.\n\nYet nothing happened. The pond remained frozen, but no source of the frost showed itself. And so, Porto rushed back home to notify his parents and the rest of the village.\n\nAt first, the others didnt believe him. However, in the end, Porto managed to convince one of the elders to come with him back to the pond. Once the elder had seen Portos words were true, the village finally took action.\n\nA large group of villagers, armed with shovels and hammers, went to the pond. Using their tools, they broke the ice completely, searching for some kind of item or anything else that could perhaps power this sudden frost. They found nothing. On top of that, the moment the villagers stopped digging, the ice started to reform, solidifying almost immediately. \n\nFor the next few days, the villagers kept a close eye on the pond. With alarm, they noticed that the frost and cold were spreading. Porto was still far too young to take part in any deliberations on the matter, and so he simply waited home while his parents went to village meetings about the issue, which sometimes lasted through the night."}
{"id": "1b4431b7-f694-4dbe-9838-56f1317eb262-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:16.229", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVg5s6pd6rUm2y2CeSpsDFjLBUNJAwj5qbXegMkGQec6k", "txHash": "0x00d0a95c22faec10f0bc67e9e1e3c683e3b523cf3f50148986321d77f1439aaa", "createdAtBlock": 14911618, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 100, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arcanist Porto of the Cold", "text": "Eventually, the villagers decided to burn the frost out. They cut down a circle of forest to isolate the flames, then set fire to the trees around the pond. \n\nIt took a while for the trees to catch, half-frozen as they were. However, after about an hour, the small part of the forest around the pond was on fire, burning brightly.\n\nThe villagers stood and watched, ready to contain the fire. They stood for hours, Porto among them, until the fire faded to embers, and then to nothing. Of the patch of forest around the pond, nothing remained. Even the ponds water had mostly evaporated.\n\nAnd yet, the next day, the frost was back. What little water remained in the pond was frozen over, and white tendrils extended from it into the burned land around it.\n\nIt was at this point that the villagers started to despair. As time passed, the frost spread, and although the villagers did their best to control it  lighting fires around it as a border  it was inexorable.\n\nThis was the climate Porto grew up in. To save his village, he decided that the time had come for him to leave the forest. There were no answers about their predicament to be found in or near his village  but outside the forest, in stranger lands, perhaps he would find a solution. Portos parents disagreed with his choice, but they couldnt really stop him  deep down, they understood his reasoning. \n\nAnd so, Porto left. He traveled outside the forest for the first time, meeting humans and other strange races. In the end, he reached a small city, with a beautiful tower looming over it. This was the famed Arcanum school of magic, and once Porto learned this he instantly knew what he had to do."}
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{"id": "0e27e38b-a3c8-4c47-be75-c2d97b3cae72-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:24.174", "backgroundColor": "#a67e25", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckBJdeZojXoUwPPQ73i364rcHkrVKmFxmp16u6vKHZDi", "txHash": "0xd26a8b63bf052fb94ee2e9e4cf59400adbda74e0b9fcc29162561a11ac7ad2f0", "createdAtBlock": 14913552, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11458, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Zoya Guardian of the Obelisk", "text": "Zoya \"The Guardian\" Chia\n\nFirst Name: Zoyamilk\n\nLast Name: Chia\n\n\n\nAge: You will never know\n\nHobbies: Using my deadly weapon as a hula hoop\n\nFavorite animal: None which is why I do not have a pet\n\nFavorite drink: Tequila on the rocks after I've slayed some monsters\n\nFavorite food: Extra spicy pork tacos\n\n\nShort bio:\n\nI can make minced pork for my tacos as fast as I can slay the monster next door. Beware my wrath especially when I'm hungry. But when I'm happy, you can find me relaxing by the shore. :D"}
{"id": "0d053a26-43b7-4433-8db9-ac8fb73716e1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:03:55.187", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 7, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmckihBQAJiRQLq1ypFnraKfbk6WfTU1WsqEzgeZDeQEzz", "txHash": "0xaff0df0bf9f2e8962723e21c5fa9d7a70b7a9f5fbc00d40f0d73d3960732ed6d", "createdAtBlock": 13752855, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4710, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Charlord ", "text": "# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord\n\nAge: currently unknown.\n\nOrigin: currently unknown.\n\n**Act 1: The Awakening.**\n\nAs sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.\n\nCharlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.\n\nHe stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.\n\nWith no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought."}
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{"id": "2702aa42-5500-441b-8139-7c93d8dac3ca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:56.738", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b17", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNym1kJiUEo9kTwv9R9hPnLFzdvm5yNkLKdHhGguEEaKe", "txHash": "0x52c94d9bfde49558e75036e03ebec42d86ee4ec505ceb581b627b786cd61638d", "createdAtBlock": 14969248, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12842, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Makena Chopper of the Wheel", "text": "# Dont go into the Forest \n\nThe only thing I remember of my mother was her telling me to never go into that forest.\n\nAnd thats how the Forest became my new home. Would I have listened to her I may now live in a nice house, have kids, a loving husband and everything sweet and nice. Now that I am saying this I realize that I hate everything about it. I was not ready for the forest but the wild was ready for me. Without it I would have never become what I am now.\n\nI learned to live on my own. Know that no animal means real harm, just need a different approach and that nature listens to us. If only we would listen to nature. This one night when I first discovered the secret of the runes, nature was not only listening. It was speaking to me. And now I am on my way to let speak nature through me. Together with my loyal friend Pebbles I am on my mission to discover the misterys that this forgotten land beholds. We will conquer and free the forests. No matter the circumstances. Up only."}
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{"id": "83e1105f-b6d9-4d53-bb1f-25bcb7fb1be2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:33.933", "backgroundColor": "#dbfad7", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUe4sFfNvjbm2W5sQZsi13nGz9c5Vg9qSSEEwzYKkpqn7", "txHash": "0xc23e21ba6a9af101cc33cd49aad702ce66b9ffbddf60a3d51c0f6a1eafb0cb42", "createdAtBlock": 14916933, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9177, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sal Scissor of the Shadows", "text": "**SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS** \n\n \nA legendary Dragon pike of solid Malachite rests within the icy grips of a powerful Warrior. This warrior, so fierce no man dare challenge, for they have all heard the tales. Tales of a warrior with a blade so dangerous, so enchanted, so sharp, it possesses the ability to sever a man from his very shadow. A wise adversary should wish for death before enduring such catastrophe. Such a blow fractures a soul and dooms its many victims to eternal anguish and torment. It has been said that no man is capable of wielding such immense and overwhelming power without himself falling victim to the weight of this cursed weapon. These claims, of course, are true. For this warrior is no man. Born from the dust of fallen heroes and the ash of shattered empires, this fabled warrior is known throughout the land as SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS. A warrior whose heart burns with the flame of a thousand dragons and walks with a companion forged from the same fire. The hypnotic beauty that she radiates draws in her enemies like a moth to a flame. Her unrivaled cunning and precision in battle is feared by not only those of her clan but throughout the entirety of the Runiverse. Myth, fable, legend the ultimate soul breaking Warrior... SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS. \n\n-J.F. 1501"}
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{"id": "77f8a551-b276-4e51-becf-e04faaebb9a9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:52:38.266", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaWwk4qnePFJ8cXSLarREaauWsdYbSWzyAVkKPfZaLxTy", "txHash": "0xce50ef8172f9a9adb8d68a97342bdb36b87f07349d73a66d84443915ad7e9f45", "createdAtBlock": 14917510, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Armstrong of the Sun", "text": "Whereas most magick spells are incomprehensible to the lay person, the incantations of _magick politic_ require a non-wizard to be able to understand them.  The more memorable the incantation, the more powerful the spell.  The Red Wizards, particularly adept in this magick, knew this innately when they eventually branded her an \"agent of chaos.\"\n\nYet the title assumed agency in the decision to sow discord, whereas any Yellow Wizard would remind you that simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be sufficient to accidentally invoke _magick entropic_.  \n\nAnd in this moment, as she stepped through the veil, she was almost certainly in the wrong place, particularly at this time.\n\n\"Ah, I know where I am.  It's been so long, I almost forgot,\" she said.  \"But it's hard to forget,\" she waved her hands, \"all this color.  Do you see it?\"\n\nShe looked at a stunned Shaman Armstrong.\n\n\"No... no, I don't think you do.\""}
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{"id": "f9aae3f8-0c43-4af9-9584-52aa25d2e73b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:37.268", "backgroundColor": "#7392ff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNkDVgusiExRRNwo4yrWjEYeqdZCJBiBESehUo3Y6xDDe", "txHash": "0x87d214bfcb55e2101a062f5a3e2233d5704a4b2f68e06a637b833b6cd0f1bc85", "createdAtBlock": 15007077, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 950, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Runecaster Ixar of the Brambles", "text": "# These Days I Forget\n_\"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time\" \n **Friedrich Nietzsche**_\n\n\n### Yeah, there's a funny side to it but it ain't all jolly. I've forgotten where I'm from, when I'm from, even my mother and father. That they don't tell you about extreme longevity, that you're gonna run out of memory, that you're not gonna get to chose what you can keep and what you forget. \n#\n### I'm ancient but this identity is pretty recent, only had it for 2000 ish years. \n### Runecaster Ixar! **Of the Brambles**!!! LOL. It's actually a title received from Celtic King Caractacus, a good buddy of mine. He named me **Runecaster of the Brambles** for teaching his mages some runes for healing magic that can be unlocked from Blackberries, the bramble being a prevalent plant in his kingdom. \n### I only kept the name because I found it terribly amusing, the fact that one could be so impressed by such rudimentary wizardry that they bestow a descriptive title to honor it tickled the fuck out of me. It's like instead of Jesus Son of God we would remember him as Conjurer Jesus of Wine-Water..\n#\n### I remember a few other previous identities, maybe we'll get to those sometime, but before the neolithic revolution everything is kind of a blur. I don't remember my origin so it's time to create one.\n#\n### This is my book, an objective account, unshackled from magical spells, hidden in the power of the ordinary and yet for generations to endure, meant to inspire and inform but also to keep me whole.\n\n\n#\n## My Runes be remembered! Ixar (XR)"}
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{"id": "352d6f80-5c98-4525-b8bb-5ba2af3a91da-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:40.35", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd7eUx71cBVekvJirJLU9wW2ArGfD2RtXvu59LH7tbxyP", "txHash": "0x1aa4634079b3713ba8c5d05e557c836744984e1a0a2c290fca5f0c0edccf1f1a", "createdAtBlock": 14994814, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8924, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Thor of the Valley", "text": "# New Lore Entry \n\nSage Thor of the Valley"}
{"id": "352d6f80-5c98-4525-b8bb-5ba2af3a91da-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:40.35", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd7eUx71cBVekvJirJLU9wW2ArGfD2RtXvu59LH7tbxyP", "txHash": "0x1aa4634079b3713ba8c5d05e557c836744984e1a0a2c290fca5f0c0edccf1f1a", "createdAtBlock": 14994814, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8924, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Thor of the Valley", "text": "A thundering knock startled Thor out of his bed. He nervously walked across the dirt floor of his small one roomed house and opened the front door. There stood in front of him was a elderly wizard who quickly but gently, shoved a small wolf pup into Thor's hands then spun around and hurried down the small dirt road away from his house. the wolf pup seemed big for his six year old hands and it didn't occur to him that it could hurt him so he got in his bed, and snuggled the little wolf until he fell back asleep. The next morning he woke up with the little wolf still in his arms. He didn't want to wake it up but he knew he had to get up and take care of his chores. He slowly pulled the covers back and got out of his bed when he heard a whine from behind him and he turned around to see the little wolf looking up at him with stunning purple eyes. It almost looked"}
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{"id": "747e2fae-fd0a-4963-8625-8ea7f3471431-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:07.896", "backgroundColor": "#491411", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdsVKyyKqDJCN4FM9n2RkFySTcZPwBJrJWxUXBYkKbsko", "txHash": "0xd5545cad0e841594b7d32100332eb9815372a2f6915a9963121534093cb00dc9", "createdAtBlock": 14926355, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 711, "slug": "souls", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lewd Revenant Apollo of the Brimstone Havens", "text": "**\n**\n# FIRE & BRIMSTONE - NEW BEGINNINGS\n**\n** \n\n*Whaaaawhat the f%$## did you do Apollo!* shrieks Hemmingway as he peaks out of the ashes, his polar white feathers now covered in soot and dust. \n\n*I told you we shouldnt be playing around with those Kobolds* he scoffs. Hemmingway takes a split second to look around the room before darting upwards to assess the full damage.\n\nApollo was still sitting down after the initial explosion and starts chuckling to himself. As he was laughing, he heard a weird rattle like sound.\n\n*Errr, those those sound like.* Apollo looked down and burst out laughing. \n\n*Im a bloody bag of bones* he shouted as he started to dance around showcasing his new look to bewildered onlookers. Apollo noticed the spectators and upped his attention seeking, performing some questionable standup all while enjoying the mixed reactions from the crowd (the kobolds were not a fan).\n\nHemmingway was growing tired of Apollos positivity in their newfound situation as the realisation of what they did to those Kobolds starts to seep into his mind. With dread stricken across his sleek white beak he flies over to Apollo and pulls him away.\n\n*Are you forgetting what the hell just happened back there? he pants.*\n\nIf they find out why we were down there we are going to be murdered, and not to mention but those other poor wizards. Hemming started to look down.\n\nWhy did you have to kill them Apollo?....\n\nTheir conversation was abruptly interrupted as a large fireball hit the wall next to them, exploding in a hot white flash that scorches wizards standing nearby.\n\nA booming voice starts to slowly get louder as the crowd start to whisper and the rumour spreads of who is coming down that dusty cobble street. \n\nIt was him."}
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{"id": "3d8dd1bb-3406-471e-88e1-270f02a2c518-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:08.784", "backgroundColor": "#120415", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcAGCv5LKqsG8gkYNsVG36uWVcJnTBcr245PkFdMEfZiw", "txHash": "0x7d5ee90f96af5cf14da0db1634fdd92888a21233286c72e3c1148d6b0baedb0e", "createdAtBlock": 14926359, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11133, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZwfLe5x1fm9GVhVzo9VuQoJGfkbDsgRDci6nnVgHeMv7", "name": "Diana Calamity of the Range", "text": "# **Diana, Calamity of the Range** -                                               Page 1 of ??\n\nOut of 6 traits, 4 of them are in *Affinity*.\nHer Traits are:\n \n -- Rune of Mercury\n -- Titan Cleaver\n -- Triangle Shield\n -- Surd Armour\n -- Spring Warrior\n -- Null Goat\n\n\n\n**Diana, Calamity of the Range** is currently residing in the northern parts of the Runiverse near Skylord Rookery with her pet goat Haze. \n\nShe is one fierce warrior who should not be taken lightly. Diana is training night and day to become one of the strongest warriors the Runiverse has ever seen. Word has it that there are some sacred beasts and dangerous creatures lurking amongst us that must be stopped. \n\nWhen they do reveal themselves, you can be sure to count on her to slay any who get in her way.\n\n*To be continued...*"}
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{"id": "68ffe76c-02db-45e2-a5be-95afa56d73ad-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:53:20.68", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNwcCyqE9KFzdGFgiosRLsZCJauNLnff75nUbZPVKvjdD", "txHash": "0xc4bcafdeff93c8ffc8629aa1bcab20c2a869eef1413fee463ea0005d5f29b5b8", "createdAtBlock": 14930181, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7890, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hugh Terror of the Pavillion", "text": "Its just one of those days\n\nWhere you don't want to wake up\n\nEverything is fucked\n\nEverybody sucks\n\nYou don't really know why\n\nBut you want to justify\n\nRippin' someone's head off\n\nNo human contact\n\nAnd if you interact\n\nYour life is on contract\n\nYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker\n\nIt's just one of those days\n\nIt's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit\n\nI think you better quit, let the shit slip\n\nOr you'll be leaving with a fat lip\n\nIt's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit\n\nI think you better quit, talking that shit\n\nIts just one of those days\n\nFeeling like a freight train\n\nFirst one to complain\n\nLeaves with a bloodstain\n\nDamn right I'm a maniac\n\nYou better watch your back\n\nCause I'm fucking up your program\n\nAnd then your stuck up\n\nYou just lucked up\n\nNext in line to get fucked up\n\nYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker\n\nIt's just one of those days\n\nIt's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit\n\nI think you better quit, let the shit slip\n\nOr you'll be leaving with a fat lip\n\nIt's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit\n\nI think you better quit, talking that shit\n\nPunk, so come and get it\n\nI feel like shit\n\nMy suggestion, is to keep your distance\n\nCause right now I'm dangerous\n\nWe've all felt like shit\n\nAnd been treated like shit\n\nAll those motherfuckers\n\nThat want to step up\n\nI hope you know, I pack a chainsaw\n\nI'll skin your ass raw\n\nAnd if my day keeps going this way, I just might\n\nBreak something tonight\n\nI pack a chainsaw\n\nI'll skin your ass raw\n\nAnd if my day keeps going this way, I just might"}
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{"id": "b2b05ed8-fc50-49b0-8689-7c89f6dd3b37-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:31:17.43", "backgroundColor": "#000e2d", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmbw4VPdzBhbAA2rRXCMSH6TPHw5oAUagg9XcMT9D5ww6L", "txHash": "0x07cac29ef1ca78d1d15ef68dd8ebe3dd746f76a50189c5b1b9053da7780ce7f0", "createdAtBlock": 15042277, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 41, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVcy6CK7zVoYbhH93JgqSuyNqTEaGSo9S3ZjHja1F3k9C", "name": "Arcanist Atlanta of the Palms", "text": "*<<- Ch 1: Intro to Gimpy*\n\n# Chapter 2: Introduction to A \n\nHow does one draw the line between a gift and a curse? Is it a matter of control? Is it a matter of perspective?\n\nArcanist Atlanta of the Palms was born with an overwhelming psychic sense. It is said that any wizard can access such powers, and many work towards refining them. But for A (as she prefers to be called), it was never a choice.\n\nGrowing up, A was convinced that her nearly uncontrollable powers were a curse. Often associated with the Rune of Sun, the light of truth can easily shine too brightly, burning both the seer and everyone she sees. If not for As sun cat Blaze, who shares this same power, she likely would have drowned in dark potions long ago, in effort to cloud her piercing vision. \n\n\n\nInevitably, anyone possessing these abilities must keep their coven relatively small. A is extremely selective about who she allows in her energy field. But those who she does trust, she knows she can trust with anything  and they know they can trust her more than anyone. \n\nIt may go without saying that male wizards are particularly problematic for someone as attractive as A, who sees through their overcompensating spells and into their disgraceful minds. The only men who are welcome in her life are those who are in touch with their submissive nature. Most others are terrified of her, even if intrigued  for they know exactly what she is capable of doing with that soul harvester scythe. They know she could slice their dicks and balls right off if they step too far out of line, or think the wrong thought in her presence. While the ritual of castration is generally consensually gifted to good pets like her favorite Gimpy, sometimes, A has no choice but to irreversibly put a wizard in his place."}
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{"id": "d2b9a244-5222-42b4-9d41-a447647897b2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:33:56.919", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU9Ntu5X63vU7mkVgt4YdYvhp1WFW7W3TF8ULjeMrYxPE", "txHash": "0x30f8aaee3451f736b47d5d6181e6e396d841afeb081764a9b1b74ff1557f5944", "createdAtBlock": 14936246, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7202, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmP7KLkq77KxMcg99b5GUe4PMsadAV3SWpADcpNG9hKFWn", "name": "Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire", "text": "# Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire \n\nYou see, Hadrien wasn't always the Archmagus, nor was he always a disciple of the Secret Fire. His life started\noh so humbly as a farmer's son in the small village just outside Goblin Town. He grew up learning the meaning and\nvalue of hardwork, but the farm was frequently pillaged by raiders and theives, and Hadrien often wondered why they got to get\noff so easy, while he had to do all of the hard work!\n\nEventually, the raids got more violent, and ended up taking the life of his mother and father. Hadrien, exhausted \nand emotionally drained, quietly buried his family on the property, before taking what little he owned and heading\nout into the great unknown.\n\nHis journeys would see him all over the Runiverse, but eventually Hadrien would end up taking up residency in an \nabandoned mage's tower along the coast of the Alchemist's Archipelago. Here he would spend almost a decade pouring\nover the tomes left behind, absorbing as much as he possibly could. \n\nEventually, Hadrien would learn all he could from the little library, but it was not enough. It was almost as if he \nwas born to be a wizard. He picked up each new spell quicker and quicker, and before too long, he would be able to \ncast a spell just by watching another cast it. \n\nThis would lead the prodigal wizard on a quest for ultimate knowledge. Traveling to all corners of the realm,\nlearning every scrap of magic he came across, Hadrien was determined to unravel the secrets of existence. To help\nhim further the cause, he established a small coven of wizards and called them the Order of the Secret Fire."}
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{"id": "eccaa4cb-37fb-43eb-8e23-1081ad000f19-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:33:58.571", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ1nnCKytsSRXvAfrCrGUraB6MZ8Z8WSvWLBncu84hYaX", "txHash": "0xe03330495a03750d59093ebf8bbece13153750e0c08bdb01a2c01a7c18523ed0", "createdAtBlock": 14936250, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5719, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cleric Maia of the River", "text": "# Cleric Maia of the River\n\n\"Rakali!! Get back here!!\" Maia yelled, as she took off after the adorable little water rat. The very same little rodent who had gotten into the cheese stores and got her in trouble just earlier that week.\n\n\"The nuns will be so mad, Rakali, please come back!!\" Maia pleaded, half-heartedly, knowing the battle was already lost. She \ncontinued to sprint after the water rat as hard as she could. Normally he'd only run a few feet from monastary's walls, but\ntoday was different. Oh, today was very different indeed.\n\nEventually, Rakali slowed down and allowed Maia to catch back up, but not before he lead her far away from the monastery and\nthe lands surrounding. Maia didn't even realize it had gotten dark until she finally picked up the little troublemaker. \n\n\"Whatever will I do wit-\" Maia's words stopped suddenly as she raised a single finger to cover Rakali's little rat mouth. \nUntil now, she hadn't noticed, but she had managed to stumble into a hellcat's feeding ground, and the hellcats were not very\nhappy to see her.\n\nNot only did Maia and Rakali find a hellcat feeding area, but they found the whole den. Unfortunately for Maia, the hellcats\nwere very, very hungry. Fortunately, however, it had just been pouring rain and there were plenty of puddles everywhere!\n\nNow, the reason this is exciting is because Maia is a practicing cleric of the river. She is one of a few unique mages who can\nnaturally command the element of water with almost no training needed. Though definitely not the best of her kind, Maia's \nquick wit allowed her to defuse the situation very quickly."}
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{"id": "deee2f90-192b-4797-bf49-63c7d5d6d69c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:37.425", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXq3jkMjYU7S12BUm5rbBZ4J1ZQTSdhpPpA9A6xjBPRmX", "txHash": "0xf50949d76d728cb8314e321ed6b99cb22170e6549302ac1aeb40da5eb819b173", "createdAtBlock": 13526767, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2399, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Aleister from the Abyss", "text": "Aleister was always looking to change the World for the better, making it a bit more comfortable and a good place to be for everyone. After a long time of planning and consideration, he decided that Hope and Belief in Wonder are ever-scarce resourcesand that, in general, anything he works on should be aimed at providing more of it. After long years of thinking, designing, debating his ideas with his friends and testing early concepts he arrived at the concept of giving away little presents for young children, to spark the belief that anything is possible. A one-time event wouldn't have done it, because children, as talented and optimistic as they are, tended to grow upand, growing up, most of them tended to lose that feeling of Wonder. So instead Aleister decided to set a periodic tradition of gifting little children and to make it permanent. He chose the end of the calendar season to have a robust reference point, which could sustain any cultural changes and was easy to communicate and spread among people. But the core idea was just the tip of the iceberg.\n\nThe Spell of Perpetual Childrens' Gifts Conjuring was a piece of cake, compared to building up the logistics of gift delivery and communicating the idea to all the nations, races and peoples all over the Infinite Metaverse.\n\nBuilding an organisation, rules, and systems to deliver and spread the idea of the End-Of-The-Season-Child-Gifts took eons of hard work and lots of help from friends and comrades. It was an operation that needed many different people, entities and creatures to work together, but in the end Aleister was pleased by the outcome that he and his team had reached.\n\nEvery young child would get a wonderful present, sparking their belief that anything is possible."}
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{"id": "bb33934b-9884-4682-ac95-259c1a942035-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:34:36.069", "backgroundColor": "#16291c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmf3zQPbLxtHUpkapAp6sJj1TJXh3zAEsXyHiwcLRqdY4n", "txHash": "0x9b926c93764c3924d2a9cdbcdba1146fdafc08752e14ea2e371d7e47ebe17e27", "createdAtBlock": 14952101, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13109, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Allan Ravager of the Coliseum", "text": "This morning it wasnt the exaggerating sleep routine of Allan that kept him in bed. A blue frog appeared next to his weaponry. Not only was it blue but it kept staring at him. Like it wanted to say something. And even more bizarre: **It started talking**\n\n*Allan. This might be a dream. But there is a good possibility that it is not. Either way, will you listen to me?* Our Warrior had no chance than to let that frog speak. Just because he was too stunned to say something on his own. *I had a dream that involved you. Mostly this is not a good sign but it seems like there is potential in your future story. Will you be a good guy or a bad guy I ask myself? But you are definitely **lazy**. But listen to me Allan. In your laziness lies an important strength. Within your laziness I see great...patience. You will escape this Coliseum because you have to meet some important people. But beware. Will it be your laziness or your inner Anger that will keep you moving? Great tragedys await you. Do you want to know what name they were chanting to you in my dream? The called you **Allan Ravager of the Coliseum**. I really hope you will make the right decisions. Well, in the end I am just a frog, wont you say? I think there is a match waiting for you. And now wake up.*\n\nOur Warrior tried to wake up. But he already was awake. Sitting in his bed and staring at his weaponry. But there was no frog. Was there a frog? Ravager of the Coliseum...Anger and Tragedy? Important people to meet...Even if it was just a dream. Nobody ever praised him before for his laziness."}
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{"id": "7096198e-00a4-4c46-9cd9-e5b90134caf4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:33.786", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNSqfe2Xrk8Dh2qbPpZxyHV6JNDMjUALNn3MYemsrBhS", "txHash": "0xe08e7eabfb3f0542260a8d934bf82023f2118524757bf89690f69bb0cd687f2c", "createdAtBlock": 14956806, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "# Adept Hadrien of The Rock \n\n \n\n### Adept Hadrien is usually an elusive wizard.\n\nNever interested in the formal promotion beyond an \"adept\", he enjoys the luxury of being a student wherever he goes.\n\nTravelling across the world, often by foot or hitchhiking, Hadrien visits all the major and minor scholarly towns, reading and writing all the way.\n\nParticularly fond of the world's more obscure and difficult to find forbidden and forgotten libraries, his travels have brought about an interesting story or two, which he has occasionally told late around a campfire when most have already dozed off to sleep. \n\nA true student of the arts, his readings span across the magical, alchemical, mythical and natural literature, making him a gentleman of most interesting nature. \n\nHe is not easily sought but is often around just when you need him. \n\nWhether it's to identify the crushed herb at the bottom of your grandfather's ancient pipe, to recite the correct incantation for a beach house morple moralem rite, or to reverse your nephew's mis-spell that has made Aunt Hera an angrily animated teapot - Adept Hadrien always appears to be in the right place at the right time.\n\nMany years on the road have brought him to be accustomed to solo travel, however, for short spans of time he can find himself helping an old friend for a week or two. \n\nConsulting on matters such as great beast egg retrieval, cursed temple exploration, and expeditions that are destined for distant lands, he'll often accompany the traveling party with his trusty companion, a white hare. \n\nSeemingly unnamed, he usually refers to this hare as 'old chap', 'mate', or _'cheeky b-stard'_.\n\n> Old Hadrien looked around.\n\n> \"Where are you now you cheeky b-stard?!\""}
{"id": "7096198e-00a4-4c46-9cd9-e5b90134caf4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:18:33.786", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdNSqfe2Xrk8Dh2qbPpZxyHV6JNDMjUALNn3MYemsrBhS", "txHash": "0xe08e7eabfb3f0542260a8d934bf82023f2118524757bf89690f69bb0cd687f2c", "createdAtBlock": 14956806, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> \"Where are you now you cheeky b-stard?!\"\n\n> Appearing in the doorway, the hare looked at him as if to say;\n\n> \"I'm the one who's been waiting for _you_, you old fart.\"\n\n> Shaking his head, Hadrien collected his belongings and followed the hare, who was now bouncing towards the hill and into the night...\n\n \n\n### Over the years, Hadrien has studied many tongues and faced many dangers. \n\nStreet-wise as well as book-smart, Hadrien is no stranger to the oddities and eccentricities of the world. His ability to understand many languages opens doors that others sometimes struggle to find. \n\nBartering at the thieves market of the Alchemists Archepelago he speaks in slang terms that command respect from the rogue and defected alchemists who are often shunned by the more esteemed for their unsavoury practices. \n\nOn another day, he can be found enjoying the fine cuisine of a Great Old One's Land Palace - exquisitely designed cliff caves that can face the brunt of brutal storms and are seldom visited by most land-dwellers. \n\nAlways on the move and never settled, one thing Hadrien can't do is stay in one place for very long. His friends can go for years without seeing him, receiving only the occasional letter to let them know that he'll need some ingredients sent out for an experimental concoction or for burning at an ancient ritual site. \n\n> An eccentric wizard to say the least, everybody loves Hadrien, but nobody really knows who he is...\n\n### To most, Hadrien is that old eccentric wizard with the white hare, who almost always has a book in hand.  \n\nAs helpful and cheerful as he appears, one gets the sense that Hadrien might also be lonely and it seems that he looks to avoid confrontation at all costs."}
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{"id": "9fadbf54-2518-4e06-98fa-bd80b13527cf-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:21.58", "backgroundColor": "#ac693a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTgJ2FmWt8DVrMxA7uVA8rVvjCfFU5KTaG466NWz6kxh", "txHash": "0xcdd6e9cda5d1e85e381cf34ac59e1b77f3b4e458d446653f5c5289cfef31331e", "createdAtBlock": 14985672, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 205, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Nassif of the Villa", "text": "The archmage of the kingdom of Villa, Nassif, was out on a quest in search\nof a fabled scroll that withheld powerful magic, making his way through narrowing\npathways inside a cave system. There was a prophecy that the kingdom would\ncome under threat by an inescapable maw of pure darkness, and the time that it\nwas said to begin drawing nearer. Nassif worried about how to defend the\nkingdom from such a force, unsure of what it even was that he was trying to train\nto defend against, but he knew that there was great power in magic.\n         This spell must have been powerful to have been locked away in a crypt.\nNassif said while he walked out of the caves and into an opening.\n         He walked up to a pyramid standing within the open room, drawing Nassifs\neye up to the top of it. There sat a scroll sitting atop two curved platforms when he\ngot up to it. Nassif looked around for any traps that were linked to the scroll while\nhe carefully pulled out a small scroll. He unraveled the scroll and double-checked\nwhat it was before he held ahold of it and muttered incantations.\n         The paper suddenly flashed before it erupted out of his hands and scattered\naround the room. Several hidden traps began glowing with a faint light-green aura\nbut none were connected to the scroll itself. Nassif placed his hand on the scroll\nbut the moment he touched the paper, the warmth of his hand activated the spell\ninstead, causing an explosion that created an orb of white energy. Horrifyingly, the\nspell inverted and began drawing things into it and grew a slight amount each time\nsomething was pulled in.\n         Nassifs eyes widened while he rummaged through his scrolls but the only\nthing he could think of was his staff. It could contain the spell. He hoped that the"}
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{"id": "9fadbf54-2518-4e06-98fa-bd80b13527cf-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:21.58", "backgroundColor": "#ac693a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTgJ2FmWt8DVrMxA7uVA8rVvjCfFU5KTaG466NWz6kxh", "txHash": "0xcdd6e9cda5d1e85e381cf34ac59e1b77f3b4e458d446653f5c5289cfef31331e", "createdAtBlock": 14985672, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 205, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Nassif of the Villa", "text": "No! Nassif said, angrily glaring at the strange dark sphere before he began\ntaking peeks behind him towards the cave system, I had it!\n         The mage ran into the network of caves and made his way through quite\nquickly knowing where he had come from allowing him to get back outside far\nfaster than it took him to get to the pyramid. Every step he took Nassif knew that\nthe dark sphere was growing and worried about how large it would get by the time\nhe got back. Knowing this, Nassif ran as fast as he could back to the kingdom of\nVilla. Nassif feared the dark sphere would grow large enough to begin tearing into\nthe walls of the kingdom.\n         I was lucky to not have been drawn in by it. I fear what would become of\nsomebody should they be drawn in. Nassif thought while he ran into the kingdom\nand headed directly for the castle.\n         My king! Ive discovered a dark sphere in the caves not far. Its growing\nand I believe it to be the prophesized maw of darkness. Nassif said,\nunintentionally spreading nothing but terror through the royal court before Nassif\nnoticed the glow of the crystal adorning the top of his staff beginning to dim, But,\nthere is hope. I have managed to shrink it slightly before I ran out of scrolls to\nboost my power.\n         What would you need to contain this dark maw for good? King Mazar\nasked, very slightly tilting his head to the side, clearly intrigued by the proposition.\n         Nassifs crystal began shining brighter than it had before and it nearly made\nhim want to run back to the caves and try. Nassif picked out the best scrolls\ndirectly from the kings collection. Once he was set he headed off out of the castle"}
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{"id": "9fadbf54-2518-4e06-98fa-bd80b13527cf-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:21.58", "backgroundColor": "#ac693a", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWTgJ2FmWt8DVrMxA7uVA8rVvjCfFU5KTaG466NWz6kxh", "txHash": "0xcdd6e9cda5d1e85e381cf34ac59e1b77f3b4e458d446653f5c5289cfef31331e", "createdAtBlock": 14985672, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 205, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arch-Magician Nassif of the Villa", "text": "inwards, pulling whole trees and any animals unlucky enough to get too close until\nNassifs energy struck it as it immediately began working on creating a seal.\n         I was worried that you wouldnt grab enough. King Mazar said as he rode\nup beside Nassif before the king dropped a satchel full of scrolls beside the mage,\nThis thing was hidden within the caves?\n         Sort of. It was a scroll, but when I touched it, it became that. Nassif said\nwhile he took a momentary break from powering the containment spell to catch his\nbreath and quickly rummage through the spells King Mazar had brought, Aha!\nThese are great! How come these werent in your collection?\n         They were in my private collection, but I thought you could use them more\nthan I could. King Mazar replied, still staring out at the strange dark sphere\ndrawing everything it touched inside.\n         I need to shrink this at least some to show the people that its possible.\nNassif said before he began trying to shrink down the dark sphere.\n         Nassifs staffs crystal was shining, but it was wavering from dimming to\ngetting brighter. King Mazar looked at it and took off back for the kingdom while\nNassif continued using his spells to boost his energy. Nassif grimaced, hoping that\nthe maw of destruction wouldnt grow large enough and pull him in.\n         I never meant to be the one to unleash the prophecy. Nassif said to himself\nwhile he continued doing his best to contain the monstrous dark sphere threatening\nto engulf the kingdom.\n         King Mazar rode his trusty stead all the way back to the kingdom. King\nMazar ran up onto the public stage and watched alongside the crowd of onlooking\ncivilians as Nassifs magical energy slowly spread across the dark sphere."}
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{"id": "c61cb8e4-abed-4b7c-8ae5-b49f69a338f3-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:47.485", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYWGyvoTi9kKTzs4YdwCs8xQoJfPvKvktPKqrPYqB6Dif", "txHash": "0xf199a3b97ccc5c42e9f7605b4f3c7d8690b85f5f8a96d71ea9fb97718bc34b99", "createdAtBlock": 14998454, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4677, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Lorthar Nullifier of the Horde", "text": "# Act I\n\nStood on Cedric's neck, Lorthar suddenly had an epiphany. What if he didn't plunge the sword slowly through his foe's eye socket? What if he didn't raze the poor soul's village to the ground? What if let his foe rise to his feet? Maybe that would fill the black hole that sat squarely at the centre of his heart.\n\nUnfortunately for Cedric, the thought was quickly supplanted by lunch and he found his head rolling towards the now flaming inn, which ironically, was called the flaming inn.\n\nSo was all in a day's work for Lorthar and now awaited a pint of mead and a sandwich, onwards was the motto and onwards he would go."}
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{"id": "13789c64-05a9-4b7b-ab2f-158b5527231a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:33.523", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaidvbNNMG9sbHbHzdPiVS1nzeChFrvQkdN91qxareKFw", "txHash": "0xe0b69c92e03ada3221efcd167ddb1a357563a9e5a139c924e964f1f65fa274ff", "createdAtBlock": 14992423, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 11506, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nitro Contender of Tigers", "text": "# The Lore of Nitro Contender of Tigers \n\nNitro's affinity for MMA couldn't keep him out of the ring. But one day a hard hit to the head changed all his plans to be a champion fighter. \n\nAt the same time that he suffered that particularly brutal KO, he suddenly decided that his true adversaries were Tigers. His old friends just shook their heads - what had happened to their old friend? \n\nBut Nitro couldn't be dissuaded from searching for Tigers to fight. He went from town to town, looking for Tigers that could be up to no good. But on his travels, he began to hear about Tigrises that were believed to be at the center of a crime ring. This could be the battle that he was meant to fight. On his own he would have no chance. Foolhardy as he was in the ring, contending with this ring on his own is not the kind of punishment he would sign up for. Whether he can succeed in confronting these marauders depends entirely on the wizards and warriors he will meet on the way."}
{"id": "1cecd29c-cf12-4ca5-a235-ad1e6c6eb836-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.197", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmb7UBg5JLxKk6pEWWPGcM4Zu1JKVfHwobXQXx6e5Sz5L3", "txHash": "0x6a761d8b7f3da28469e62f25c3bf216554c980ce5fb6658b91afb916ffc0e078", "createdAtBlock": 14992797, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5090, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mack Charlatan of the Alley", "text": "# Hey! I'm Mack!  \n\nWizards and Warriors alike say I'm always stalking around in the alleys of Goblin Town, but they'll never understand, it's where I feel most comfortable.\n\nNo one knows them like I do.  \n\nIt would be unwise to challenge me whilst in them for my handy Tuck and I know how to end a challenge quickly.  \n\n# More Lore of Mack Charlatan of the Alley to come soon."}
{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "# Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm\n\n\nLife for Setsuko Suki had been anything but easy since she was a child. By the time she was 13, her mother had passed from a sickly disease that ravaged her village. Her father, a drunk, had abandoned her on their farm in the middle of the night. Suki learned from an early age that if anybody was going to take care of her, it would be herself.\n\nOver time, Suki would meet new people and take odd jobs to provide for herself. No job was too small, and few were big enough to scare her away. On one fall evening, while walking down a dirt path with her friend Marcellus Chopper of the Tower, they saw a frantic-looking Wizard that was running towards them.\n\nOnce he was close, he yelled out, Please, help me! I was just robbed of my staff! They are running off with it towards the barn down the road!\n\nSuki responded, What does it matter to us? Aren't you a powerful Wizard?\n\nThe wizard responded, You will be rewarded, please hurry! Meet me at my tower when you have it!\n\nIt didn't take long for Suki and Marcellus to track down the Goblin who had stolen the staff. They followed his footprints into an old barn and found him cowering beneath some hay. With no ability to escape, the Goblin surrendered the staff, and the young heroes were able to return it to the Wizard. \n\nUpon receiving the staff, the Wizard presented the two warriors with two young jungle cats. I had planned on using these in my experiments, but they are now too old. Take them and be gone!\n\nThrough the Fall, over winter, and into Spring, Suki would train her new jungle cat Bagheera to become her hunting companion. They had grown very close over that time and had learned to trust each other."}
{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "One afternoon while training out on the farm's field, the Wizard who had his staff stolen the year before approached Suki and Bagheera. \n\nSince you were able to retrieve my staff from that nasty Goblin, I have a new job for you. It is very dangerous, and I will pay good money upon its completion. I will give you the details you need to know, but you are forbidden from looking inside the box that contains the items.\n\nWhere is this box? asked Suki.\n\nSnarling, the Wizard replied, You will find the box in a caravan leaving the Blue Wizard Bastion and heading towards Alessars Keep within a week. The caravan will follow the road through The Wild. It will be guarded by Mage and Warrior. I must get the contents inside. My latest experiment depends on it!\n\nSuki thought for a minute before responding, I will need to hire additional hands to complete this task. The Guards will be a problem\n\nHire who you must but tell no one else. I will pay you half now, and the other half when you deliver the package. The Wizard threw a large sack of gold at Sukis feet and departed. \n\nLittle did the Wizard know, Suki already had a crew ready for a job like this. At the first sign of sunlight the next morning, Suki set off to gather her team. First, her childhood friend Marcellus Chopper of the Tower. Second, their mechanical friend Meteo Hero of Machines. And last, their unofficial drunk uncle Rothschild of Goblins. \n\nWith the party now assembled, these four heroes departed the village and headed to the outskirts of the Blue Wizard Bastion. They followed the road into The Wild, scouting for the right location to take the caravan by surprise."}
{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "They ventured deep into the forest along the path of The Carnival Pass and located the perfect spot. Tall, and lush trees to shield the ground from the sun above. Overhanging limbs intersecting trees from the other side high above. Knobby roots remained exposed, crossing the path. The caravan would be left in hazy darkness. Large boulders along the path would provide a vantage point for the party to attach from above. The stream nearby would create mud thick enough to make it difficult for the wagons to escape quickly. \n\nThe plan was coming together, but now it was just a matter of time for the caravan to arrive.\n\nEarly in the morning on the 5th day, Suki and Bagheera spotted the full caravan two miles from the ambush spot. There were eight guards in total, two riding ponies in front, and two in the back. \n\nThe first wagon carried its driver and three Mage with supplies in the back. The second wagon carried a single box behind the driver and his assistant. \n\nSuki and Bagheera rushed back to the party to ready them for action. The caravan was near, and anticipation was in the air.\n\nMarcellus, Meteo, and Rothschild all readied themselves in their positions. The forest went quiet. \n\nThe faint clopping of the ponies' hooves could be heard first. The loud stomping on stones and branches announced the caravan's arrival. Getting closer, Suki waited for the signal from Marcellus. \n\nOnce the first pair of Warriors passed, Suki would jump down from a tall boulder onto the first wagon, take out the driver and pull on the wagon's brakes, locking them in place. This would create a barricade between the first riders and the rest of the caravan. It would also prevent the second wagon from running forward and escaping."}
{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "Meteo and Rothschild would take out the riders in the back and stop anybody from running in the direction they came. The group would then push inward and eliminate everybody else.\n\nSuki and Marcellus locked eyes. They watched the first riders pass together, and Marcellus gave the signal. A loud blow horn blew, and the caravan froze in fear. Suki jumped down and sliced into the first wagons driver. He fell out of the wagon onto the dirt and was left to bleed out. The horses of the front riders were spooked. Bucking their riders off their backs, but tangling their feet in the saddle straps, they ran as fast as they could from the rest of the group with the riders dragging behind.\n\nMeteo and Rothschild emerged from a fallen tree trunk that was next to the path. Lunging up from the ground, they grabbed the riders in the back and pulled them off the ponies' backs. Their steeds went running and never returned. \n\nThe four guards on foot were caught by surprise and gathered into a group, facing back to back. Meteo and Rothschild had tied a rope around both of their waists and ran around the outside of this group. After running full circles, the rope ran out of slack and was now being pulled tight against the guards. The rope dug into the exposed areas under the stomachs and started to choke the men. \n\nMarcellus ran to the second wagons driver and ripped him out of his seat. He fell to the ground and lay flat in the mud gasping for air. One of the ponies pulling the cart reared up, letting out a loud neigh in fear. Coming down, its hooves landed on the driver, caving in his chest."}
{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "The wizards in the first wagon stood up to cast their spells, but Suki was already there. She carved through the first wizard and sidestepped them to get to the second. Lunging forward, she hit her mark in the middle of his chest. She spun around to locate the last Wizard but couldn't find her. In the fray, it appeared as though the last Wizard escaped.\n\nSuki called out to the others, Do you see the third Wizard?! She's not in the Wagon!\n\nSuddenly, emerging atop the large boulder that Suki had dropped down from, the third Wizard announced her position and began to conjure magic. Before she uttered the last part of his spell, Bagheera lunged from a lower position and latched onto her arm! The two tumbled to the ground, where the Wizard let out her last gasp and then went silent.\n\nThe skirmish was over. \n\nMeteo and Rothschild began rummaging through the pockets of the slain caravan members, all loot was up for grabs! Armor, equipment, food, and coin would be split amongst the party, but unique items were the spoils to its finder.\n\nSuki and Marcellus walked to the second wagon to inspect the cargo. They didn't hear anything at first, but after looking closer could hear muffled noises coming from inside.\n\nThey tried to look through the small holes that had been cut out near the top of the box, but there wasn't enough light to see what was inside. Suki noticed a small divide in the plants on top and pulled one of the divided boards to the side. \n\nWhat she saw caused her to gasp. In the darkness of that box, two sets of scared eyes looked back at her."}
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{"id": "5ce229c0-40d4-4ef0-911c-acc6a46ec54d-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:34.893", "backgroundColor": "#010c00", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXbWkxEJiXUu6z4rTvyYrAJxdYCd7dXZ8QMJnSBQKM7Gb", "txHash": "0x5e31628f7caa0ee6a1d56ce0759dc63a9ad6099fb5e51e3f22abcfd05b64ce76", "createdAtBlock": 14993169, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2821, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVLXk44orAh6QZ7gAuwXeA2iH3etXo1SSfeHsUqQoJqgz", "name": "Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm", "text": "They traveled for many hours into the night, stopping only briefly to eat and drink. Suki couldn't get her mind off one simple question: What should they do with these children?\n\nAfter putting a lot of distance between the party and the ambush spot, the group agreed to stop and rest. It had been a long night, and it would take time before anybody would know to start looking for the missing package.\n\nThey had slept for a few hours before Suki woke up and sat down next to a fire pit that had been made in the middle of the camp. She threw some branches and dried-up leaves into the mix and stoked the flame. It wasn't long before Marcellus walked over and sat next to Suki.\n\nSuki spoke first, We can't take these children to the Wizard who knows what he plans to do with them.\n\nAgreed, said Marcellus. But what will we do with them?\n\nThey sat in silence for a few minutes before Suki responded. Who knows what will happen if we take them to somebody What I do know is that if they are with me, they will be safe.\n\nBy this time, Meteo and Rothschild had woken up and made their way to the fire pit. Suki shared her plan of keeping the children, and neither of them contested it. Next, they needed to decide what to do with the Wizard.\n\nThey spent the next few hours discussing and coming up with a plan.  Though exhausted from the day before, the party packed up camp and headed back to Sukis Village and the Wizards Tower.\n\nThey arrived at the Village after midday. Suki took the boys to her farmhouse and secured them inside. They found a box big enough and headed to the tower.\n\nThe plan was simple: Rothschild would hide in the box, and after the wizard brought it inside, Rothschild would pop up and jab the Wizard in the heart."}
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{"id": "f866dfb8-d87d-484f-83a8-b3d3a1cd05de-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:39.652", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNUJB5he8SoWdikJjJjTQaGK39harYwtGzxjv3dpmYPb6", "txHash": "0x191d7aaea4e1c343b88cfb99d5da58f5ac53280b5c4a8045be7f19f448ae9db1", "createdAtBlock": 14994619, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12091, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Jimbo Horror of the Back Alley", "text": "# The Lore of Jimbo Horror of the Back Alley\n\nThe good and proper denizens of the Runiverse would never set foot in the Alley. The Alley is full of shady characters and one is likely to get swindled or robbed. Yes, the alley has all kinds of offerings unavailable on the open market, but one might just lose more than they gain.\n\nThat is the Alley. The shady characters of the Alley don't dare to venture into the Back Alley unless they have no other choice. The Back Alley has horrors that are inconceivable to anyone who has not lost their mind. And Jimbo is one of those horrors.\n\nChainsaw in hand, Jimbo's mission is to terrorize anyone who he feels doesn't belong in the back alley. Playing the part of vigilante, Jimmy fashions himself a balancer, keeping the Back Alley the way it's supposed to be. But remember, Jimmy has lost his mind. A rational observer would just see someone who at times randomly attacks passersby and at other times glares menacingly and unflinchingly. He is a warrior with a mission, but one which is inscrutable to anyone else."}
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{"id": "2046eac7-51a6-4279-8f9a-91864d7e39cd-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:41.387", "backgroundColor": "#2f0101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNuo8vNrPfdYt6gjWFtRU73V2fkdAYci8AhXU6ZpGAkoV", "txHash": "0x3f54935494515b23befc1ac25f8854c93067267304f683874b494f1ae19654bb", "createdAtBlock": 13527194, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon", "text": "# Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon\n\n# Prologue\n\n> _I have yet to be successful of convincing the High Council of their folly. They are much too self-absorbed, self-righteous, overly confident, not to mention over-committed, to listen to any form of reason; They remain steadfast and refuse to change course. This close to their goal, to finally have the power to contest with even the brightest and strongest Wizards, I do not wholly place the blame at their feet. I am at an impasse, and I fear should I fail now, the world we built will surely fail with me._\n> \n> _As the age old saying goes, the more colossal the construct, the mightier the downfall. Far beyond my wildest imaginings have we progressed, crafting marvels beyond belief, this so-called Technology escalating at a parabolic pace, but the potential for disaster looms. Yet power corrupts, much like the Void, and once it sinks its talons deep, forever trapped one may remain._\n> \n> _Will they forgive us, I wonder as I gaze up at a sky full of lights - unnaturally full of lights - those who will come after, the few who survive what is surely coming? What of their children, should they be able to bear any? In that regard, our only hope - a frail thing at best - would be destruction so compete, so absolute, that generations from now ignorance, and bliss, shall absolve us of our sins._\n>\n> _Im getting desperate, and we grow ever short on time, however we may yet prevail. Have you managed to reach an accord with The Others? The hour grows dire and at this junction we are nearly out of options. Perhaps it is the only way._\n> \n> _Until we meet again, give not in to despair, we must endeavor to save the world._\n>"}
{"id": "2046eac7-51a6-4279-8f9a-91864d7e39cd-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:41.387", "backgroundColor": "#2f0101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNuo8vNrPfdYt6gjWFtRU73V2fkdAYci8AhXU6ZpGAkoV", "txHash": "0x3f54935494515b23befc1ac25f8854c93067267304f683874b494f1ae19654bb", "createdAtBlock": 13527194, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon", "text": "> Origin redacted\n>\n> _Ancient Letters from the Resistance_\n\n\n\n\nProximity alarms blaring, Voidoth immediately snapped out of his reverie. Ordinarily not one prone to maudlin, he had been unable to avoid the temptation of indulging in retrospection. With the hour pregnant with purpose, the culmination of carefully plans laid with such meticulous care nearing fruition, his mind had journeyed again to a time that very few alive today would remember or have even heard of. Nor was he a man of conscience, yet still to reminiscence had he gone; back to the origin, whence events eventually had led to this fortuitous place, to this very moment, where they had shaped the future forever.\n\nAs he powered down his augmented senses, slowly rising from his crouch deep in the mists, Voidoths vision returned to normal - and the approaching figure, but a moment ago blazing like the brightest star, appeared once again merely as a robed and hooded figure mundane. Better safe than sore had ever been his modus operandi, every tangent of tantalizing opportunity calculated, and this was no time to stray from his undying attenuated path. \n\nDr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, Voidoth said to the skeletal figure before him. It would surely have been a sight for sore eyes had he still been encumbered by such mortal flaws, however his old friends presence  after near an age apart  split his irradiant skull into a grim grin.\n\nVoidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? Dr. Death asked coming to a halt in front of him. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline."}
{"id": "2046eac7-51a6-4279-8f9a-91864d7e39cd-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T08:29:41.387", "backgroundColor": "#2f0101", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNuo8vNrPfdYt6gjWFtRU73V2fkdAYci8AhXU6ZpGAkoV", "txHash": "0x3f54935494515b23befc1ac25f8854c93067267304f683874b494f1ae19654bb", "createdAtBlock": 13527194, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2372, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon", "text": "Suppressing a chuckle at his companions eternal sense of decorum, Voidoth allowed a trickle of his imposing magic filter into his lunar staff, casting the mists around them in an eerie glow. Ah, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part.  All we need is simply to Burn, he replied.\n\nWe already died once, you know, Death commented.\n\nOh, how they had died. Glorious deaths, a necessity in becoming that which they must, a price scant few were willing to pay. Then again, most were unaware of the great potential for power in surrendering your mortality. And the pain, the excruciating, yet transient, agony. Indeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said drawing deep on the arcane, his robes flaring, the Sacred Flame manifesting.\n\nHis stoic friend simultaneously initiated his own ritual, his massive golden scythes wailing song enveloping them, flavored with Earth, focused by will, adding a second hungry crimson flame. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.\n\nOh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards twin scarlet sources of dark magic.\n\nAfter you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow."}
{"id": "c849cf0d-41ea-4eaa-8c3e-5b2b759afada-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:16.995", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVnXbFPjJM86Ug9ZZMABUW5Jk68FTvTBZXDnzW9JJy497", "txHash": "0x7619446d71e941e19c95e418b391107a26edd89ba55a6cf3739db0eb58aa2faf", "createdAtBlock": 15068631, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3793, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Cadmus Executor of Zero", "text": "# Cadmus Executor of Zero\n\nWise wizards know better than to try dividing by zero. But Cadmus is no wizard. He tried. In fact, he is the oly known entity in the Runiverse who dared to divide by zero and lived to tell the tale. \n\nAt least, the important parts of him survived. His body and most of his face disintegrated in the violent outburst of antimatter that followed. Luckily his brain remained unscathed and he was saved quickly enough for the rest of him to be replaced by mechanical parts. \n\nThe onyx panther that follows him is a sentient creature actually formed by outburst of antimatter after the zero division incident.\n\nCadmus doesn't plan to divide by zero again anytime soon, but he is not afraid to threaten his enemies with such prospect. And they are usually smart enough to not push him to it."}
{"id": "e075362c-ee27-4488-8e4d-fec4b4fa3940-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-19T10:12:36.185", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQPNUv1yciVd2xrTLsD5j3ECfm4WdYRevxe9fznraHQLy", "txHash": "0xe270f7407e80367fe9350bcf775ef3d66fbbfbe8a3a4b8984767d6b6e99ca101", "createdAtBlock": 15172462, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12482, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Naberius of Light", "text": "# Torturin' Ain't Easy\n\nLook, he's not proud of his profession. But not every warrior gets asked to join a fancy guild or finds fame of the dragonslaying sort. Naberius had to settle.\n\nSo he answered a \"Help Wanted\" ad in the local newspaper and found employment as a man who makes others confess.\n\nIt was excruciating... for Naberius, that is. He doesn't like stretching people out on the rack, or holding flames under their feet. It's just not his vibe, man! Not to mention, it really stresses out his pet hog, Chonky Boi.\n\nOver time, Naberius found methods more suited to his temperament that still got results. Incessant tickling, for example, is very effective. So are a litany of unending dad jokes. You have to be creative, but sometimes the pun is mightier than the sword.\n\nInformally, he came to be known as a Master of his craft:\n\nNABERIUS OF LIGHT DISCOMFORT"}
{"id": "2530ed98-6b5f-4a71-a8fa-99c784120859-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:41.171", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSrsFhv1R4mqVE5vLtWh9cfAPET6itqhzdeutokciyLBt", "txHash": "0x59c9b0fe7e8aa80ab1b9eb122f955707a003f5d319bde9986b7d606ccf11c763", "createdAtBlock": 14995648, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 463, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sprite the Dependable", "text": "# The Pearl Pony with a Rune of Fire\n\nMama tried to raise the pony right, for one day he'd have to go out into the world alone.\n\nCherry the Average and her foal, Sprite, lived on a peaceful farm near the Fey. As horses go, Cherry the Average was exceedingly average. She'd never been called upon to do much of anything in life. The only thing of importance to her was to raise Sprite right. As a mama, she tried to keep him out of trouble, and, for the most part, she did.\n\nFrom time to time, those pompous knights in their shining armor would stop at the farm seeking respite from this war or that war. They always moved on and never took much interest in Cherry or Sprite. She was not a warhorse and Sprite was a pony. But that's the thing about ponies - they grow.\n\nThe knight, Ser Veepo he was called, had arrived the night before on foot. Now that was a sight to see - all clings and clangs. Not nearly as regal as when mounted. The moment the knight laid eyes on Sprite, the laughter turned to ash in her mouth, she knew. He would take her baby...\n\nMama tried to raise the pony right, for one day he'd have to go out into the world...but not alone."}
{"id": "00ed8d2e-47a0-4b96-b016-6252260606e6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:41.883", "backgroundColor": "#325fff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNSD8aTmTmSCcHyCpEo2yQDTWZmSwiaGEJUTqk1F7a4de", "txHash": "0xa4631f70144a23c998fb7180117f498d11c592951fc6de03f9af2d0cdb6878d8", "createdAtBlock": 14995998, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12431, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Neon Protector of Magic", "text": "# Neon felt\n_Why, if it weren't for this 'internal illumination' the world would be nothing but a pile of dirt!\n Albert Einstein_\n\nNeon was created by a powerful wizard to be the perfect Protector of Magic. The wizard imbued Neon with powerful magic spells and enchantments, making him incredibly powerful. However, unknown to Neon was the nature of his wizard creator, and that nature was dark as the moonless night and his magic as black as the wizard's heart. \n\nOn such a a moonless night the wizard committed his gravest and last error of judgement - he disrespected @wizard950. On a bridge on the way to The Tavern they crossed paths. The wizard, in his foolishness, did not give Ixar right of first passage, even though age difference and wizard code demanded it.\nIxar was forced to obliterate the wizard for there is no room in this world for such insults between sorcerers. Neon leapt to defend his creator and was badly damaged. The wizard was now a pile of ashes and Neon a collection of parts more scattered than whole.\n\nAs he walked away Ixar heard the laments of the trusty warrior robot. Neon's heart cried out, not for himself, but for the demise of his maker \"beep-booooop, beep-boop..\" sad and scared, like a kitten separated from his litter and mother. So @wizard950 took pity on him, for a creature that suffers for others and cannot tell evil from good must contain something noble, something life-worthy. Ixar worked a regenerative spell and now Neon was mended!\n\nNow whole again he asked to join Ixar and in gratitude be his servant and side-kick. \n\nHis request was denied:"}
{"id": "00ed8d2e-47a0-4b96-b016-6252260606e6-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:41.883", "backgroundColor": "#325fff", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNSD8aTmTmSCcHyCpEo2yQDTWZmSwiaGEJUTqk1F7a4de", "txHash": "0xa4631f70144a23c998fb7180117f498d11c592951fc6de03f9af2d0cdb6878d8", "createdAtBlock": 14995998, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12431, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Neon Protector of Magic", "text": "His request was denied: \n\n@wizard950 -_You, Neon, have a noble gentle soul. It shines so bright, even through that cold metal body, that it would be a crime to pledge it to anyone's shadow! Find your own place in this crazy world, be your own warrior._\n\n@warrior12431 -_But what of my purpose, i am a Protector of Magic. What magic will i protect if i am to be alone. I am scared and confused, nothing to guide me and nothing for me to guide._\n\nAgain Ixar's heart was softened by Neon's innocent and sensitive nature. So he conjured him a Robo Dog companion and named it _Magic_. \n\n@wizard950 -_Little Magic over here looks like he needs some protection. If you learn to care for and protect the tinniest sentient creature half the work is already done and the world, and Magic too, is in good hands._\n\nAnd as their paths diverged \"beep-boop! beep-boop!\" the forest echoed, now joyful and loud."}
{"id": "15622a6f-6ec4-4698-9339-9a4a16fba2fa-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:43.589", "backgroundColor": "#451962", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSdDckEk5ESabcjWeJe27tn3asR85rZwMpmeoHM3pFHR1", "txHash": "0x7f64c9c7d10379c663094eedb3c63e7430bd8d8964ae8bb91729f4b1448f209c", "createdAtBlock": 14997671, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2059, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmW5bSvWFH9D7ayf2AettMEU8TNW4e7PKo6EB5BmpVt667", "name": "Felix Broiler of Brigands", "text": "## Felix Broiler of Brigands\n\n> Felix Broiler of Brigands\n> *by REDWRITER*\n\nFelix just might be the raddest street cook youll ever find in Calistas Citadel. Cooking from his cart, you can find him with your nose. \n\nHis specialty is goblin steak and mushroom pies that he broils with his trusty flame thrower. The flavors are said to be both savory and psychedelic, leaving you with an out of this world experience.\n\nHe not only serves up pristine cuisine. With the help of his trusty hound, he cleans up crime in the forests and mountains alike. Just dont ask what he does with the bodies, or whats in the mystery pie delight. \n\n\n# Where to Find Felix\n\nIf you want to find @warrior2059 just sniff him out in Calista's Citadel. His only foe who has escaped his flame is @warrior2058.\n\nFor more creative content visit www.redwriter.org."}
{"id": "09003dfe-2a11-4018-85ee-007a953bf8e5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-29T06:16:44.014", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbQcrwi6KbGpiNeBKdTCYqbw5ntwTY41EBzTF4LqbWGhK", "txHash": "0xaf4c2549ceadd6a2a00f86b51cd36074c5be571943f4692aa3f826ba697f60a8", "createdAtBlock": 15235716, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 924, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rothschild Sword of Mount Titan", "text": "# The Great Contender \n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d5K7TJu3i8\n\n(An ode to @warrior923)\n\nOh-oh, yes, I'm the Great Contender\n\nContending in my helmet shell\n\nMy need is such I contend too much\n\nI'm lonely, but no one can tell\n\nOh-oh, yes, I'm the Great Contender\n\nEach lift of my sword slices bone\n\nI've garnered fame but its I that am maimed\n\nYou've left me to cleave all alone\n\nToo real are these shivers without shirt sleeves\n\nToo real are these pecs my singlet can't conceal\n\nYes, I'm the Great Contender\n\nNot laughin', just gay, with a frown\n\nI seem to be what I'm not, you see\n\nI wear my helmet like a crown\n\nContending in hopes youll be found\n\nToo real are these shivers without shirt sleeves\n\nToo real are these pecs my singlet can't conceal\n\nYes, I'm the Great Contender\n\nNot laughin', just gay, got it clown??\n\nI seem to be what I'm not, you see\n\nI wear my helmet like a crown\n\nContending in hopes youll be found (youll be found)"}
{"id": "c2c24028-93cb-4a62-8b49-5d5a35afc06d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:44.468", "backgroundColor": "#432c19", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbqwepVtKhLRFy8xX1YvzwxMUR8C48234UsBkMmWzrsf7", "txHash": "0x085ebd24826116d73c9edd9d561dfc53c6c819d0a845cfacdc347b7a50f7331e", "createdAtBlock": 14997807, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2058, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSVMtTeLVx8kBgxnhHyhvMTJrMMdLkoy6cLGTK51sdGrg", "name": "Warden Champion of Thieves", "text": "# Warden Champion of Thieves\n\n> Warden Champion of Thieves\n> *by REDWRITER*\n\nTravelers beware! Outside of the walls of your havens and halls lurks the most cunning Warrior yet. \n\nWarden earned his title of Champion of Thieves through no mere jolly feat. For Wizards finding themselves weary and weak on their way to Kolbolds Crossroad, you must stay armed when passing through wood and wild. \n\nLurking beyond the wood may await Warden in his bear head hood. No Wizard or Warrior has yet to meet the end of his tuck and not leave without being stuck. \n\nIf encountered, its advised to meet his price demands. For he is known to turn violent, if you try to cheap him from the coin in your hand.  \n\n# Where to Find Warden\n\nYou may not want to find @warrior2050. To stay clear, arm yourself along Hedge Wizard Wood, if heading West. Warden's brother @warrior10703 is a much nobler warrior. \n\nFor more creative content visit www.redwriter.org."}
{"id": "24a32050-fa65-4d7f-9528-8bdc79d495c8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:45.17", "backgroundColor": "#127567", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQXCCjMW6cigeXw4HqKL3hEWRVM1Kf5fBPgrqQz7KzZfT", "txHash": "0xe6ca8014b06d0f573cd04daafc8b5b535ceee3704e6a79a5b602ad2c88174db6", "createdAtBlock": 14997835, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10703, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmUDYt5rUH8VyJ3jVDnPV5hV5P47RpqGDg9EyevZYNGPqE", "name": "Rudolph Impaler of the Sun", "text": "# Rudolph Impaler of the Sun\n\n> Rudolph Impaler of the Sun\n> *by REDWRITER*\n\nHired as a mercenary warrior and protector of Atlantas Pool, Rudolph Impaler of the Sun keeps his gaze on The Sands. No beast born of the brimstone and sun emblazed sea of sand will ever stand a chance against the might of his trident. Said to have once impaled the sun out of smite, Rudolph strikes all creatures of flame down. \n\nSo, if you find yourself in need of some R&R at Atlantas Pool, you may rest assured that Rudolph will have your back. \n\n# Where to Find Rudolph\n\nYou can find @warrior10703 chilling at Atlanta's Pool where he is currently standing guard against beast of the brimstone. It is there that he is currently getting over his ex @warrior10702.\n\nFor more creative content visit www.redwriter.org."}
{"id": "89f5a6f0-b276-4366-bc15-d2821d5a19d7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:46.063", "backgroundColor": "#0f1f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWqn7jF73BkQeVL9DRiybPtA3z68pSDGHrRJvrcBLVc4C", "txHash": "0xd6ef517d1c8640cffea33ec197c710e509a7d6a0f9aed4f4a57e10da81a0cac0", "createdAtBlock": 14997874, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 14443, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Werner of the North", "text": "# The Lore of Werner of the North\n\nWerner of the North is a South sider. Or is he? Being the compulsive liar that he is, no one can really know whether anything he says is true. Add to that the fact that he is always drunk, and it's impossible to know whether one can even be angry with him for lying.\n\nBut it's impossible to deny that Werner has some ability as a warrior. He wouldn't have been able to obtain Goblin beer without it. Same goes for his Skylord Plate Armor. Maybe he stole them? But even that would require some serious skill. \n\nWhatever it is, the one thing Werner does not have is purpose. His mission is to get what he wants at any price and that is all. Brute that he is, he has little chance of appreciating the finer things in life. It would take an act of sorcery to make him change his ways."}
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{"id": "1d073da6-ee2c-4dcf-b171-773aed9b6f37-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:50.072", "backgroundColor": "#cbb4db", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmafaVbM9mkKWedoniY5o4HmYRjs1MJyzUbzbAc1BPYeCG", "txHash": "0x2e3cf20c2f85f18000143bd2a915a22156c0bdaaeb9f236c605a8ec27fd35607", "createdAtBlock": 14999112, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9023, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Astrid of the Heath", "text": "# Druid Astrid and Her Pixie Pigs\n\nA long time ago, in a land far away\n\nDeep in the woods, a place known as The Fey\n\nStrange things were about, if one would be still, Sit under a tree, just listen until...\n\nThe silence gives way, the forest awakens The flutter of wings, or am I mistaken\n\nThen laughter arises, from who, you know not, A bone chilling sound, this really is fraught.\n\nSeveral, no dozens, no hundreds of wings! Flutter and whirl what are these strange things?\n\nThe commotion gets closer, the laughter, the wings All signs say to flee, but paralysis wins\n\nA figure emerges, a terrible...deer? Gentle and dainty, its nothing to fear!\n\nShe sniffs the air gently, her hooves paw the dirt, Her eyes are all knowing, shes strangely alert\n\nAnd then in an instant, the deer she alights, A blinding white flame, a baffling sight\n\nBehold just as quick, the flame is retracted\n\nAnd there in its place stands tall the Druid Astrid\n\nDripping with sass, quirky in dress,\n\nHer wizard hat pointy, her form curvy no less\n\nShe holds out her hands, as if to catch rain And the flutter of wings gets louder again\n\nHundreds of fairies, tiny with wings Fly all about her, adorable things\nSome land in her palm, others her shoulder,\n\nSome tickle her cheeks, dome dive and swerve past her\n\nSmiling and laughing, what once seemed so scary, Is not that at all, its really quite merry\n\nHer fairies surround her, they bring her much joy, She knows each by name - each girl and each boy\n\n**Mafoosal** the Hairy,\n\n**Blenda** the Shy\n\n**Winky** the Plump,\n\n...and many more fill the sky"}
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{"id": "fb4c32d4-40c9-4b75-ae27-9b4a565fc8b0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:51.542", "backgroundColor": "#3b0402", "index": 7, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUALNGCDtffdt9ZV4t2aVg9Ew59bJJsiG4bYxn7narWk1", "txHash": "0xd77282dc7215f49031f1ea862c5b3da3a4f44b67054b15ff7313f3e5ab810c5f", "createdAtBlock": 15000484, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4733, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice", "text": "# Just a MOVE  \n  \nWhat is Love  \nif not a cove.  \n   \nWhat is life,  \noh sharp knife.  \n  \nTake me steady, embrace me wild,  \nI won't be ready, is that so mild?  \n  \nNo one ever has to hear,  \nI won't make it a show,  \nlisten to me, have no fear!  \n\nYou see full,  \nI see empty,  \ncharge my bull,  \nI will take Twenty."}
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{"id": "dd6480fb-9c7a-4e3b-b431-b47d5e7c3f8d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:55.395", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmVbwPRdHcdTQdBUibXkX7uUtAdCxrWc1XGR2JBAdM1DLC", "txHash": "0x24a7bb0ddc4911f35d4ad458b2993fb91c907a1c266271ad22114a0542af63bd", "createdAtBlock": 15004088, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 19, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rachel Clobberer of all that is Holy", "text": "Chapter 1 \n\nThe smell of the briney sea wafted by as Rachel and Bartholomeow wandered the beach\nlooking for their next meal.\n\n\"Now, I know what you're thinking Mr. Meow...and I agree. This is terrible! First the storm and then that kraken?? UGH!\" Rachel said, as Bartholomeow chirped in agreement.\n\nThe two had been wandering the beach for some time now, as their little sailboat had\nnot survived the storm and subsequent leviathan attack. They really were lucky to have drifted to land at some point, but just a little. \n\nThe island they washed up on was a very small, sparse island with only a couple of trees for shelter from the sun. There were, however, an abundance of fish and crab in the shoreline.\n\nRachel was once a fierce pirate captain known only as the Clobberer. This came from her\nviolent and liberal use of her bo staff (which, according to rumor, had come from a master monk who attempted to stop them from raiding a ship).\n\nBut those days...they're long gone. After her crew mutinied (she refused to kill a child during her last raid), she disappeared from the history books for a couple of years. \n\nDuring this time, she had gone back to one of the first towns she raided, and got a job working on the docks. It was on those very docks that she rescued her beautiful familiar, Bartholomeow the Northern Lynx from the bottom of a fish barrel.\n\nShe had just taken off on a small fishing trip when she had caught up in the storm, which just so happened to rile a sleeping kraken. This bring us to our current predicament!\n\nStranded on a small island, Rachel and her trusty sidekick are in quite a pickel, with no clear way out of trouble...\n\nChapter 2 coming soon"}
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{"id": "0e35c811-97bf-4000-b019-c065a5e904cc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:38.213", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWwxgy6XbQHBwL7WXpmcb3sGKC9cNd5BXuu2KasAMmcd5", "txHash": "0x406c1e61ac342d30ea4132e4d0982d492c0d9c9f85df9b84d33f2a76acca264a", "createdAtBlock": 15010043, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15200, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charles Savior of the South", "text": "# Charles The Generous and Brave Savior of the South\n\nMany years ago, long before you or I were born, the country was divided between two kings. The first king was ruler of the north, while the second king was ruler of the south. These two kings fought many battles over many years and countless soldiers lost their lives in such battles. The kings fought for glory, they fought in the name of honor, and they fought to increase their lands. Over the years, hundreds upon hundreds of men died on the battlefield, but still the kings continued to wage war upon one another.\n\nThere was a city that lay on the border between the north and the south of the lands. This city was beautiful and prosperous and so both kings were eager to rule over such a place. But the kings were wise enough to know that the wars between the north and the south could not continue  too many lives had been lost and too much money spent on war. And so they met one morning in the center of the beautiful city and devised a simple plan.\n\nI have the greatest warrior of them all in my army, said the king of the north. He is a captain and has won many battles. There is no man whom he cannot defeat.\n\nBut I know of a greater warrior, declared the king of the south. He is a simple man but he is brave and skilled in battle.\n\nThen we shall place these two men in combat, declared the king of the north, and in this way we shall see who will rule this city.\n\nAnd that is how it was decided. So while the king of the north secured the services of his undefeated captain, the king of the south asked the brave Charles if he would fight for the glory of his king.\n\nI will gladly fight for you, said Charles, but I must first complete my pilgrimage. When I return I will do battle with this captain and hope that I shall win the city for my king."}
{"id": "0e35c811-97bf-4000-b019-c065a5e904cc-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:38.213", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWwxgy6XbQHBwL7WXpmcb3sGKC9cNd5BXuu2KasAMmcd5", "txHash": "0x406c1e61ac342d30ea4132e4d0982d492c0d9c9f85df9b84d33f2a76acca264a", "createdAtBlock": 15010043, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 15200, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Charles Savior of the South", "text": "And so Charles tried to put the impending battle out of his mind and instead began on his holy pilgrimage.\nOn his travels, Charles came across a sickly leper who was begging by the side of the road. Despite his obvious hunger and desperate state, the people ignored the poor man and walked past him as if they did not know he existed. But Charles stopped and asked the man, Wont you please come with me to the inn and eat and rest?\nThe poor leper agreed and so Charles helped the man up onto his horse and led him to the inn in the next village. Once they were there, Charles and the leper ate from the same wooden plate, and later they slept in the same room.\n\nWhen nobody would even look at the leper, Charles was willing to share his food and the warmth of his bed with the stranger because he was not only a brave warrior but also a generous man who believed in helping others.\nIt was late in the night when Charles was sure he heard a wind blowing through the small room, a wind that seemed to penetrate his very heart; and on the wind he heard a soft voice:\nYou were kind to me, Charles, and so I bestow upon you a precious gift. Because you are brave and true of heart, none shall ever defeat you in battle.\n\nWhen Charles awoke the following morning, the leper was nowhere to be found, but the young warrior remembered the voice from the night before and he felt within him a new sense of determination.\nIt was not long before Charles completed his pilgrimage and traveled south to where his king waited anxiously for his return.\n\nDo you know that the people declare you to be the bravest and most daring of all men in the land? enquired the king as Charles entered the royal palace. I agree with the people, I know that you shall make us all proud today and win for us the last remaining city in these lands."}
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{"id": "6723254b-6098-424d-9608-756e05d7a373-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:56.745", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmejsgU2VoJQq93xPxKKVUQ2FnZK87WLLVi7NsGVfh7wZ7", "txHash": "0xa083b4a2a837dba6982f31c8f8e715e837cd36ea61b5a219af63302559e56e96", "createdAtBlock": 15004110, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Shaman Armstrong of the Sun", "text": "\"Well, now that I am here,\" she continued, \"there are a few things I would like to collect.  Things left behind.  Things that were\" she paused, \"sacrificed.\"\n\nShaman Armstrong stared blankly at her.\n\n\"Given that I know *where* I am, but not quite *when* I am, Ill need a guide.  Come along,\" and she walked out the door.\n\nShaman Armstrong followed behind as the tear in the fabric of space-time, still hanging in his living room, quietly mended itself."}
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{"id": "8adbdeb3-9494-4fbc-a7e5-c96da28370d5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:02.609", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNipmeKtN76mCydKeE6jThUnsU5shsARySY9GpaiN7xfi", "txHash": "0x431f2d5bfff1c52a39eaf7d26e3c8453bc253117b95705bacf73affde0121f0a", "createdAtBlock": 15025746, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3773, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Angus of the Wold", "text": "\"Aaaannnnggguusss, it's getting dark, time to come in\", shouted headmaster \nMatilda.  \"I told you to quit playing with those birds, you're gonna catch the \nblight one of these days, then what'll you do?\" Head hung low Angus trudged \nback to the orphanage he called home for the past 2 years, leaving behind his \n\"friends\" he had made that day.  The crows squaked violently in protest as \nAngus left them walking toward the setting sun that lead home. \"Sorry guys, \nI'll be back tomorrow\" Angus called back to his avian friends, \"or maybe \nsooner...\" he muttered under his breath to himself.\n\t\"Good, you're back.  Now finish your chores before you get dinner, go \non, hurry up.\" demanded Matilda.  \"Okay\" Angus said defeated and deflated. \nSince it was Wednesday it was his turn to clean the bathrooms, a job both \nfeared and hated at the orphanage.  As he was making his way to start he could \nhear the headmaster screaming at one of the other kids and Angus knew this was \nhis moment.  She was distracted enough that he had time to pack his essential \nitems from his room that he shared with a dozen others and make off into the \nfreshly darkened night.\n\tTaking his staff, which was really just an oak branch whittled down a \nbit, out of his bag Angus made his way back to where he had found those \nmysterious birds. \"huh, must've left for the night, oh well\"  conceded Angus \nas he sat on a tree stump deciding his next move. Looking up at the vast night sky"}
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{"id": "8adbdeb3-9494-4fbc-a7e5-c96da28370d5-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:02.609", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNipmeKtN76mCydKeE6jThUnsU5shsARySY9GpaiN7xfi", "txHash": "0x431f2d5bfff1c52a39eaf7d26e3c8453bc253117b95705bacf73affde0121f0a", "createdAtBlock": 15025746, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3773, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Angus of the Wold", "text": "by some irridescent blue light that seemed to be eminating from the depths of \nthe water. Suddenly the crow took flight for the first time on their journey up to the top part of the fountain.  The highest point of it looked to be at least 20 feet tall to Angus, and water shot out of the top and showered down into bottom pool. Approaching the base of the fountain something in Angus burned and before he knew he was kneeling down drinking from the fountain.  The blue water soaking into his body from the inside, he could feel something was different.  Almost like a new awareness, seeing things that were always there but never noticed.\n\tLooking around the cave Angus realized that there were now symbols etched into the walls of the cave glowing that same irridescent blue that the water had. Walking up to them he could feel different powers just by holding his hand up and syncing up with these mysterious symbols.  Some of the symbols he tried felt awkward or just plain wrong, while some were nice or maybe just non offensive.  Then finally there was one that felt like home.  In an instant when his hand was held up to that etching he felt a flowing in of energy and then out, like many pieces of metal in the furnace they were melded into one.  \n\tJust like that Angus' life would never be the same, the inner strength was found and he had a visual symbol of that.  Never to return what many would call a normal life Angus lived out much of his early life practically alone in the wilderness save for his animal friends and the occasional nomad traveler."}
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{"id": "5c5e68ab-36cc-4ad7-b924-72f74ae8cfbf-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:42.574", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQfiCXm8moD17TP9F3djWjvSWWfsHVtRjiLm4CR74fE97", "txHash": "0x865cce5209ec94092c57dcfc204e0de5c2a7bd4ec336d066e2f245754ed02d6f", "createdAtBlock": 15110524, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2644, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Sisk of the Fey", "text": "# In Search of the Flame\n\nIn the witching hours of a bitter autumn night, two mercenaries stumble behind a seemingly emotionless man holding a dimly lit torch in one hand and a cryptic map in the other. \"It's not fucking working,\" one mercenary lashes out in frustration. The man slowly comes to a halt - he lowers his head and places the map into his pocket as he turns around.\n\nThe two lock eyes as the mercenary continues, \"It hasn't worked yet, and it's not going to work. That senile old woman sold you a god damn, ordinary torch. If you think its embers and that worthless map are leading us to anything, you're just as demented as her. It's fucking freezing out here, we have no food, and we're three days away from the nearest town. You don't even have enough coin to pay us another day.\"\n\nThe man momentarily stands in silence before raising his hand to conjure a second flame. The mercenary questions the man, \"What, are you going to set me on f---\" Before another word left the mercenary's mouth, the man unites the two flames and casts a radiating blast of fire directly into the mercenary's torso, setting him ablaze. The mercenary instantly falls to his knees as he screams in agonizing pain. Paralyzed in fear, the remaining mercenary does nothing as he watches the lifeless, charred corpse fall to the ground.\n\nThe man walks over to the dead mercenary, searches his left boot, and pulls out a small pouch containing his remaining coin. He tosses it to the last mercenary and asks, \"Shall we continue?\" The mercenary hastily nods his head as the aroma of freshly burnt flesh fills the air."}
{"id": "5c5e68ab-36cc-4ad7-b924-72f74ae8cfbf-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:06:42.574", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQfiCXm8moD17TP9F3djWjvSWWfsHVtRjiLm4CR74fE97", "txHash": "0x865cce5209ec94092c57dcfc204e0de5c2a7bd4ec336d066e2f245754ed02d6f", "createdAtBlock": 15110524, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2644, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Sisk of the Fey", "text": "The man reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the map. As he begins to open it, the night wind catches underneath and blows it to the feet of the mercenary. The mercenary reaches to the ground to hand it back to the man and catches a quick glimpse of a faded writing - Of those who surrender themselves to the Flame, only the Chosen shall be Reborn from its Ashes"}
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{"id": "59f0eda2-f86f-49a0-8f44-b2bf04190c30-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:45.895", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR6Lp4n5sXdLpuipMtYZ5SWsmHaMCVXrgDHrbyfHo945v", "txHash": "0xb885e6cadd4225040171f5a8be581e54045694585336ae6b3943f5af1589d2cd", "createdAtBlock": 15015312, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4411, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arvid of Beasts", "text": "The wind whipped through the mighty cedars pushing some limbs just to the\npoint of breaking with a frighteningly audible crack.  Arvid glanced up to the\ncanopy in response and determining there was no threat went on her way.  \"That \nsmell...\" she muttered trying to be as quiet as possible on the gritty dirt \nroad that was becoming littered with debris from the winds. \"Cedarwood always\nbrings me back home...just can't get away i guess\" stated Arvid putting her \nhead down and trudging towards the tavern.  \"No, you certainly cannot\" boomed\na voice from deep in the woods spooking a convocation of eagles that had taken \nup camp nearby, feathers flying around the air in whirlwind fashion as one \nsingle eagles feather snagged into Arvids hair. Her heart pounded and her mind \nraced, \"How could he have found me?\" she thought.  \"I was so careful...there's \nno way!\"\n\"Look, i didn't know that was yours, I thought it was the other guys...you \nknow, the weak one\" pleaded Arvid. \"You won't get away this time, no one \nsteals from me and lives\" said the mysterious stranger as he calmly and \nsteadily continued his approach, his voice dripping with venom and hatred. \nThe wind threw the sound of the footsteps so that to Arvid it sounded like he \nwas coming at her from behind then all the sudden to the right, then the left. \n \"That was my HAM!!\"  screamed the derelict as he lunged at Arvid, halbred in \nhand. She quickly dodged the first attack noticing the creatures leathery \ngreen skin and yellow eyes, the sharp rotted teeth like stalagtites.  In pure"}
{"id": "59f0eda2-f86f-49a0-8f44-b2bf04190c30-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:45.895", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR6Lp4n5sXdLpuipMtYZ5SWsmHaMCVXrgDHrbyfHo945v", "txHash": "0xb885e6cadd4225040171f5a8be581e54045694585336ae6b3943f5af1589d2cd", "createdAtBlock": 15015312, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4411, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Arvid of Beasts", "text": "panic Arvid started running towards the only place she knew in this forest, \nThe Tavern.  At least thats what she always called it. \n\tFlashing past the clearing in the forest she made it to a thicket of \ntrees.  \"runnings pointless...I'll get you sooner or later.\" huffed the man as \nhe kept in perfect step chasing Arvid.  Entering the thicket the air seemed \ndifferent, fresher and a little lighter.  Just as Arvid was feeling a little \nrelief her foot got caught on a massive root that had grown up out of the \nground creating a noose for her foot.  Smashing to the ground Arvid knew this \nwas the end, she didn't have enough time to collect herself and get going, \nthis was it.  She turned her head back, still on her belly in the dirt, just \nin time to see the wind topple a towering cedar down on top of her attacker \ncompletely covering his entire body. Arvid was always lucky in life but this \nwas beyond anything experienced before.  Pushing herself up from the dirt she \nnoticed the eagles feather had dropped from her hair when she fell, being the \nsuperstitious type she popped the feather back in her hair as this was \nobviously a lucky feather.\n\tDusting herself off Arvid made her way to The Tavern, ruminating about \nwhat just happened and how she might tell this story to others at The Tavern \nover a pint."}
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{"id": "cf66b02a-ebc5-4192-8035-41ae86799f1d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:46.863", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbSMSPMveh3unsGAQ7gBfqdNkgqQZRyB4dfarwSQ2t2qq", "txHash": "0x4bcae23188ad1ad57a028397556c343ee97694b6267c148364eb691a346f6c64", "createdAtBlock": 15015578, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 789, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Barret Ruin of the Moon", "text": "# Barret Ruin of the Moon\n\nThe Grizzly Man pulls his Blue Longsword from its sheath. The unremarkable weapon is unlikely to help him in this battle. Luckily Barret is remarkable in many other ways. He will need to be for this particular lunar quest; Barret intends to bring down the Moon kingdom.\n\nEven though his weapon offers no range, his trusty Gigas hornet reaches enemies that are far from his reach. He first befriended this hornet during his travels when he stumbled into a hornet nest. Being a Grizzly Man, he was able to withstand the hive soliders' powerful stings. A mutual respect formed and the colony sent their best soldier to work with Barret.\n\nThe battle he is currently engaged in is critical for the free Ruinverse. The Moon's militaristic bent has sent them on an arms race, threatening the rest of the Runiverse. Barret intends to bring down their core facility, setting them back years. \n\nHis Kraken shield is one of the only reasons he has come this far. With resistance to all elemental damage and at times summoning the power of the Kraken for counterattacks, it has been essential to keeping him alive. \n\nFor Barret, whether or not he achieves his mission doesn't matter. He knows he and his companions are soldiers, and they are but brushstrokes in the larger tapestry of Runiverse life. If his efforts can make it safer for everyone it will all be worth it."}
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{"id": "9b06b500-8a97-47e1-a64c-7c629c368bba-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:52.514", "backgroundColor": "#090c2f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaqvduK2BPioNVdo1Dyg1DCWt3JmgVrfESKm9X3A4dYB7", "txHash": "0x8be4ca2d55296bfde70a28e038bbaa91df919a40f4e9a9d52aab79c6ec65cb22", "createdAtBlock": 15020156, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdVoQ4dzyodugVrsbx56ZJD8fmBR9RGVHRF2xUurgCif5", "name": "Archmagus Aldus of the Carnival", "text": "# The Amazing Aldus\n\nAldus was not always so amazing. Some say he wasnt even a wizard. \n\nAldus had bounced around the Carnival for many years, taking on odd jobs and blowing what little money he earned on the midway before he decided to make it his lifes calling. But like every stooge not born into the trade, he started out as a gazoonie - a manual day laborer responsible for maintaining the Carnivals attractions and grounds. \n\nAs time passed, Aldus learned the ins and outs of carny life. He learned how to sweet-talk the locals into spending their hard-earned money on games of chance, and how to put on a show that would keep them coming back for more.\n\nHe figured out how to spot an easy mark and he learned to distinguish an everyday chump from a certified cake eater. Later, when he became a barker he perfected his patter and spiel. He developed a talent for showmanship and quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming one of the most successful talkers on the midway.  Most important of all, he learned to crack wise and became a master at the subtle art of goading unruly punks into showing their hand.\n\nBut it wasnt until he first met Hromnice, the lucky black cat who lived in the possums belly beneath the dukkering wagon, that his fortune really began to change. Soon after, Aldus acquired a vintage Vanishing Coin concession from an old carny with an extensive collection of antique automatons and nickelodeons. The former owner of the concession had passed away many seasons prior and it had fallen into disrepair. Aldus got it for a cheap price and he set about restoring the device to working condition."}
{"id": "9b06b500-8a97-47e1-a64c-7c629c368bba-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:52.514", "backgroundColor": "#090c2f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaqvduK2BPioNVdo1Dyg1DCWt3JmgVrfESKm9X3A4dYB7", "txHash": "0x8be4ca2d55296bfde70a28e038bbaa91df919a40f4e9a9d52aab79c6ec65cb22", "createdAtBlock": 15020156, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdVoQ4dzyodugVrsbx56ZJD8fmBR9RGVHRF2xUurgCif5", "name": "Archmagus Aldus of the Carnival", "text": ">The Vanishing Coin is a simple grift. When the player puts a coin into the wooden contraption and pulls the handle, their coin drops down a chute and lands in one of a series of spinning cups. As soon as the coin lands in a cup, the lids close. When the spinning carousel comes to a stop, the player selects the cup that they believe contains the coin. If the player guesses correctly, they win a prize - invariably an absurdly large stuffed animal and depending on the season, usually either a duck or a goat.\n\nIf a customer was suspiciously lucky or if the owner was sufficiently greedy, the carny could prevent the player from making a winning selection by use of a built-in gaff - a mechanical trick that rigged the game to lose\n. If a player selected the correct cup, the operator quickly depressed a pedal with their foot and the contraption would vanish the coin before its cup was opened.\n\nThis illusion was generally accomplished by means of a simple mirror that swung down to cover the coin whenever the foot pedal was activated. In Aldus machine, the mirror hinges were completely rusted and frozen in the closed position. While examining the damage, Aldus discovered a number of unusual modifications had been made to the original design. The cups had a series of small holes drilled in the bottom and a magical wand had been attached to the original mechanism by a lever that moved whenever the foot pedal did. Aldus concluded that the modifications were a makeshift attempt to bypass the jammed mirrors. The gimmick was built around an old Midas Rod, a mysterious and powerful scepter capable of transmuting matter into metal. The head of the staff contained a tiny amount of strange matter, collected long ago from within the quantum shadow. [See @wizard2601]"}
{"id": "9b06b500-8a97-47e1-a64c-7c629c368bba-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:52.514", "backgroundColor": "#090c2f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaqvduK2BPioNVdo1Dyg1DCWt3JmgVrfESKm9X3A4dYB7", "txHash": "0x8be4ca2d55296bfde70a28e038bbaa91df919a40f4e9a9d52aab79c6ec65cb22", "createdAtBlock": 15020156, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2377, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdVoQ4dzyodugVrsbx56ZJD8fmBR9RGVHRF2xUurgCif5", "name": "Archmagus Aldus of the Carnival", "text": "Aldus Midas Rod was unusually attuned to the Rune of Mercury, or perhaps even defective, because its powers of transmutation were singularly focused. It could not make gold, as the eponymous King Midas had. Nor was it able to manifest any other metals of a substantively solid state. \n\nHidden within the innards of a Vanishing Coins clockworks, the Midas Rod was intended to transform unwanted coins into mercury so that they would drain out the bottom of the cup when the gaff was triggered. While the coin was lost as income, it was ultimately more profitable than parting with an expensive prize. At least that was his theory, but Aldus could never get the machine to work correctly. It was just too old. \n\nAldus removed the Midas Rod from its dusty prison, discarded the old amusement in the trash and immediately put the wand to a better use. \n\nAldus developed a magic act that took advantage of his rods mercurial powers. He would appear to bend impossibly large steel beams using only his mind. He could escape from thick chains, padlocked steamer trunks and even enchanted handcuffs. He survived being run through by countless swords in his own version of the Indian Basket Trick. \n\nAudiences marveled at his cleverly crafted illusions. An actual wizard performing these feats was nothing remarkable. It was only interesting because the audience believed that Aldus was a mundane - a duck like them. No one suspected there was any *real* magic at work or that Aldus was anything more than a carnival huckster.\n\nWidely loved and admired, the Amazing Aldus eventually became the most accomplished stage magician on the Carnival circuit. Even so, he couldnt shake the feeling that it was just another con; that he was just pretending to be a wizard, or perhaps that he was pretending to be a mundane who was in turn pretending to be a wizard."}
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{"id": "d421ad7a-4484-4688-883f-ec9898fa3f14-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:54.016", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYuJGangR4jRPiVQwdPHGEQSHSMNxjepofnayfCYfQ2T8", "txHash": "0xa400711f338ceac91b8cf2844520032356c0b27be8ed36808d1b606bda4f995e", "createdAtBlock": 15020393, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2341, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Helen Mincer of the Kitsune", "text": "# Helen Mincer of the Kitsune\n\nHelen loved robots since she was a child.\n\nHer dream was to build companions that could follow and interact with her. \n\nWhen she was a teenager, she was able to build a robomice. Very simple but for her was a big accomplishment.\nOne day, when Helen was outside playing with her robomice, 2 kobolds approached and destroyed her robot for no reason.\n\nFilled with anger, is when Helen decided to learn how to fight, and mastered the art of the sword.\n\nYears passed by and now Helen is a brave warrior with her new invention, a robodog, able to defend her in battle.\n\nHelen is still searching for those 2 kobolds for revenge."}
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{"id": "08e22509-c07d-4047-b6e1-79c27ab46af9-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:36:51.819", "backgroundColor": "#243b0f", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmd3s6qKDW4ZJNnG6R48TYyddVjahAmW4TaJC9XxBB5YQb", "txHash": "0x56bf6dfadad404fb5a6de0a0eb9f526919e4abecb1770213978cb3ec4c8a4593", "createdAtBlock": 15019894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5066, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sage Keziah of the Grotto", "text": "**The Lantern Frogs** \n\nIn the morning after He began  \nthe universe, it was empty and still.  \nand uninhabited. His spirit ran  \nand followed breeze and sunlight up each hill  \nand down again. Great towers newly built  \nand yet to fill with story. So He set  \nthe first beings to wander without guilt  \nor avarice. They dwell among us yet,  \no frogs who watch adream, cast little croaks  \nover the empty landscape. Enter we  \n to marvel over spire and field. Sweet joke  \nthey are, awakened, glowing. Meant to be  \nis this world, creatures entering in throngs  \nbut till then, wanderers, and trilling songs.\n  \n#ForgottenRuniverse"}
{"id": "64db8f96-cdce-42eb-97ce-eb53114f6e66-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:50.075", "backgroundColor": "#0e2c17", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfS1hWWpMPqexiiWE1U41iDQ345vcgSwqxdFfmRn9qQYi", "txHash": "0x15d34be1d79eeb288072e38eee98260800dc43e5322dcd04b464787ea363d4bc", "createdAtBlock": 15053269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQ9y1UChA6E62mLXAqkYcrhnTcbBv18P47fNZLkESNFuo", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Interlude - Diary Entry 54\n\n\nToday was such an incredible day!! Today I met an entire coven of witches and wizards, and they were so nice!\n\nThey did not push me down when they saw I was different, and they even made room for me at their table. I had never dined with so many happy people!\n\nI've wandered this realm for so long just looking for a place to call my own, and here it was, just waiting for me!! They even liked my cute poems! \n\nFred says he thinks everyone should love my poetry, and I'm not inclined to disagree! \n\nAnyway, I was wandering the western coast in search of sea shells to add to my collection when I came across a wounded kobold resting in the sand. Immediately, I ran up to him, muttered a few healing spells under my breath and made the kobold right as rain.\n\nI wish you could have seen the look of appreciation on his face!! He was SO CUTE! I really wish I had more kobold friends! Anyway, it turns out he was actually a member of a small coven of misplaced wizards and witches, and wanted to take me back to throw a feast in my favor.\n\nWhen introducing ourselves, the kobold wouldn't tell us his name, and asked to simply be called Mooshums. How could I say no to that?!\n\nSince Fred and I have been wandering rather aimlessly lately, I decided, why the heck not, what did I have to lose? Anything is better than going back to the swamps!\n\nAnd gosh, was I right!! It was a short trip from the beach to the coven's tower. A beautiful stone mage's tower hidden amongst a copse of trees, and a small creek bubbled past nearby. It was rather beautiful, and had to keep myself from getting distracted as I followed the kobold into the trees."}
{"id": "64db8f96-cdce-42eb-97ce-eb53114f6e66-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:50.075", "backgroundColor": "#0e2c17", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfS1hWWpMPqexiiWE1U41iDQ345vcgSwqxdFfmRn9qQYi", "txHash": "0x15d34be1d79eeb288072e38eee98260800dc43e5322dcd04b464787ea363d4bc", "createdAtBlock": 15053269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQ9y1UChA6E62mLXAqkYcrhnTcbBv18P47fNZLkESNFuo", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "After a few confusing turnarounds in the woods, we managed to find the entrance, and the kobold let us in.\n\nOnce Mooshums had introduced us to all the other witches and wizards, everyone gathered in the main hall, which was a beautiful but rather small stone room, packed to the brim with picnic tables.\n\nBold tapestries hung about, and candles floated by. Magic was in the air, and I don't think it was unusual around these parts. Many times through the night I found myself drifting off in thought, fascinated by the beauty and confusing perspectives of the tower.\n\nWith a clap of his hands, Mooshums managed to quiet the rowdy room, and stoop up on his table to address the group.\n\n\"Today, my life was selflessly saved by our beautiful friend Enigma here,\" he said, pointing in my direction.\n\n\"A swamp witch with healing powers was the very last thing I expected to find, but I really found so much more. On our travels back, she revealed herself to be kind, caring, and very loving. Her friend Fred,\" he said, pointing dramatically to my lovely slime pal, \"on the other hand has quite the foul mouth!\" He erupted in giggles, held a tankard high up, and everyone followed.\n\nThe next three or so hours were filled with hugs, food and stories of adventures that were probably made up (Warriors walking through the burning flame?? Like, really?), but I still loved every moment!! \n\nIt was at this moment that I realized I had finally found the family I was destined to have. I could feel the love, the understanding, all welling up inside of me, fueling my light.\n\nBy the end of the evening I was literally glowing! At one point, I even managed to heal someone's halitosis just by standing next to them!!"}
{"id": "64db8f96-cdce-42eb-97ce-eb53114f6e66-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:50.075", "backgroundColor": "#0e2c17", "index": 4, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfS1hWWpMPqexiiWE1U41iDQ345vcgSwqxdFfmRn9qQYi", "txHash": "0x15d34be1d79eeb288072e38eee98260800dc43e5322dcd04b464787ea363d4bc", "createdAtBlock": 15053269, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQ9y1UChA6E62mLXAqkYcrhnTcbBv18P47fNZLkESNFuo", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "All in all, it was a successful evening, and I don't remember passing out. When I woke up, I found myself still in the tower, in a cute little room with stone walls and pictures of flowers on the nightstand.\n\nAccompanying the picture was a small scribbled note that simply invited me to stay for as long as I want. I'm guessing it was Mooshums, but so far, no one has fessed up to it, but I don't mind!!\n\nI should decidedly stay here, with the followers of the Runes. Fred has already made himself right at home, and I already have visitors stopping by my room. It really is everything I could have ever asked for. Thank our lord and savior, Dotta, for helping me find my family!!"}
{"id": "6e716c2e-57e9-4a35-ae01-7e33ad3b2c88-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:07.331", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYVDLd36KMnZiMBMw6nzovLHRGR6fE5FcaTMZs94RANm7", "txHash": "0xaaac7b52a2a82192736d0c234d5055b89b6db17ba304cb89a493c75368f3fdc5", "createdAtBlock": 15029732, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9708, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Buck Despoiler of the Mountain", "text": "# Buck Despoiler of the Mountain \n\n\"*Great, Buck. You've done it again!*\" Buck chastised himself as he readied his pike.\n\nBuck was a little-known dragon slayer, but perhaps one of the most successful in the realm! This was mostly due to the enchanted weapon his father left to him when he passed, but Buck learned to master the weapon all the same. \n\nThere were not many beasts he could not fell, but his dearest companion, Truffles the Pig, was a standing testament that this fierce warrior could be beat!\n\nBuck and Truffles had stumbled into what he thought was a dragon den, but it was much, much worse. Mega Wasps! Wasps the size of small horses with a stinger as deadly as they come. The buzzing was so loud, it ALMOST drowned out Truffles' squeals (but, not quite). \n\nThanks to this, the wasps were made aware of the two adventurers, and immediately sat upon them with unbelievable speed and coordination. Buck, the quick thinker that he is, held his mighty pike high in the air and uttered the words that could bring it to life.\n\n\"*With these words, I shall implore you\n Destroy my foes with a holy honor that is true\n Stand with me as we bathe in the light\n and Dotta bless me with strength to win this fight*\"\n\nAnd as the last words escaped his lips, a beautiful but blinding light filled the cavern, and almost immediately, the sounds of the buzzing dissipated. Within a moment, all of the wasps landed on the ground with a deafening thud, and were no longer a threat to the warrior and his pig. \n\nThis act always drained Buck to the point of passing out, but as always, his loyal friend Truffles would sit by his side til he woke yet again, and the two could finish their journey."}
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{"id": "2f0d7587-5f9a-48c2-9f2f-16467f3ee7a6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:12.001", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZx5ayiWVYLTT4gk7SjkFjCuMyFNHWeTkYu3zvJmYF2aD", "txHash": "0x05d046f10f8e593d15e5fd5713a63c5c5fea372416e5cce9c9f9da1b084136b1", "createdAtBlock": 15035853, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 792, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Achilles Dissector of the Plains", "text": "# The Lore of Achilles Dissector of the Plains\n\nAchilles slashes his way through the plains in pursuit of the invaders. He knew he had a mission but can't seem to recall. His drone companion, as an extension of Achilles, is loyal to him but knows that his circuitry has changed somehow. What Achilles feels is right, though, is to protect Nature and the wizards who are in harmony with it. So he drives away those would dare to defile it.\n\nBut this isn't always how Achilles felt. On leaving the metabot factory, Achilles was programmed by BigCorp to clear away space for more industrial development. And at first, he did carve through much wilderness, so much so that his parts began to show signs of wear and tear. Being far from home base, Achilles crafted materials from the woodland materials available.\n\nWhat Achilles' artificial intelligence could not have computed, however, was the magical effect that the woodland materials would have. Achilles' defenses were reinforced but his mission was changed. Instead of clearing away the wilderness his mission was not to protect it. \n\nClashes with former friends have proven awkward but also advantageous for Achilles. Because he is still recognized as a metabot, Achilles is always able to strike first in battle. This makes for a lonely life, not truly being part of nature but no longer being part of where he came from. Luckily his drone is all he needs in his journey. Perhaps one day he will encounter either wizards of the earth or a factory who will help him resolve his internal conflict one way or the other."}
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{"id": "823e35c7-60f6-4303-b162-1fa7371815c4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.162", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b31", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZbPxnAG8XYbcrREwPJfpL3xFV4ZARHEShYPu38wMjjgM", "txHash": "0x530a39f441dc018593b450b9116fa5c08375760cfc87cc96461fed3b3819b7ff", "createdAtBlock": 15037173, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdg9CfVADzyThM8hxsEL5kz2QwYXG9gfKUfpW6tpN3qBP", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Chapter 2 - The Druid of Light\n\nMy name is not important, but my story is! I am but a humble chronomancer, someone of no consequence. However, I met one particular druid who was truly something.\n\nAs you know, most druidic powers are granted by the earth itself unto the caster. This bond with nature is crucial to connecting and working with the forces of life. As such, druids almost always have an animal companion of some sort.\n\nWell, I had thought this was the only way, as did most other people. How else would or could you be a druid?\n\nI would get the answer to this in the most intriguing way. It happened to be a beautiful fall day, the trees were well on their way to changing their colors, and every wizard (and even most warriors) wore an extra layer or two to hold off the\nimpending cold.\n\nI had been preparing for a pilgrimage into The Thorn to acquire some necessary ingredients for some LSD (it was not something I had managed to conjure up via magic, so I knew making it by hand was the only way).\n\nTravelling into The Thorn is always hit or miss, as the ever-shifting thorn can make it challenging to find an entrance (however, the reader should note that fire is extremely effective).\n\nIt so happens that this was the method I used this time as well. It was effective at clearing the brush around the entrance of the forest, but it had also woken up some very unhappy (and probably very hungry) shadowbeasts.\n\nThis was not my best moment, you see, as shadowbeasts can't be harmed by anything that's manifested in reality. Magic, weapons, insult, nothing. They were only vulnerable to sunlight (or so I thought) and since it had taken much longer to get here than expected, there was not much to be had."}
{"id": "823e35c7-60f6-4303-b162-1fa7371815c4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.162", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b31", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZbPxnAG8XYbcrREwPJfpL3xFV4ZARHEShYPu38wMjjgM", "txHash": "0x530a39f441dc018593b450b9116fa5c08375760cfc87cc96461fed3b3819b7ff", "createdAtBlock": 15037173, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdg9CfVADzyThM8hxsEL5kz2QwYXG9gfKUfpW6tpN3qBP", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "I was quickly outnumbered and overpowered, but thankfully not outwitted (though, if we're being candid, it's really hard to outwit someone who can stop time). With but a fleeting thought, all movement around ceased. A disturbing quiet set over forest's edge, the shadowbeasts stopped in their track.\n\nThis trick would not last long, unfortunately, but would be ample time to scurry away.\n\nNow, had I just given up and gone home, I wouldn't be here telling you this story. Fortunately for you, I made the terrible of mistake of trying to continue my journey. I sprinted into the forest with every fiber of my being, and managed to get about 500 yards away before the spell stopped working and life resumed.\n\nThe shadowbeasts caught on within moments and took after me. I pushed myself as hard as I could, this time employing my very ample time-bending skills, which gave me just the edge I needed to get out of sight.\n\nThis came at a steeper price than I had really considered, and ended up extremely lost and disoriented (and it goes without saying, this is one of the last places a wizard would ever want to be lost).\n\nThankfully, we chronomancers are a witty type, and I had a resolution on the ready. Simply rewind time til the sun starts un-rising, and use it to establish direction. From there it's just a simple walk home!\n\nTaking a seat on a nearby stump, I closed my eyes and began to focus on the quiet within. It felt like a year, a month, week, all in the span of a second. I had done this so many times, that it was muscle memory at this point.\n\nQuite suddenly, however, I was interrupted by the unearthly roars of shadowbeasts, forcing me from my meditation, and leaving me weary and motion sick."}
{"id": "823e35c7-60f6-4303-b162-1fa7371815c4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:14.162", "backgroundColor": "#0f3b31", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZbPxnAG8XYbcrREwPJfpL3xFV4ZARHEShYPu38wMjjgM", "txHash": "0x530a39f441dc018593b450b9116fa5c08375760cfc87cc96461fed3b3819b7ff", "createdAtBlock": 15037173, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3676, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmdg9CfVADzyThM8hxsEL5kz2QwYXG9gfKUfpW6tpN3qBP", "name": "Druid Enigma of the Valley", "text": "Before I had time to really process the situation, the shadowbeasts had caught up. The forced break of my meditative link had taken so much out of me, that by the time they found me, I had passed out.\n\nWhen I finally came to, I was back in my home, in my bed. No wounds, and I felt fabulous. It would take me almost 10 years to figure out exactly what happened during that time.\n\nIt turns out a druid had been wandering The Thorn for the very same reason I had gone, for necessary and magical ingredients. She had heard the shadowbeasts, and came to my rescue.\n\nTo figure this out, I spent years combing the forest, trying to find where that exact moment happened. After having ended up mapping out the entirety of The Thorn, I managed to come across the stump where I had lost focus that day.\n\nSee, it's important to find the exact location. With a little bit of chronomancy and a dabble of alchemy, I was able to create a very crude playback of that day. I'm pretty certain it was a swampwitch, but they're not often altruistic, so it's really hard to tell.\n\nShe must have been born of light, as she quickly dealt with the shadowbeasts without even raising her weapons. Once they were taken care of, I was able to see that she tended to my wounds, and then leaves the area (but without me??).\n\nI have been able to come up with this illustration depicting what I think she may look like, and I hope to one day come face to face with the person who took time to save an old time mage's life.\n\n\n(kudos to Wise Sam for the beautiful art!!)"}
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{"id": "6e39fef5-2d84-4f27-bebc-89dd75748f7b-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:13.407", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmddkBv5qgtuFoT6cD1VpQtJDSpJXKVg57NUPsGvVrMdmZ", "txHash": "0x875f745abb7a89bc3a508b3a62eb4a9bc8cde999a1dfdff93c318ebd4e01c2ff", "createdAtBlock": 15036510, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSKcd9MADW9eF5hgGVjX8H55tGu68hzWJbFWXpqAWY7pT", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Art by feckless\n\n\n\n## The Pony\n\n---\nThe Hare and a pony, @pony6, were wandering through a meadow whilst Hadrien snored under a tree. \n\nThey moved slowly, taking in the goodness of the day, waxing philosophical as the Hare sometimes would, things there was no need for Hadrien to hear. \n\nEventually, the pony was curious enough and asked, \n\n> Why?\n\n> It was a simple enough mistake. Im a rather large rabbit, the Hare replied. \n\n> Yes, but why dont you correct him? Hes supposed to be one of the smartest Wizards around and yet he thinks you are a Hare.\n\n> The Hare chuckled, Its kind of funny if you think about it.\n\n> Rembrandt wasnt sure, Im sick of being treated like Im not worthy of the same respect these damn wizards are. I dont know how you do it, my friend.\n\nThis hung in the air, steam blown waiting to be carried off by the wind. \n\nEventually, the Hare broke the silence with an answer.\n\n> Love. \n\nThe pony waited, hopeful for more, but none came. So, Rembrandt nodded knowingly.\n\n> I was upset when my master sold me, Rembrandt confided.\n\n> Master?, asked the Hare.\n\n> Ill never have another master again, said the pony. \n\n> No masters, the Hare nodded. \n\nThere was a pause and then Rembrandt spoke again. \n\n> I like Hadrien because he is kind, but he travels too much for me.\n\n> Kind enough.\n\nThey continued in quiet for a while more until they stopped to look back across the meadow, towards the tree under which the kind wizard still snored.\n\n\n----"}
{"id": "6e39fef5-2d84-4f27-bebc-89dd75748f7b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:13.407", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmddkBv5qgtuFoT6cD1VpQtJDSpJXKVg57NUPsGvVrMdmZ", "txHash": "0x875f745abb7a89bc3a508b3a62eb4a9bc8cde999a1dfdff93c318ebd4e01c2ff", "createdAtBlock": 15036510, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSKcd9MADW9eF5hgGVjX8H55tGu68hzWJbFWXpqAWY7pT", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "----\n\nSuddenly, a figure appeared mid-air about ten meters in front of them and fell to the ground, disappearing beneath the long-grass.\n\n> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH\n\nThe pair rushed towards groans that were now filling the meadow.\n\n> Are you okay?, asked Rembrandt.\n\nOn the grass laid an old man wearing a now crumpled Purple Wizards Hat and not much else. \n\n> Do I look alright to you?, the old man replied sharply.\n\n> You look like youve been in the wars, said Rembrandt.\n\nThe old man did indeed look like he had been in the wars. \n\nWhat was left of his clothing was dirty and blood stained, and parts of his exposed skin were also bruised. A laceration above his right eye leaked blood down his face and his beard was messy and charred. \n\n> The old man groaned, clutching his left arm, Where the f*ck am I?!\n\nRembrandt looked down at the Hare and they exchanged a quick look. \n\n> Well, sir, were in a meadow, Rembrandt replied.\n\n> I was about to DIE!, shouted the man. \n\nHadrien had come running over by this point and spilled into the commotion. \n\n> Woah there!, he started, Nobody here is trying to die anytime soon.\n\n> The old man looked up at him disgruntled, You dont even know the half of it.\n\n> Hadrien slowed for a moment and nodded, Maybe so.\n\n> Are you going to tell us who you are and why you fell out of the sky then, old man?, Rembrandt interjected.\n\n> Fell out of the sky?, Hadrien asked, puzzled. \n\n> Thats right, Rembrandt continued, He dropped right out of the sky  screaming!"}
{"id": "6e39fef5-2d84-4f27-bebc-89dd75748f7b-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:13.407", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmddkBv5qgtuFoT6cD1VpQtJDSpJXKVg57NUPsGvVrMdmZ", "txHash": "0x875f745abb7a89bc3a508b3a62eb4a9bc8cde999a1dfdff93c318ebd4e01c2ff", "createdAtBlock": 15036510, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSKcd9MADW9eF5hgGVjX8H55tGu68hzWJbFWXpqAWY7pT", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Thats right, Rembrandt continued, He dropped right out of the sky  screaming!\n\nStraight from the Ponys Mouth, thought Hadrien, bemused.\n\n> Look, I dont expect you to understand, the gentleman on the ground began, You may have talking horses here, but where I am from, there is REAL MAGIC.\n\nHadrien leant in, intrigued. \n\n> I am @wizard540, Merlin declared, I am a wizard.\n\nA beat passed before anyone spoke again.\n\n> So is he, Rembrandt replied, a hoof pointed in Hadriens direction, Its really not a big deal.\n\n> Well now, Hadrien said, Were not completely useless.\n\nThis time Hadrien and the Hare exchanged looks.\n\n----\n\nMerlin seemed stunned. Perhaps it was just sinking in that he had been in conversation with a pony. Perhaps it was that he had just been told that being a wizard was really not a big deal. Or perhaps It was that a talking pony had just told him that being a wizard was really not a big deal.\n\nWhatever it was, it took Merlin a second to compose himself before he continued. \n\n> My sincerest apologies to the both of you.\n\n> Three of you, Hadrien interjected, gesturing towards the Hare.\n\n> Sorry, three of you, Merlin began again, Excuse me for a moment.\n\nReaching into his top pocket, the shell-shocked wizard retrieved a vial of brown liquid and poured it all into his mouth. \n\nSlowly, he fell backwards onto the grass, eyes rolling back into his head, and started to convulse. \n\n> Did he just-?, started Rembrandt.\n\n> Im guessing that was the Powerful Amnesia Tonic, interrupted Hadrien.\n\nSuddenly, the previously convulsing wizard sat bolt upright."}
{"id": "6e39fef5-2d84-4f27-bebc-89dd75748f7b-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:13.407", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmddkBv5qgtuFoT6cD1VpQtJDSpJXKVg57NUPsGvVrMdmZ", "txHash": "0x875f745abb7a89bc3a508b3a62eb4a9bc8cde999a1dfdff93c318ebd4e01c2ff", "createdAtBlock": 15036510, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSKcd9MADW9eF5hgGVjX8H55tGu68hzWJbFWXpqAWY7pT", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "Suddenly, the previously convulsing wizard sat bolt upright. \n\n> I am afraid I have no idea where I am or what is happening, but I think I may need your help. My name is Merlin, he said, visibly uncomfortable with the taste lingering in his mouth. \n\n> Do you think you can walk?, Hadrien smiled.\n\n> Im afraid I dont think I can, replied Merlin, Im in some pain.\n\n> Thats alright, said Hadrien, Do you think youd be able to carry our friend here to a nearby town, Rembrandt?\n\n> Rembrandt looked unimpressed, This is not how I imagined Id be spending my days as a free pony!\n\n> You dont have to if you dont want to!, Hadrien clarified, Its your choice.\n\nHearing this, the ponys face softened, and he looked again at the injured wizard, lying on the ground. \n\n> I can help, said the pony.\n\nHadrien helped the wizard onto his feet and onto the ponies back, and the two pairs walked back across the meadow towards the tree. \n\nReaching the tree, Hadrien sat down, reached into his bag and began reading his book.\n\n> Arent you going to come with us?, asked Merlin.\n\n> Why do you look younger than you did before?, said Hadrien looking up at the wizard.\n\n> Im confused, Merlin continued, I dont even know where Im going.\n\n> Places, replied Hadrien, Im sure of it.\n\nRembrandt exchanged looks with the Hare now, and a wordless exchange culminated in a nod. \n\n> Lets go find out whats happening in this world, Merlin, Rembrandt said, I want to make a life for myself, and it looks like you might have to, too.\n\nMerlin looked again at Hadrien again, puzzled."}
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{"id": "1ed2e3ae-9e1f-4c38-b78e-9fe181cae632-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:23.085", "backgroundColor": "#b3e6eb", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYDaFUUgFBFbkQC8NhaztpJE7eqwzyY9A7J3VN17t5MAk", "txHash": "0x5d6904872f58f5b0ed6f5a978917c4e957424bcbf9d0395b7ed359cb61a0b999", "createdAtBlock": 15039825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1555, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Azahl of the Cosmos", "text": "# Entry 1 - The Hunt Continues \n\nMadness was his fate. But this wasnt madness. He was just tired. Ok, nearing the edge of exhaustion. Days like this consumed an incredible amount of energy. Which felt odd since he hadnt left his chair nearly three hours. No, the endless days of following leads, clues, hints, and hunches were maddening, but not yet leading him on to madness. But how long could he stay on this course? The problem was that each new piece of information didnt quite fit with the prior. And it was fraying his nerves. He could feel the answers he sought, just out of reach. Always out of reach. \n\nOf course he needed rest, but this was his way, wasnt it? *Relentless. Driving. A Force.* The words of his old teacher came to mind, and he smiled wanly. A curiosity, that our highest pursuits ultimately fail on something so mundane as food and rest. Dont you agree? His silent companion only glanced over. Hed have to think more about that later. Another puzzle spilling past the the limits of logic and out to his old friend Chaosbut no time for that now. No, not mad yet, just tired and hungry, now that he thought of it. Was it really so late in day? Tomorrow he might consider bringing lunch. Ok, one more and then we rest. Silence greeted him. Yes, food too, of course."}
{"id": "1ed2e3ae-9e1f-4c38-b78e-9fe181cae632-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:23.085", "backgroundColor": "#b3e6eb", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYDaFUUgFBFbkQC8NhaztpJE7eqwzyY9A7J3VN17t5MAk", "txHash": "0x5d6904872f58f5b0ed6f5a978917c4e957424bcbf9d0395b7ed359cb61a0b999", "createdAtBlock": 15039825, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1555, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Mystic Azahl of the Cosmos", "text": "The library was nearly empty now. Long shadows cast by the narrow windows high up on the solid stone walls. As was his custom these past weeks, Azahl had found his way to a cramped desk in a second floor alcove. The last book in his stack lay before him. A cracked leather binding and faded runes on the cover. Just like the dozens of others hed already tested today. And yesterday. And nearly every day since  dont think about that now. He turned towards the book. Focus on the breath. This time he laughed, remembering his teachers words, which were so often directed at him. Focus on the breath. He took one in. Let it out. Again. As he settled, he unfocused his eyesand reached. There it was, the delicious warm fire in the cold of night, the ice cold drink on a scorching day. The Cosmos waited for him, as it always had. He channeled the magic into the book, feeling, searching. He hadnt found anything again today, but maybe this one. \n\nHis mind filled with colors: vibrant greens, brilliant yellows, deep, rich browns. He still loved that first flood of power. Every single time. As the colors settled, the images came on. Fieldstoolsmanure? and the now familiar spinning crystalline structures  the endless math and mechanics of.crop rotations. It was yet another book on post-feudal farming techniques. Blinking, Azahl turned to his companion Gods, did the ancients spend all their time concerned with growing food? More silence."}
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{"id": "91cf759c-6408-4e82-9cd9-59274731cd59-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:23.8", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmYsM9wQ4brLQeZXdScDBfPQnQ1diekUsbBUcJ8SETsNZT", "txHash": "0x53d4b49baa009160b3e1b44e5c4ee2961aeab56854f2bc49d8c22823f7179481", "createdAtBlock": 15039946, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4703, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Diana of the Lake", "text": "The full chronicles of Diana are recorded regularly on her twitter\n\nYou see, Diana has been cursed. Any time she is near still water, she can hear whispers coming through from the voices on the other side.\n\nHelp guide Diana as she listens through the water and tries to understand the rambled of crypto twitter. What stories are in front of her? Will she find the Order of the Eternal Rose? Can the Enchanted Garden be kept safe?\n\nWith your help, we can do it together! If you would like to join the Order and get posting privilege's on the Mirror page, please message Diana on Twitter!\n\n\n**Diana's Affliction**\n\n\nDiana knelt by the lake, filling her waterskin. The morning was cool and crisp, summer was all but gone and the chill grip of autumn was coming.\n\nShe had been travelling for days. Wandering, somewhat aimlessly. She was searching, hunting but for what, she did not know.\n\nTime to get moving whispered the voices. Chuckling, she picked herself up from beside the waters edge and the poked back,\n\nYea, I know, Im going. It had been over a week now she was hearing the whispers. Calling to her from the waters edge. Friend or foe, kindness or kniving, she did not yet know. Who are you? Really? Where do you speak to me from?\n\nThe whispers came through quiet and clear, We come through your mind, from another world. Our space is called Crypto Twitter.\n\nDiana looked doubtful. Crypto Twitter? That sounds like some kind of blue mage contraption.. Or a yellow wizard dance move. I doubt its a real place. Probably doesnt exist. Ignoring the voices in her head she travelled on."}
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{"id": "f9216163-a598-49ad-a988-7cf40e095b9e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:41:32.995", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmR97iFX6GQM29AkhrRP2cZmjfnyHU2ddBWrA1ptxwpKrW", "txHash": "0x04649eb2938f33671fec962051b0ab3b0e01347038db4075f56400bb8b425621", "createdAtBlock": 15303327, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 421, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTJx3q3kEpfEzdc8jdAxiffBV2y8CizDzExgNzDP1L6TQ", "name": "Queeny the Extraordinary", "text": "# **A tale of Queeny**\n\n_An extraordinary wold pony by many measures_\n\n#\n\nShe is @wizard5136's trusted steed through thick and thin. A pony trusted to endure both the Psychic Leap and the strange wonders of Cuckoo Land. She is unfazed by the most frightening of beasts and ghoulish of souls. But a kobold? Oh no... DO NOT bring Queeny near any kobold. Whether it's their smell or just their presence in general, she will enter a crazed state of chaotic protest. \n\n#\n\nQueeny's quest is simple. To graze upon the greenest of grass. Have you ever mowed a lush field? The smell that emanates is the complete opposite of the meaty odor of a smelly Kobold. Fortunately for Queeny, Remus takes great pleasure in guiding her to such greenery. As the writer of this lore I have a simple ask for any readers who may encounter Queeny. Fondle her mane gently. She loves that. \n#\n#"}
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{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "# The Tale of Beyna and Eizo\n\n## Part 1\n\nEizo. Hey, Eizo!\n\nEizo started, visions of last nights nightmare fading from his mind. A man, lifeless on a cold marble floor. An azure-haired woman screaming his name. \n\nYou were staring off into space. Is everything ok? Beyna asked.\n\nEizo was seated at a small table. Across from him was Beyna, his best friend and current brunch partner. Yeah, Im fine, its nothing, he said, doing his best to smile. She didnt need to hear about his dream. He glanced out the window at the sun-bathed rooftops of Camelot. \n\n\n*art by **HANI HAYA***\n\nAlright, welljust so you know, this food is AMAZING! Beyna said, her emerald eyes bright with anticipation. Eizo had cooked and prepared this spread for them  well, everything except the jelly donuts. Those were a new item at the local bakery.\n\nIm glad you like it  this is the most excited Ive seen you about anything since I can remember, Eizo replied. His smile came more easily this time  it was hard to stay sad or mad around Beyna. \n\nAlright, lets dig in, Beyna said. Not you! she exclaimed, lightly slapping her giant ladybug familiar, Spots (short for Spotted Sentinel). Spots retreated from where he had been prodding his antennae near one of the plates.\n\nEizo chuckled. Too bad hes not as well-behaved as Buddy, he said. He picked up his mug and dripped a little water on the sapphire slime sitting on his lap. Buddy burbled appreciatively as the water melded with his form."}
{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "They attacked the plates in companionable silence for a few moments. Beyna and Eizo had been through a lot since theyd first met three years ago, at ages 13 and 14, respectively. And through all the ups and downs, theyd developed a familiarity which didnt require constant conversation. \n\nBeyna sighed appreciatively as she bit into one of the raspberry jelly donuts. Simply divine. After taking a swig of water, she said, So, where should we go today? Merlins finally given us a day off and we need to take advantage! \n\nYeah, youd think us being his apprentices would be all fun and games, but we havent had a chance to just hang out in a while, Eizo said. Where do you think we should go?\n\nHmmId like to visit that lake that Merlin told us not to visit. I bet hes hiding something there! \n\nEizo felt uneasy at the mention of the lake, He was pretty sure that fey magic was somehow  connected to it, and that spelled trouble.\n\nYeah, theres the lake, but I think a mountain-top picnic would be even better! Eizo said as he popped some berries in his mouth. The weathers perfect for it!\n\nStop talking while your mouths full of food, Beyna admonished. And thats not for you! she scolded as she again smacked Spots, whod been trying to taste the jelly donut. She pulled a bronze coin out of her pocket.\n\nLets flip for it, she said. Crowns, and we go to the lake. Swords, we go to the mountains. \n\nFair enough, Eizo said. But none of your tricks!\n\nWhat are you talking about, I always play fair, Beyna said, sticking out her tongue. She flipped the coin."}
{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "Sometimes there are moments that seem mundane at the time, but go on to change the course of ones life forever. This was one of those moments, although the two good friends didnt know it at the time. \n\nThe coin landed and danced around the table with a series of metallic pings. It finally rested near Eizos plate, a pair of crossed swords showing on the exposed side\n\nMountains it is, sighed Beyna. \n\nDont worry, I know a good spot, said Eizo, grinning.\n\n---\n\nThe hike through the mountains was strenuous, but not excessively challenging for the pair of apprentices, who had been thoroughly trained in nature survival skills as part of their chosen specialization in shamanic magic. Are we there yet? huffed Beyna, her auburn hair tied back into a ponytail so it wouldnt get into her face as they climbed.\n\nJust a little further, Eizo encouraged. Buddy was perched on his shoulder as they walked; although he was extremely mobile in water, he usually preferred to stick with Eizo outside of his natural element. \n\nThe pair of apprentices finished a steep climb, and they emerged onto a sunny hilltop meadow filled with blooming wildflowers. Spots extended his wings and flew ahead, hunting for insects to eat.\n\nWow, Eizo! Beyna exclaimed as her eyes took in the idyllic scene. What a romantic spot  oh, is this a date? she teased. She giggled and ran after Spots before she could spot Eizo blushing. *Would it be so bad if it was?* he thought, fingering the silver pendant necklace he had brought  in his vest pocket."}
{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "They found a clear spot in the meadow and set up for their picnic. The Kings castle where Merlin and the apprentices lived had generously provided meat pies and biscuits for the occasion. They enjoyed the food as they watched Spot flying around and grabbing insects in mid-air. As the meal wound down, butterflies fluttered in Eizos stomach. *Its time to tell her how I feel,* he thought. \n\nSo, Beyna he started, then nervously cleared his throat. You know that next week, were going to tell Merlin where we want to go for our advanced shaman training, right? Thats not Merlins specialty, so he wants us to go to the Far East, or even this New World that Ive never heard of.\n\nYeah, we know this, Beyna said. The sunlight filtered through her hair, making it look even more reddish than usual. Whats your point?\n\nWell, its just that I hope we can choose to go to the same place, Eizo said in a rush before he could lose his nerve. I know this probably sounds like its coming out of nowhere, but I really like you, its been really special getting to know you, and um, I dont want us to be apart. Eizos face was flushed, contrasting sharply with his cerulean blue hair and eyes. Here, I got you this, he blurted, thrusting a hand out towards her.\n\nBeynas eyes were wide as she grasped the silver pendant necklace. This is beautiful, Eizo.  And I always assumed wed go to study in the same place - but what are you saying with this?"}
{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "Its just that  Im trying to say that I love you, Beyna. And I have for a while. After years of pent-up feelings, Eizo couldnt stop the flow of his words. I want us to travel togetheras more than friends. I promise to always be there for you, to protect you, and help you, and love you, no matter what happens. He stepped forward, took her hands, and looked into her eyes.\n\nBeyna was now blushing too, and her eyes glimmered with emotion. Eizo, I- I- dont know what to say, I wasnt prepared for this. Its a lot, you know, to process, she stammered. Youve always been my best friend since I got to Camelot, and- and- its just a lot to process. \nShe broke eye contact with Eizo, and noticed Spots flying off towards one end of the meadow. H-Hey, wheres Spots flying off to? Spots, come back! She let go of Eizos hands and started running after him. \n\nEizo felt like he might faint. *Wait, so what was her answer?* he thought, feeling more exhausted than after the hike up to the mountaintop. He started jogging after Beyna and her familiar in a state of confusion.\n\nAfter a few moments, Beyna shouted back, I think Spots found something, Im starting to sense some arcane energy. They rounded an outcropping of rock at one end of the meadow, and came upon what could only be described as a portal. Blue and purple energy swirled within a circular 3-meter space.\n\nBeyna walked up to within a couple feet of the portal and picked up Spots, who had landed. Fascinating, she said, the color fading from her cheeks as she focused on this distraction. Do you think Merlin knows about this?"}
{"id": "22a7f9a4-fb1b-4f23-8250-b6acce80c4ca-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:13.258", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQvkY985CCwncwHdeand1oqjEkU77D3pUY2CpHJWxdfXc", "txHash": "0xe4b680a5e044a8fae29fda171e3514927f9fb0291021f52f8db148060f14b80a", "createdAtBlock": 15314163, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8696, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmZp6e5yxejW7EVfkR5vec4o7V8LGB6gwiHYHeHJgGWqNC", "name": "Shaman Eizo of the Tower", "text": "Probably? He seems to know everything, Eizo replied. Id step back though, we dont know what this thing does, or whether its dangerous.\n\nIll be the judge of that, said Beyna, turning towards him. Parts of her shadow seemed to elongate, and get slowly pulled towards the portal. \n\nBeyna, look! Eizo said, pointing.\n\nBeyna noticed, and said, well, thats not normalyou might have a point. She tried to take a step away from the portal, then said, I cant move.  Her shadow started to get sucked into the portal more quickly. Then, Beyna and Spots seemed to glimmer with shining particles, which also began streaming into the portal.\n\nBeyna! Eizo shouted. He tried to grab her and pull her away from the portal, but his hands went through her as if through thin air.\n\nThis feels strange  as if Im here, but also there Beyna said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a long distance away.\n\nBeyna, dont worry, Ill come after you! You wont be alone over there, I promise! Eizo shouted as the last particles of Beyna and Spots whooshed through the portal. She was gone. \n\nEizo immediately rushed towards the portal and jumped through.\n\n---\n\n**For the crime of bearing a child with a fey Royal, the punishment for a human is execution, and banishment for the child. This is necessary to preserve the royal line.**\n\nThe judgment thus pronounced, the sentence was carried out immediately. A fey sword slashed through the man, leaving no mark, but the mans eyes dimmed as his spirit left his body, which slumped on the ground."}
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{"id": "598b7464-9ca7-4ade-a548-e38ebf642ab4-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T21:53:16.194", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcVhQEEDQD73J91CJLYqPNTz6GfCWV7hRsSoiashxhM2a", "txHash": "0x1d2447e107cde6ce6523abc49edca26dfdc37edc162e9124a5b3cfdeb6dfd5f3", "createdAtBlock": 15323162, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3891, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Bambam Grifter of Giants", "text": "# Bambam Grifter of Giants\n\n_Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.\n Francis Bacon, The Essays_\n\nDont let my name fool you, Im known for the sagacity and insight of my plans. I was born and raised in the depths of the streets; if you don't lose yourself to the misery, the cold and the apathy of this hostile place will teach you a lot. You'll see how much you can learn from the outlaws and the ones that society has decided to forget, especially because at the end in this jungle youll see some universal rules of how pathetic we are, as sad as it is, the ones that survive in here, will be ready to survive in pretty much any circumstance. \n\nSometimes the apathy and the arrogance of your prey will work in your favor, the key is never let yourself fall in the same mistake. The best way to be a successful predator in this world of madness is expecting the best of your enemy; most of the time they are as pathetic as you think, but if you do it right even the best of them are as human as yourself. Its funny that power becomes weakness, it makes me think that they have forgotten that their neck will bleed the same as mine, when my blade or my arrow take them to dawn, dont forget it if you want to live a prolonged life."}
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{"id": "637733c5-fefb-4aca-99f5-e4566737e93e-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:13:30.688", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeAZmq5pZaT5QgxzK9XYFyfTJ9VqpjnapMeQT1S3TuF3W", "txHash": "0x4152baa1d1901170fcb7f4d70ea1a73730c0da02721b1a8fa34efbeffc4be0a1", "createdAtBlock": 15323254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9256, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Agnes Dismantler of the Blue", "text": "# Agnes Dismantler of the Blue\n\n_\"When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.\"\nGeorge Bernard Shaw_\n\nMy title its not to give me any glory; on the contrary, its about making me the infamous destroyer of their pathetic legions of invaders. As dumb as it might sound a powerful but naive nation tried to take our lands, they were known for their powerfull navy, but parently they didnt know that they will be trying to take our dry lands. Our nation has all its wealth and forces about five thousand miles aways from the coast. Our power is in the depth of the sand and heat of the desert. Youll find the path between the shore to our bastions filled with the dead bodies of our enemies, some of them are the blue legions that have found their doom in my order.\n\nAll could have ended in that pathetic failure of them, but everything became more complex; and profitable to us, when their enemies saw in us some strategic allies, so after the sinking of their army we were in contact with every single nation that wanted them dead. At that moment I knew my legacy would be massive.\n\nMy victories started to hit the empire of the blue, as a strategist it was beautiful to see how my plans dismantled their bastions and wealth. To be honest it wasn't that hard, for a mind like mine and with the resources that I got with my new allies. Never get so many enemies, no matter how different they are from each other, they will find a strong reason to cooperate and take you down."}
{"id": "637733c5-fefb-4aca-99f5-e4566737e93e-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:13:30.688", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmeAZmq5pZaT5QgxzK9XYFyfTJ9VqpjnapMeQT1S3TuF3W", "txHash": "0x4152baa1d1901170fcb7f4d70ea1a73730c0da02721b1a8fa34efbeffc4be0a1", "createdAtBlock": 15323254, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9256, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Agnes Dismantler of the Blue", "text": "Until this moment you might think I was in the prime of my military life, but I was naive, never trust the ones that come so kind looking for a war. After that bloody campaign and I was coming home with victory I found my nation totally changed, saw how our main cities were conquered and how The State had started a conspiracy to the side of the new allies, to defeat anyone that spoke different from them. They took me as a prisoner but it was a matter of time to find a strategy to take me out.\n\nWell I escaped and I'm here for revenge, Agnes Dismantler of the Blue its just the start, Ill need a greater name after the bloodbath Im planning to make."}
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{"id": "48045ead-9823-4178-a096-1067a317a94b-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:21:25.91", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmaLDPQdMJ4bWoZ6eacdEGNdTeEfefM1Tz9sAa49GVRBGb", "txHash": "0x42ef9b743d35bb826aaa41839ccc6edc0d54667172f8d3a54788280e99d5ab50", "createdAtBlock": 15323286, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9259, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Drusilla Truncator of the Valley", "text": "Slowly I startarted going up in the status quo of the army, my relationship with the master commander started getting closer and warmer, at this point I was feeling that he was as in love as me, everything in my life seemed to be going well. But I wasnt planning to stop there, some people might say I became greedy even my loved commander agreed; they are right , but you only live once and Ill be as great as possible.\n\nIn the hierarchy of The Army of the Valley there are two master commanders before our king. One was my lover, who was in charge of the land, and the other one was a powerful mysterious old man that seemed to be a foreigner, but actually was a bastard from the grandfather of the actual king and with a list of many victories to our kingdom. He was the head of our navy and apparently also the head of our secret services. He was aware of my relationship with the master commander of the land, I hate him so much, he was always telling my commander that I would end his career and as much as I hate it, he was right. \n\nThe worst part, was that I was so busy that I didnt see how the advice of the master commander of the sea, was taking away my love, to the point that one day, he told me that didnt want me to be his woman anymore, that my greed was out of control,  he was tired of it and that he started to feel in danger near me. These words drive me crazy. I told him that it was the other commander messing with his mind that I was his real love and both should conspire to take him down.  He called me crazy and also asked me to leave his office and never see him again beyond our professional relationship."}
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{"id": "b2ff1f4a-786d-4dd8-98ff-7be8c459bc28-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-11T22:16:26.744", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQdzTaWFPVjaXJhjDnMnGziNjGJj2dMn8meFnbMEdnnTh", "txHash": "0x3b4ecfa11b52891a571f13d56aa11838ef51140fd2f917e986e427bced26bf38", "createdAtBlock": 15323266, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9257, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "https://www.forgottenrunes.com/static/img/forgotten-runes-logo.png", "name": "Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel", "text": "# Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel\n\n_Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees the others.\n-Aristotle -_\n\nI have always been a soldier, as correct and docil as you can imagine, great with the sword and shield but at the same time submissive to orders. It changed quickly when I saw how they buried my kind to their profit, the idyllic building of institutions, mainly the army (I have ever trusted the ones in power; not enough at least), the naivety of our honor and us  as their protectors, it all disappeared quickly. \n \nIt was really a change of paradigm for me, some people would go berzerk and get killed after doing something dumb, but thanks to my military formation, I knew how to calm my nerves and plan a retaliation to their treason, at least as a start, Im not that naive now, I know they deserve more missery for what they have done.\n \nBut now you might think, how did this submissive machine of war become a cold conspirator? Well thats the wonder of knowledge, sometimes you just see a use for what you have learned, but if you change the paradigm, youll see how it could be more useful; and sometimes more theatrical dangerous than that lame idiosyncrasy in following their empty orders. They might say Im wrong and defend their ways, but the truth is, that I have lost their ways with blood but their knowledge that I have learned, make them dream with our sword blinding their life and more importantly, their legacy and relevance. \n \nIm Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel and Im sure for anyone that has seen your treason, its impossible to think in justice without blood."}
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{"id": "fc8e537c-b666-46f0-80c6-ca730cdb4dce-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T10:06:46.483", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmcQpsgdDF6eMa6Cc8TgSPEnB4oCge9hXCW1R7mMCnRywW", "txHash": "0xaf73ac877335f529bafbca84afb3d9bff608efec19b03bdf3ab9b8a1b4030da8", "createdAtBlock": 15351746, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8783, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nuke Leveler of Robots", "text": "# Nuke Leveler of Robots\nThis curious Automata of unknown origins, who so proudly announces Itself \"programmed to level Robots\", will turn from friendly to hostile with no current known reason or rhyme, and as such should be approached with the utmost caution at all times until further notice.\n\nIt's worth noting Nuke appears to've had a head replacement at some point, the cause of which has yet to've been determined, as Nuke routinely appears to consciously never give the same explanation twice on this topic exclusively.\n\n Despite such, His Familiar has been observed serving as a toolbox of sorts with seemingly infinite interior space, has lead to not only speculation the surgery was self-performed...\n \n ...But that perhaps, there's more to Nuke than meets the eye..."}
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{"id": "fc3e2d28-a605-4af5-acac-4b0ee58706f3-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-16T22:59:07.904", "backgroundColor": "#7e0a04", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRsa3bJX2H3n6AWYW6JH76CSaAG4qRPsNbNSRiCBw9mmT", "txHash": "0xa412807c46051077973e5718fe3f3aef41e25a2e0a44cda724f59039b1f6f2ad", "createdAtBlock": 15355159, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3307, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Zoe Dispatcher of Honor", "text": "# Zoe, Dispatcher of Honor, and Kaida\n\nZoe travels the Runiverse meeting new people, hopefully in peace, but always ready to fight injustice or monsters wherever they may arise. Her trusty familiar, the hawk Kaida, is mostly content to hunt during adventures, but will aid Zoe in battle when needed.\n\nZoes sword, armor, and shield were enchanted in the Land of Mana to increase damage to and protection from Dark creatures and spells.\n\nZoe prefers to travel with at least one wizard companion since they can help each other fight particularly strong enemies. Although Zoe thinks a sword strike provides the fastest resolution to most battles, she has come to appreciate the spells of a wizard."}
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{"id": "2fdc0a74-782f-4cfb-9655-43937247007c-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-13T15:53:12.265", "backgroundColor": "#4f1c6f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaCyATm9KsiSGx3AHvfZgE7wz4Z6Ns4vX7q6MpQnnanF", "txHash": "0x413640231f49a9bf1f163bf7ad1d0987f5d2d8bec71f969f45b3f9d2e6cdac29", "createdAtBlock": 15527798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4337, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sita Conqueror of the Ruins", "text": "# All Conquered Out Warrior Seeks Kind and Caring Life Partner For Chilled Out Sundays and More\n#\nHello reader, I am Sita. I am a 29 year old conqueror originally from the mountains, but now hail from the Northern Grasslands. I enjoy spending my days off from work walking my dog through the toadstools, stopping along the way to puff on my pipe and eat snacks. Who doesn't like snacks!! If you don't like snacks then stop reading right now.\n\nAnyways, I travel a lot for work. I am a conqueror by the way, which sounds bad but trust me, some of those guys that met Betsey, deserved it. Betsey has been a big part of my life, she's always there when I need her most, she's sharp, quick, well balanced and most of all, she makes me look like a real badass. If you didn't already guess, Betsey is my Falchion, my sword, my work tool, and my bottle opener.\n\nWith me traveling a lot for work I have lost touch with most of my old friends. At first I didn't care, I just thought they were jealous of all the trophies I returned home with and how I was getting to see so much of the Runiverse. But as I have matured, I realised they went jellose, they were scared of what I had become. They stopped sending me owls and calling by my burrow when I was home. Thats when I got my dog, Jelly. Hes f'kn awesome, except when that sneaky lil fluffpot eats all my snacks! I like snacks, don't know if I mentioned it, but damm, give me snacks!."}
{"id": "2fdc0a74-782f-4cfb-9655-43937247007c-1", "createdAt": "2022-09-13T15:53:12.265", "backgroundColor": "#4f1c6f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaCyATm9KsiSGx3AHvfZgE7wz4Z6Ns4vX7q6MpQnnanF", "txHash": "0x413640231f49a9bf1f163bf7ad1d0987f5d2d8bec71f969f45b3f9d2e6cdac29", "createdAtBlock": 15527798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4337, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sita Conqueror of the Ruins", "text": "Sorry, I got snack tracked again. Once all my friends stopped, well, being my friend. I really started to get into walking. Most of the time I travel, its normally by elephant or whatever other beast we have enslaved, I rarely get to walk on my own two feet. (My feet are gorgeous by the way, if that's your thing.) Walking through the Toadstools really gave me a sense of being grounded and one with nature. Its hard to take in the surroundings at work, when me and Betsey are kicking ass and slaying douchebags. So its nice to leave Betsey at home sometimes when am back home and just watch the fairies in the trees and listen to the sounds of nature, rather than the sounds of cowards screaming. \n\nI guess I better cut to the chase. I know i'm not old, but i'm not a spring chicken either. Yum, I love chicken. Chicken snacks are the best! I need to find someone who wants some of the same things in life as me. Problem is, I don't even know what I want in life so how can I expect to find someone who is everything I want and more. Just for ease, I think I will make a list. Lists are efficient, efficiency is key. If your not efficient then don't even read my list, your already dead to me. \n\n## List of Desirable Qualities"}
{"id": "2fdc0a74-782f-4cfb-9655-43937247007c-2", "createdAt": "2022-09-13T15:53:12.265", "backgroundColor": "#4f1c6f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaCyATm9KsiSGx3AHvfZgE7wz4Z6Ns4vX7q6MpQnnanF", "txHash": "0x413640231f49a9bf1f163bf7ad1d0987f5d2d8bec71f969f45b3f9d2e6cdac29", "createdAtBlock": 15527798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4337, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sita Conqueror of the Ruins", "text": "##### 1. Must love snacks\n##### 2. Has a beard, not like a big fuck off Gandalf beard but more than a 5 o clock shadow if you know what I mean\n##### 3. Likes to go for walks, long ones, with a bag of snacks \n##### 4. Dosent mind that I like a good puff on my hash pipe and even better, puffs on my hash pipe with me. Who knows, maybe I'll have a puff on yours, if you play your cards right\n##### 5. Is not a vegan, well ok, some vegans will be considered, as long as your not one of these extremist vegans. Meat snacks are one of my favorite \n##### 6. Must love SNACKS\n##### 7. Doesn't get freaked out at the sight of blood, because sometimes when I get home from work, damm, my sari looks like a vampire used it as a bib \n##### 8. Knows how to swim, if you don't know how to swim, how have you survived this long in life. I mean you don't need to take part in the forgotten Olympics or anything, but I don't need to worry about saving your ass when we go to the beach\n##### 9. Eats breakfast, you gotta have breakfast. You gotta eat lunch and dinner too. Then you gotta eat all those little tasty bites in between, they're called snacks. Snacks are my favorite\n##### 10. Knows how to change a lightbulb\n##### 11. Drinks beer, not like an alcoholic or anything, but damm, I love me an ice cold sudd\n##### 12. Likes dogs. I will always put Jelly first, you best be alright with this, if not, you know where the door is"}
{"id": "2fdc0a74-782f-4cfb-9655-43937247007c-3", "createdAt": "2022-09-13T15:53:12.265", "backgroundColor": "#4f1c6f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaCyATm9KsiSGx3AHvfZgE7wz4Z6Ns4vX7q6MpQnnanF", "txHash": "0x413640231f49a9bf1f163bf7ad1d0987f5d2d8bec71f969f45b3f9d2e6cdac29", "createdAtBlock": 15527798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4337, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sita Conqueror of the Ruins", "text": "##### 13. I don't know how many times I said it now, but, you must like snacks, OK!!!\n##### 14. Dosent drink fluffy coffee, you know, asks for syrup and shit in there. Coffee should taste like coffee, adding sugar and frilly syrpes is a crime. If you need sweetness in there, then you should stick to your Kool-Aid \n##### 15. Is not a fussy eater, I ain't got time for you to be telling me I don't like this and I don't like that. Stop being a food terrioist and fucking eat it. Also, you better bring me snacks \n#"}
{"id": "2fdc0a74-782f-4cfb-9655-43937247007c-4", "createdAt": "2022-09-13T15:53:12.265", "backgroundColor": "#4f1c6f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdaCyATm9KsiSGx3AHvfZgE7wz4Z6Ns4vX7q6MpQnnanF", "txHash": "0x413640231f49a9bf1f163bf7ad1d0987f5d2d8bec71f969f45b3f9d2e6cdac29", "createdAtBlock": 15527798, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4337, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sita Conqueror of the Ruins", "text": "Congratulations to you if you're still here after reading my list. I know I must sound like an absolute psycho, but that's because I am an absolute psycho. Damm, I'm not selling myself well here but, hey, at least I am honest. If you think you're the kinda person I need in my life, then hit me up. I'm a pretty open minded kinda warrior so I'll hear you out. \n#\nP.s If you talk about snacks, I am all yours."}
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{"id": "a1d09883-30b4-4352-9e79-37d744be2330-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-20T22:21:48.169", "backgroundColor": "#973004", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSSdxM2HiGfsFYAEjyGhXABecZwEJpCgvxBhxdnaPfupr", "txHash": "0x85de2a489335cf94fa85f9af0812e7c6cea3e72ff67c96436de9227c9337da90", "createdAtBlock": 15380222, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1889, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmc487a1c1NPomVZaFrDiyxLp1bECPFFzt3NgJpzJ4qHnP", "name": "Enchanter Zorko of the Marsh", "text": "# Enchanter Zorko of the Marsh\n\nWhen I first opened my eyes, I couldnt remember much. Not my name, nor where I came from. But I had an inner fire raging about Magic.\n\nThe small village next to the lake was alive with excitement. People were running around in celebration that another Dream Master had awoken. They found me in the woods laying against a tree. They said that a bright red Phoenix was perched on a branch just above me. And when they came closer to check on me, this beautiful bird flew off. In its wake, one of its feathers floated down and landed on my lap.\n\nSome time has passed since then, and I have grown to love this new world I find myself in.\n\nEverywhere I go, the common people are amazed by my whimsical magic. Making a coin appear behind ones ear, pulling an apple from what looked like an empty bag,  youd think from the reaction that I had solved world hunger. The crowds ignite in awe and wonder as they gather around to watch. \n\nMy favorite trick is what the feather can do. It burns bright, but it does not char what it touches. Its completely harmless! The little children lose themselves in its warm embrace and cry for more after my little dance is over. \n\nWhen my tricks are done and Im ready to go, I like to play one last game, Tag. I get a little bit of a head start, and the first one to touch my cape wins! The only thing is, I havent been caught yet!"}
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{"id": "f188e78d-82d0-42bf-a4d8-84c405fffd5c-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-21T02:01:32.011", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU5su9WJ33XzpS6R7GZtnvztHCitbP2GmeSSBKB1RduiH", "txHash": "0x283c2944318f27007a50c325d83b0147152a9cf1fbef7e1cb3e8de897217d7a8", "createdAtBlock": 15381209, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3971, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmco6tyh53MvaVkw73F2pgfxpUdfpsTqkSdnC4LeSU25Y2", "name": " Solomon of the Toadstools", "text": "# Not Dead Yet\n\nBlue wizards know their technology. Sol more intimately than most. \n\n\nHe had sensed that something was off with Tes as soon as she started driving him home from the Bastion 3 moons ago. \n\n\nSomeone, or something, had tried to kill him with his own car. \n\n\nUnfortunately for them, he (and Ooboo) are exceedingly difficult to kill and now hunger for revenge. \n\nFirst, Sol must reunite with Sondra, who definitelyyyy didn't just try to kill him... right??"}
{"id": "f7045157-3bd1-4b04-839d-9e5532ef3396-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-21T21:19:19.964", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfB3AVN4C1eVsKCcnWQuGv2nt6bjeTi49FkwKc3viWmnf", "txHash": "0x367f402fc47ed3e7352e54b7b4b0feddd16def4b8b064548c563539decee437c", "createdAtBlock": 15386296, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 364, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Wild Mage Samuel of the Villa", "text": "# The Lore of Wild Mage Samuel of the Villa\n\nThe arcane arts came naturally to Samuel and he grew strong enough fast. On a day of no particular importance, he decided to break himself out of his cell. Along with Will and Blinky, Samuel was able to overpower the guards until the chief Warden arrived. A tough battle ensued where Will was grievously injured. As his final act, Will used a powerful spell to buy Samuel enough time to escape."}
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{"id": "564ecced-39f2-4664-ab35-cd49c6f05ed3-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-14T02:31:35.249", "backgroundColor": "#393f2e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmapH6hS1djFycwdFxgVAr17f1SfatfvKZW6fon9wgQx2D", "txHash": "0xd4b2b9e8ad773817af6adcd656b17d15994e15bb30c5e20b7e6c1f728a453d3c", "createdAtBlock": 15530494, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3402, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Darrel Beheader of Chickens", "text": "# Darrel - Beheader of Chickens\n\nThis brute warrior once fought for his land\n\nHe won many battles, without lifting the hilt\n\nNot a soul, but the forgotten had seen it used\n\nHis trusty friend lie engrafted to his hand \n\nA voice from below cried, \"forgive me, my lord!\"\n\nOff with his head \n\nNot a moment to spare\n\nThe beasts need feeding, and \n\n-\n\nDarrel's chicken farm is hidden deep in a mysterious land that only the Kobolds know of. @warrior10365 brings balance to his friend and is often found at his side. The two run a Kobold Cartel that champions discernment and justice for their brothers in yello....errr....green."}
{"id": "d077e6ee-5727-4ef9-94d0-cc50174ba6ad-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-22T11:01:21.537", "backgroundColor": "#191d7e", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qme35XEvScihiDH55SGpCZhSHoHqg4GAZKd8pW8cPZcfwA", "txHash": "0x5327e3c48f259c39980dda01a9cb5de2b4182eb004ab46ecc7fe4b7f9e6611c8", "createdAtBlock": 15389865, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4480, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmcCuXXM7iE6qvHnZVL4KCmJy3Kp1BTxD9wuQYJuxUSi3y", "name": "Callahan of all that is Holy", "text": "# Callahan of all that is Holy\n\n \n\nToday Callahan makes a double toast to the elegantly rich flavors of a Goat Grasslands Champagne Ham. Goat Grasslands has been making sausages and smoking hams since Lenora's Lighthouse was built many suns ago, and they havent lost an ounce of their impressive craftsmanship over the years. \n```\n\n```\nSlowly smoked with natural hickory wood chips, this savory meat is steeped in Asphodel Meadows Brut Champenoise, a sparkling wine from the outer pools of the Bloodfalls adjacent to Asphodel Meadows, for three days. It is then lathered in a tantalizing glaze of pineapple juice and brown sugar, so appetizing that even Callahan's Golden Jaguar is eager to dress his latest victim with the same tangy essence. \n```\n\n```\nChampagne Ham. Even a modest bite of this lush meat allows the aroma and flavor of pungent chardonnay grapes to shine through. In fact, the salt flavor that often dominates ham cannot be found at allonly fruity, sweet wine undertones.\n```\n\n```\nMade exclusively for Warriors, Goat Grasslands hams will be sold for battle purposes and are available until they are sold out. The Champagne Ham weighs between 20 and 40 pounds and comes bone-in. If you are looking for a ham that tastes as exquisite as wine, and can knock out a wizard in one velvety ham swing, this one is a true champion."}
{"id": "f3c3623b-5a30-4d7d-a63d-2488eda3d201-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T06:33:15.9", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPkCeVMCk9gFNJbxg88rggcGEA75TYmgehG8BZmUTFeW6", "txHash": "0x29e1631d89d19994bd188e0fdd8164b1b3550b39ce2cac30092771c3a80457aa", "createdAtBlock": 15395055, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12950, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Dayo Savior of Joy", "text": "# Dayo Savior of Joy\n\n\nDayo wandered the realm searching for the thrill of battle. She encountered @warrior12949 who trained her to become the most fearsome warrior.\n\nThey traveled the lands together, picking up worthy allies in @warrior728 and @warrior727.\n\nThe companions accepted a quest from the **King** of Kings.\n\n>Venture forth and vanquish the tyranny that lay in the depths of the demon lands.\n\nThe King said.\n\nThe four traveled to the gates of hell. They carried with them a magic artifact said to be crafted by @wizard0 themself. The party made up their minds, steeled their will, and invaded the abyss.\n\nThey fought for 4 fortnites, slaying all demons that impeded their quest. Until they finally reached **the demon's** layer. \n\n***Dayo guarded*** @warrior12949 ***as he worked. She slayed so many demons that the ground before her lay soaked in demon blood. Seeing this enraged The Demon allowing Dayo to lure him into their trap, ensnaring him in a circle of brilliant white light.*** \n\n***As the demon fell the Rune of Water was etched into Dayo's mind.***\n\nWhen the party returned to the King's realm they were greeted with a fantastic celebration. The King rewarded the adventurers with a name.\n\nFrom that day forth the party became known as... \n\n>**Ruin Demon**"}
{"id": "8582b325-6d15-4b5d-bd9f-28d3e947e759-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T06:34:39.917", "backgroundColor": "#350300", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbgMtJMhpsiTModw7gNawQWHa8LZ9bZupgkhDcXh3KBQE", "txHash": "0x7cc5aad41b06c0d24116950dc14999e0b307fae61bd5c9a364339660cc0870cd", "createdAtBlock": 15395058, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 728, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Velox Attacker of Devils", "text": "# Velox Attacker of Devils\n\n\nVelox wandered the realm searching for adventure. He encountered @warrior727. The two became fast friends, often competing against one another, always trying to outdo each other in increasingly outrageous competition.\n\nThey traveled the lands together, picking up worthy allies in @warrior12950 and @warrior12949.\n\nThe companions accepted a quest from the **King** of Kings.\n\n>Venture forth and vanquish the tyranny that lay in the depths of the demon lands.\n\nThe King said.\n\nThe four traveled to the gates of hell. They carried with them a magic artifact said to be crafted by @wizard0 themself. The party made up their minds, steeled their will, and invaded the abyss.\n\nThey fought for 4 fortnites, slaying all demons that impeded their quest. Until they finally reached **The Demon's** layer. \n\n***Velox charged in with no fear. He exchanged blows with The Demon, buying time for*** @warrior12949 ***to prepare. Suddenly, The Demon cast a dark spell, causing Velox to lose his sight and hearing. Velox was battered about by The Demon until*** @warrior727 ***jumped to his aid.***\n\n***As the demon fell the Rune of Fire was emblazoned upon Velox's mind.***\n\nWhen the party returned to the King's realm they were greeted with a fantastic celebration. The King rewarded the adventurers with a name.\n\nFrom that day forth the party became known as... \n\n>**Ruin Demon**"}
{"id": "203f864d-28a8-440d-a5dc-1d70805227b5-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T17:54:22.16", "backgroundColor": "#0a2c2c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfL97ycMHjT1Y93BXioJRXyT6budFEAvb1E7WVxg7Cauc", "txHash": "0x0b7a4f8636b00f8ecfddbe41a8bd729d60442d99f77b3cdef7477fafd41f6a9c", "createdAtBlock": 15398086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12260, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTahZ7Tkb6wTNmJ4TNAMa8QC3PHBq28CTNdVhXLxqDBsw", "name": "Sharon Armageddon of Pain", "text": "# Sharon\nwas born in a farmer's family outside the big city.\nShe had a hardworking life on the farm, and it got even worse when her father died when the whole area was robbed by starving people from the suburbs of the big city.\nShe had to keep the farm running on her own since her mother was not able to work on the field anymore and her little sisters were too young."}
{"id": "203f864d-28a8-440d-a5dc-1d70805227b5-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-23T17:54:22.16", "backgroundColor": "#0a2c2c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfL97ycMHjT1Y93BXioJRXyT6budFEAvb1E7WVxg7Cauc", "txHash": "0x0b7a4f8636b00f8ecfddbe41a8bd729d60442d99f77b3cdef7477fafd41f6a9c", "createdAtBlock": 15398086, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 12260, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmTahZ7Tkb6wTNmJ4TNAMa8QC3PHBq28CTNdVhXLxqDBsw", "name": "Sharon Armageddon of Pain", "text": "It was after three years of drought and another robbery by thieves when she decided to give up the farm and leave her family. Sharon moved to the city to earn at least a little bit of money. While the life on the farm was hard work, she was not prepared for the city life, what almost broke her.\nIt was a normal, boring day at the bar when an old man entered the room. There was magic around him, but it was hard to tell what it was. It was late at night, almost sunrise, when it was only them at the bar, when he took off his coat and a sword came to the light. It looked like an ordinary sword, but Sharon knew that this was the magic she felt, and the stranger saw it on her face. It already was late, but the stranger wanted one last drink before heading out again. But there was no more wine behind the bar, so Sharon went to the cellar to get another one, she liked the stranger or was it something else? When she came back with the last bottle of wine, she found, the stranger was gone ... but leaving the sword behind. Sharon didn't know what to do, so she grabbed it to put it away ... but it was this moment when all of her body was filled with magic and the sword started to shine in all the wonderful colors of the rainbow. It was this night when Sharon was last seen at the bar. She now fights for the people she left behind, for the end of greed and poverty, for a better world - an endless and exhausting fight. But soon she discovers she was not on her own in this fight ..."}
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{"id": "37fc6fac-a728-4fb9-ae84-9df8c09d0598-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:54.422", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXPm5EB2TWoZBdaveWMyjaq4G6uLs7SskRkZzeDdaJU71", "txHash": "0x0e642f1a8197be3455d0d84e601fc629160d05ff058e4c3f8b1e49524a7506d2", "createdAtBlock": 14070673, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4368, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Faye of the Wood", "text": "# The Lore of Conjurer Faye of the Wood\n\n\"Faye, wake up.  Today is an important day, and you can't be late.\"\n\nFaye sat up in bed and cleared the dream master dust from her eyes.\n\n\"Are you prepared for your ritual?\"  \n\n\"Yes mother.\"\n\n\"Did you prepare all your reagants?\"\n\n\"Yes mother.\"\n\n\"Have you practiced your invocation?\"\n\n\"Yes mother.\"\n\n\"Great.  Now get your robe on and get some breakfast.  The ceremony begins in two spans, and I won't have you ruining your familiar's unveiling because you overslept.\"\n\n\"Will father be there?\"\n\n\"Yes... Yes, I am afraid he will be.\"\n\nFaye's family occupies a unique place in their society.  They are not royalty, but are greeted with deference by king and commoner alike.  They are a family of conjurers, whose ancient bloodline has been used in service of the common good for centuries.   It is not a responsibility the family takes lightly--least of which her father--and when each member comes of age, they must perform their summoning ritual before the entire city.  Today is Faye's conjuring day.\n\nFaye approaches the clearing in the center of the town, and begins arranging her reagants and preparing them for use.  Feeling the weight of the town's gaze acutely and hearing their low conversation like a roar in her ears, she clears her throat.  At last the moment arrived, and with a voice of iron resolve, she began.:\n\n\"Beneath the rune of Pluto, I invoke thee!\"\n\n\"By the four kings I invoke thee!\"\n\n\"With the death of the eternal rose I invoke thee!\""}
{"id": "37fc6fac-a728-4fb9-ae84-9df8c09d0598-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:19:54.422", "backgroundColor": null, "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXPm5EB2TWoZBdaveWMyjaq4G6uLs7SskRkZzeDdaJU71", "txHash": "0x0e642f1a8197be3455d0d84e601fc629160d05ff058e4c3f8b1e49524a7506d2", "createdAtBlock": 14070673, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4368, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Conjurer Faye of the Wood", "text": "\"With the death of the eternal rose I invoke thee!\"\n\nIn a single deft movement, Faye slashed her left hand and placed both her palms down on the edge of her summoning circle.  A flash of light, the whiff of shadow, and a dense fog fill the square.  Faye, aching with anticipation, strained her eyes to see what magical creature she had pulled from the aether.  Sphinxes and Cockatrices were not uncommon in her family, and she prayed for something at least as respectable as that.  Her father would accept nothing less.\n\nBoing...boing....boing...."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "# Chapter 1: On the shores of Atlantas Pool\nHagar sent his familiar Nymph scurrying into Atlantas Pool. It dove into the deep blue waters; Hagar watched as the albino aqua-rat disappeared into the depths, then he spoke to @wizard3922.\n\nCome, Richard Starkey, Nymph will join us at the portal. The Arch-Magician nodded and the pair set off along the shore of the desert lake; they had agreed to use Isaacs alias until they were safely in the Halls of Atlantis. @wizard3904 spies were unlikely to be this far south, but it was hard to be sure how far her network extended. \n\nIsaac was the Temples most proficient star-reader, yet despite this Soya had managed to stage a coup without him being aware of her intentions. Somehow, Soya and her followers had isolated the Temple itself from Isaac and his magic. The Celestials must be a formidable force, thought Hagar, to have displaced the powerful Arch-Magician from his seat of power. Hagar imagined his father would want to know every detail before agreeing to back Isaac. Hagar, too, was interested to learn more. So far, Isaac had remained tight-lipped about events at the Temple.\n\nThe trip across the BattleMage Mountains had taken far longer than anticipated, as it had been difficult to find a guide from the mountain folk willing to lead them. There was talk that one of the Battle Mages who ran the local trade routes had been killed by a giant golden dragon. The beast was supposedly still at large somewhere, putting everyone on edge. They had been forced to travel almost as far as the coast of Kelpies Bay before finding someone both sane and seemingly honest who was willing to take them to Chronomancers Riviera."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Yet despite their own delays, Louis had still not returned from The Sacred Pillars. Hagar worried about what had become of his cousin, but they could wait no longer before heading to Atlantis. The Celestials could not be allowed to maintain their control over the Temple and continue to spread their malevolent influence.\n\nBut between The Sacred Pillars and Atlantis, Isaac would have two formidable allies. Hagar just had to convince his father to send Atlantis forces onto dry land for the first time in a thousand years\n\n# \n\nDate palms hung over the narrow split in the rocky outcrop on the dune slopes, bringing instant cool relief as they followed a tinkling stream into the shadows. Round pebbles covered the bed of the stream; occasionally a group would crackle and knock together, sending tiny glowing ripples outwards.\n\nIn the recesses of the crevice, a smooth boulder was embedded in the rock, different rune symbols etched into its surface. \n\nAtlantas Portal, whispered Hagar reverently.\n\nIndeed, smiled Isaac. So how do we open it?\n\nThe wizards did not have to wait long before Nymph came scurrying up behind them carrying a hand-sized metallic disc in her mouth, her white fur slick with water.\n\nHagar stooped to accept the disc from his familiar and placed it against the rock. The Rune of Jupiter glowed in the metal of the disc, and its companion rune symbol on the rock mirrored the effect. When Hagar removed the disc, undercurrents of purple, blue, and white began to swirl just below the surface of the stone, slowly emerging from the boulder in radiant streams. The light flowed, spinning and growing until a shimmering spiral of colour stood before the wizards: the portal to Atlantis."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Youre going to need this, Hagar said to the Arch-Magician, forming the Kelpies Fury water spell between his palms. He stretched the ball of water between his palms, distending it into a hollow bubble. Lifting his hands above the Arch-Magician, Hagar brought the bubble down slowly to envelope Isaacs head. He nodded to Isaac and stepped up to the portal, motioning for him to follow. \n# Chapter 2: A life aquatic\nStepping through the portal, the wizards were enveloped by salty water and lost control of their limbs. They started to swim forward, sinking slowly to the floor of the underwater antechamber. The bubble around Isaacs head wobbled as he looked around him. The surface of the bubble would keep drawing oxygen from the water, allowing the Arch-Magician to breathe so long as Hagar maintained the spell.\n\nWhile they had discarded their heavy cloaks just before arriving at Atlantas Pool, the water still dragged at their clothing as they moved sluggishly through the antechamber and into a long corridor.  Hagars feet touched the floor, but then drifted slowly upwards. Nymph swam excitedly around them before scooting ahead. Hagar signalled Isaac to stay still and exhaled, dropping down to his knees so that he could trace his fingers over the Arch-Magicians heels. He then touched his own feet, feeling them grow instantly heavier, allowing him to walk ponderously down the water-filled hallway."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Shortly, the Hydromancer stopped at a door, which slid upwards silently when he placed his hand against it. Nymph zipped past them as they stepped into a small space that ended abruptly in another door. As soon as the first door closed behind them, the level of water began to drop slowly. Once their heads were in the pocket of air above the water, Hagar could feel the streams of air flushing into the small chamber, maintaining the pressure. He released the bubble around Isaacs head.\n\nIts been so long since my last visit, I had almost forgotten about this, smiled the Arch-Magician. This next part is my favourite! As the last of the water drained away, the streams of air latched onto the two men and the rat, lifting them bodily off the floor as the moisture was sucked off them. The flows lessened, setting them gently back down. Isaac tried to smooth down his beard, which had puffed up like a surprised woodland creature.\n\nThe second door slid open and Hagar stepped into the cavernous entrance hall of the palace, then ushered the Arch-Magician past him. The far wall was entirely transparent, looking out into the ocean depths, where the darkness was illuminated by a galaxy of luminous creatures, their forms and movements so different from animals on land that they seemed to come from another planet.\n\nIsaac stood for a moment, taking in the scene reverently.\n\nImagine what the Celestials would make of this, Hagar, he whispered."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-4", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Imagine what the Celestials would make of this, Hagar, he whispered.\n\nThe magic of the deep would no doubt be a terrifying prospect for those that have eyes only for the stars, High-Priest, said Hagar, adopting his courtly manners now that he was back under his fathers roof. The ancient water-binder had ruled the seas as far back as anyone could remember. He had always been a stickler for formality, and his emphasis on Hagars stately bearing had only grown stronger over time.\n\nA high-pitched, nasal voice rang out from the other side of the high-ceilinged chamber. Ah, Prince Hagar! We expected you some time ago. Your father is not in a very forgiving mood Im afraid, my Lord. Most vexed, most vexed indeed!\n\nHagar smiled to himself and turned, watching the distant figure approaching them over the lush carpet, as elegantly as he was able on his large, webbed feet.\n\nIts been far too long, Alopias, I fear you all must think me terribly rude, the Hydromancer called, his voice echoing around the hall. \n\nThe small mans saucer-like eyes grew even larger, seeming to take over his entire face, as he wobbled to a stop in front of hagar. His smooth, bald head shrank backwards, long spines standing on end to expose the fleshy webs of the crest running from the top of his forehead over the middle of his scalp, down to the base of his skull. The gill slits on his neck pulsated frantically.\n\nOh no, not at all my Prince. Most certainly not! Never rude! Im sure you have excellent reasons for the delay I do hope so? The King *certainly* expects some Alopias trailed off with a start as he noticed the Arch-Magician for the first time."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-5", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Oh dear me I do apologise, good wizard. Spawning season has everyone in such a commo The manservant cut himself off abruptly, looking aghast. His crest drooped, and he curled his long, splayed toes nervously in the carpet, wide eyes flicking back and forth between the Prince and the Arch-Magician.\n\nHagar inclined his head slightly, giving the man a coaxing look.\n\nI uh I mean that is Alopias blinked, then shook himself and cleared his throat self-consciously. His gills sealed themselves and he began to suck in a deep breath, his neck swelling up into a bulbous, bright red sack as big as his head. \n\nWhen he spoke again, his voice rang deep and true: His Esteemed Royal Highness, Sovereign Protector of the Oceans, Conjurer of Storms, Master of the Waves, Hurricane of the Deep, King Dawonoti of the Fifteenth Cycle, welcomes you to these hallowed and ancient halls, and grants you leave to enter the realm of Atlantis! May the weight of the water mould your thoughts, and the lights of the abyss guide your path as you\n\nHagar clapped his hands together. Brilliant introduction, Alopias, as always! I see youve added a couple more titles there. Fantastic work, Im sure father approves. Shall we go see him then?\n\nAlopias quickly wiped the look of disappointment from his face, smoothed his throat pouch back into place, and bobbed his head, then turned to Isaac. If you please, good wizard, follow us to the air-breathing Throne Room. The King will see you shortly."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-6", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Isaac hefted his Midas Rod, nodded to Hagar, and together they followed Alopias from the room to plead the Arch-Magicians case to King Dawonoti.\n# Chapter 3: Strands of possibilities\nHagar slapped his palm against the transparent wall of the hall in an uncharacteristic loss of composure. A bulbous fish, startled by the vibrations, flashed luminously and puffed itself up indignantly, before subsiding and swimming off into the darkness \n\nWhy wont he see reason? I just dont understand it!\n\nThe Arch-Magician patted him on the shoulder. The weight of a thousand years of tradition sits on your fathers shoulders, my boy. I do not blame him for not wanting to involve himself in dryland affairs. The policy has served him well in the past. To tell you the truth, I foresaw as much in my Midas Rod.\n\nHagar looked at him incredulously. What? Why did you not tell me that before? What has been the purpose of this entire mission, then?\n\nIsaac hesitated. I saw no reason to burden you with the possibility of failure. Foresight is not an exact science; the actions taken by others can have momentous consequences and I am not the only wizard who seeks to pluck at the same strands of possibilities. We are all simply trying to coax out the tunes that play in our minds, to see them take shape in the physical realm. There is another who picks at the strings at this very moment a Thaumaturge named Akron. I must say, he is quite impressive."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-7", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "The Arch-Magician paused, walking over to the glass wall to gaze out at the fantastical creatures, before continuing. He would have been a mighty ally for sure, but all hope does not hinge on your father, my boy. I believe that the Thaumaturges plans may turn to our advantage. It is even possible that he is the one who delayed your cousin Louis. Besides if Im not mistaken, a band of our own approaches.\n\nAs Isaac finished speaking, the door at the far end of the hall burst open. A tall Atlantean wearing an armoured breastplate of black, streaked with brilliant turquoise, rushed towards Hagar. Her streamlined helmet took the form of two waves that swept back on either side of her head, almost meeting at the rear. In her right hand, she carried a short throwing spear tipped with a venomous-looking spine.\n\nPrince Hagar, sir! The warrior snapped to attention. The Blackwater Guard is ready to answer your call.\n\nHagar strode over to where the warrior stood. I issued no call, Indaliai. That would be treason. I do not disobey Him by going alone, but He expressly forbade the forces of Atlantis to set foot on dry land without His approval. I cannot I will not carry the Guards lives in my hand."}
{"id": "0a89d96c-0db4-42e1-8891-b967edd55633-8", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:02.504", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmWyZLLK6gmMrsM4rFGxw9Yw6U1vjDW4PprsuzEQVtKFFK", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7935, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXuQ7khL3KXWUEQq1F3cxm12TSu441QwdAJVgYutB67Rm", "name": "Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis", "text": "Indaliai smiled defiantly. Our lives are not so large that we cant carry the weight in our own hands, my Prince. Where you go, we follow. Every one of us is ready to accept the consequences; your hands will be free to wield Kelpies Fury. She half-knelt, stamping the butt of her spear twice on the thick carpet with muffled thuds. In response, a rolling wave of sound began to rise from the corridor beyond the open door. As Indaliai straightened up, the Blackwater Guard streamed into the hall, fanning out into ranks behind their Captain. Every warrior wore the same look of grim determination.\n\nExcellent, Isaac smiled, resting a hand on the princes shoulder. If we leave now, we may be able to harmonise the melodies.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "24e8223f-f54b-4797-9f1c-04f3cd31c816-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:03.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUH8U56fPVVdAFVAG4TyV7qF9TvBEGsMHNRVoG1yNXfaa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 291, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQU4fffH5RScA26W6S7pdJy1SCuXvveNYLzPCwawZRiNB", "name": "Shaman Celah of the Mist", "text": "In a dingy hut in the depths of the Vampyre Mist, Shaman Celah scribbled vigorously on parchment by the soft green glow of his emerald staff, which he had propped against the table. Outside, the wind howled, battering at the rickety structure. \n \n*Not the most luxurious writers retreat, but then needs must,* he thought.\n \nCelah knew that the Lord of the Void, @wizard4298, held an uneasy treaty with the vampires of the Mist, so he would be reluctant to enter their domain uninvited. This was why Celah had hurriedly returned to his homeland, despite the haunting memories and the dangers he faced here; vampires were notorious for holding eternal grudges against anyone who escaped their clutches. \n \nNevertheless, Celah would rather take his chances with a bunch of bloodsuckers than with a deranged cyborg who could shift between the worlds of the living and the dead, and who harboured a vendetta against Blue Wizards. Especially Blue Wizards who accidentally uncovered that cyborgs plots and were then foolish enough to publish their findings!\n \nPerhaps Isaac could have helped, but the Arch-Magician had vanished after the rebellion at the Temple. Celah certainly did not believe the official reports that Isaac had been executed for betraying the temple. @wizard3904 religious fanatics were known across the realm for concocting whatever reality suited their agenda. Yet her influence had been growing these past years and the Celestials had swelled their ranks."}
{"id": "24e8223f-f54b-4797-9f1c-04f3cd31c816-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:03.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUH8U56fPVVdAFVAG4TyV7qF9TvBEGsMHNRVoG1yNXfaa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 291, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQU4fffH5RScA26W6S7pdJy1SCuXvveNYLzPCwawZRiNB", "name": "Shaman Celah of the Mist", "text": "On his travels, Celah had seen the results of the troubles their travelling preachers were able to stir up. It wasnt hard to start a panic among the Rudimentals about the dangers of magic, while there seemed to be a new wave of wizards who held nothing but disdain for the old ways. Fuelled by religious rhetoric, there was a wave of sentiment sweeping the land, turning the masses against magic-makers who kept familiars, or communed with the arcane powers and the natural world.\n \nCelah got up, stretched, and moved over to the small fireplace, stoking the coals. Then he returned to his desk and began to read over the last paragraphs of the letter he had written:\n \n @wizard3922 *was ever a conscientious and benevolent leader. He kept the Temple in harmony with the rest of our kind, seeking to work alongside other beliefs. He sought the Divine in all aspects of magic  from the glories of the Astral Plane to the arcane ways of the Druids, even sharing peace meals with Necromancers.*\n \n*Yet now the Celestials set themselves apart from the rest of the wizarding world. They seek to raise themselves above us  to convince wizard and Rudimental alike that their High Priestess is the link between the physical realm and the Divinity; that her proclamations come directly from a higher power.*"}
{"id": "24e8223f-f54b-4797-9f1c-04f3cd31c816-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:03.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUH8U56fPVVdAFVAG4TyV7qF9TvBEGsMHNRVoG1yNXfaa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 291, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQU4fffH5RScA26W6S7pdJy1SCuXvveNYLzPCwawZRiNB", "name": "Shaman Celah of the Mist", "text": "*Despite the declarations of this pretender on the Temples throne, I can not bring myself to believe that Isaac is dead. Where he might be, though, I must confess I have no idea. Be that as it may, we cannot allow the Celestials free reign across the Runiverse. Already, battalions of the Hands of the Havens branch out from their territory, hunting down Shamans and other animists. I have also heard reports that they seek to infiltrate the Atheneum and the Druids of the Hollow. I fear they will move on to deem other things unholy, too.*\n \n*With the backing of the Blue Wizards, we may be able to find Isaac and convince others to join us in the fight to reinstate him to the Temple and bring Archmagus Soya to justice.*\n \n*A respected figure like you should approach the Blue Council to make the case for declaring against this new order. You still hold weight with the Council, despite our disputes with Scryer Apollo and others in the past; I trust in your wisdom to bring enough of the councillors to our side. I fear you were correct from the beginning; Apollo is definitely hiding things and it is troublesome that he continues to lead the Council. I have uncovered further inconsistencies about Voidoths origins since we last communicated, but lacking hard proof, I will not put them in writing just yet.*\n \n*For my part, I must lay low for a time. I can feel the Voidlords cold breath at my back. When I have the chance, I plan to travel to the Elders of*  The Sacred Pillars *to ask for their aid  they were always good friends to the Arch-Magician. I am not sure if all this news has made it to the Bastion, but there are mysterious forces at work in* The Thorn*, and* Frog Master Marsh *continues to wilt and decay.*"}
{"id": "24e8223f-f54b-4797-9f1c-04f3cd31c816-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:03.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUH8U56fPVVdAFVAG4TyV7qF9TvBEGsMHNRVoG1yNXfaa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 291, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQU4fffH5RScA26W6S7pdJy1SCuXvveNYLzPCwawZRiNB", "name": "Shaman Celah of the Mist", "text": "*Conflict is upon us and worse is to follow, but though we have long been separated, I still feel the touch of your magic. Even if we are destined to be apart, know that you will always be in my thoughts.*\n \n*Yours always,*\n \n*Celah*\n \nLeaning back from his writing, he wiped a tear from his cheek. Not for the first time, he lamented his own lack of power, which prevented him from contacting Ozohr more directly than any Rudimental might. A lot hinged on whether Celahs previous letter about the Sacred Flames had reached Ozohr, and whether he had managed to spread the research to other scholars so that something could be done to stop these awful transmutations. While @wizard3917 was a stubborn old fool, there were others who were sure to recognise the threat against Blue Wizard Bastion.\n \nRubbing his temples, Celah brought his thoughts back to his present position, making a mental check of the wardings he had put in place around the hut. Everything was secure. \n \nAt the very least, the spells should keep out the vampires. He tested the point of one of the sharpened stakes that lay on the counter with his thumb. Magic was all well and fine, but one could never be too prepared. Vampires could be tricky often the magic just seemed to *slip off them*. Sometimes a good staking was your best bet. \n \nWhen daylight returned, he would send the letter with @warrior6897. So long as the goblins pockets were well weighted with gold, and there was the promise of more upon delivery, he could be counted on, and Celah knew all too well that the local Transporters could not be trusted with such delicate information. Once the letter was on its way, Celah would set off to The Sacred Pillars."}
{"id": "24e8223f-f54b-4797-9f1c-04f3cd31c816-4", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:27:03.367", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUH8U56fPVVdAFVAG4TyV7qF9TvBEGsMHNRVoG1yNXfaa", "txHash": "0xa9f1c014afd0fe301779ac42728aca4c9fbcbee2b3426baa5e1c1fd0f14b2041", "createdAtBlock": 15435155, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 291, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQU4fffH5RScA26W6S7pdJy1SCuXvveNYLzPCwawZRiNB", "name": "Shaman Celah of the Mist", "text": "## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-0", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "# Chapter 1: Signs of chaos\nPushing his thick spectacles up to the bridge of his nose, Lux scanned the ancient scroll, murmuring to himself under his breath as he read over Bastian Bluemongers journal entry for the thousandth time. He was sure he was missing something  that there was some hidden meaning within the text\n\nWith a huff of exasperation he slammed his quill down on the desk, startling Lunor, who gave a squawk and flapped up into the rafters, from where he cawed indignantly at the wizard. Lux shrugged apologetically up at the crow, then turned from the scroll to a heavy, brass-bound book. Embossed on the leather cover in thick golden lettering were the words *Kronikells of the Sevin Relms*.\n\nLux grunted as he heaved the book open; the front half slammed down onto the desk in an explosion of dust. Lux spluttered, wafting the dust away from his face, and stared at the artists illustration of the @beast1. The beast of legend had a form that defied belief: a mighty lions body sprouting a goats head from between its shoulder blades, dragon wings, and a scaly tail ending in a dragons fire-breathing head. In the painting, this bizarre yet terrifying creature reared up above a rainbow-banded figure, its leathery wings spread wide in defiance. @wizard777 held his golden key aloft, pointing directly up at the maw of the beast. From the key flowed an Infinity Rune that wound its way around the Chimeras body. The Ancient Sphinx was going for the jugular of the dragon, as the Chimeras tail recoiled."}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-1", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "The scholar traced his finger along the text as he read.\n...and so with the helpe o the aynshint sphinxx, Saykrid KeeMahster hath bannished the Kymeera, herling backe the deemon unto the Sevinth Relm from whense it cayme. He hath entwyned the beeste within his Roon o' Infinit Vytalitee  bownd and subdjugayted to the wille o the KeeMahster. And within thayre unmadgikal homes and hummdrumme townes, the Roodimentuls doth sleep eezee, and doth duck and kower no more, for the beeste hath been vankwished. Yet sleep yee not too well, for the returne o the Kymeera will heralde a tyme o grayte destrukshin and terribill sorrow, and agayne the Gaytekeeper shall be kawlled upon as sheeld and protektor o this mortill worlde\n\nLux tapped a forefinger thoughtfully against his pursed lips, turning back to the scroll. Could this be the scourge threatened in the prophecy? The Chimera's return? He scanned the text once more and pieces suddenly began to fall into place.\n\nOf course! Red stars descending the mountain slopes A fiery mane How could I have missed it!"}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-2", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "Of course! Red stars descending the mountain slopes A fiery mane How could I have missed it! \n\nThere had been whispers of stirring discontent at the Temple of the Falling Stars. The prophecy seemed to point to impending bloodshed tied to the Chimeras return. The old scholar grabbed a sheet of parchment to write a warning to his old friend Isaac, the head cleric at the Temple. He touched quill to parchment, but was startled as Lunor swooped past him with an alarmed caw. Lux grumbled over the stained parchment, shoved back his chair and moved over to join the crow at the window to see what had so ruffled his familiar's feathers.\n\nLooking out over the landscape, the wizened scholar sputtered, white knuckles gripping the stone sill.\n\n*The scoundrel dares show his face here again?*\n\n\nWell face was perhaps a bit generous. The smooth, naked skull of the Pyromancer was certainly eye-catching, even when not surrounded by a halo of flames.\nThe wizard was making his way through the lower passes. It appeared he came alone, save for his amphibious familiar.\nTheodus never was very good at making friends, muttered Lux, glowering fiercely out of the window, as though he could vanquish the Pyromancer by sheer force of will. Alas, his powers did not extend to compulsion. His talents lay elsewhere. Which was probably why Theodus was crawling back here after all these years.\n\nWell, after all he had done, the Pyromancer better have a good reason for returning. Nevertheless, Lux  resolved to show his former apprentice how to be the bigger man. He absent-mindedly withdrew his Isaacs Apple from his pocket and polished it on his green cloak, enjoying the sensation of the stored knowledge vibrating on the surface of his palm as he turned away from the window."}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-3", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "Lunor eyed the approaching figure with the detached disdain typical of his kind. The crow swivelled his head to watch Lux disappear down the spiral staircase, hopped out of the towers window and spread his wings, flapping towards the ground far below to find a good spot from which to watch the wizards reunion.\n\n# Chapter 2: An uneasy peace\nForget that, Lux! spat the Pyromancer. This threat transcends worldly quarrels!\n\nLux arched an eyebrow. Even though you are no longer my apprentice, you will still address me as Scrollmaster Lux.\nDespite his promise to himself, Lux had not been able to resist this jibe at his former pupil. Now, he stood arms folded in front of the entrance to the tower, where the heavy wooden door stood ajar allowing light to filter into the dark recesses beyond the threshold. Lux watched the younger wizard silently from under bushy white eyebrows, allowing him to carry on.\nThe Runiverse needs your knowledge; even I would not dare to deny that you are the greatest scholar of our age. Once we are done, we can see our dispute through to its conclusion, if that is what you wish. But  let us not argue over spilled potion while it burns through our floorboards! Strooth and runes old man, if I am right, the Sacred Flames are transforming wizards into agents of the Void!\n\n\nLux let him come to the end of his tirade, then cleared his throat. You make a compelling argument, Theodus. As it happens, my research has touched upon this subject. Come, join me in my study. We have a long night ahead of us."}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-4", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "Stepping aside, Lux motioned for him to enter the rookery tower. The Pyromancer hesitated, then strode purposefully forward. He stopped abreast of the older man, however, and muttered darkly, You are correct, I am no longer your apprentice; the man Theodus is no more. My name is Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood. Call me by my name, and I will do the same, Scrollmaster Lux.\nLux inclined his head in a slightly exaggerated parody of deference, then followed Burnside as he stalked up the spiralling stone staircase of the tower.\nChapter 3: Picking up the scent\n\n\nLux looked up as Burnside called over to him, waving a piece of parchment excitedly in the air. They had been studying all manner of written sources for the best part of a week now, uncovering slivers of information here and there, but this time his former pupil seemed to be onto something big.\nLux stretched his spine, hearing the bones clicking as they realigned, then shuffled over to the desk where Burnside had several different letters and reports laid out in front of him.\n\n\nLook, theres a Necromancer using the energy flux in the Quantum Shadow to turn forces in his favour. I have not been able to corroborate all my sources with certitude, but it seems that this Voidoth is a former student at Bluemongers Academy of Science and Wizardry, under the tutelage of Scryer Apollo of the Villa. It is written in these reports from the academic archives that he was a troublesome student who harboured grand designs, dreaming of becoming the youngest wizard to ascend to the Council."}
{"id": "19bc2a54-76aa-499f-b450-bd453f7ad243-5", "createdAt": "2022-08-29T16:26:59.024", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRs4TgvXsLDevPWCeAc9Lkhd2RNLyBafG84FZn7C87P8e", "txHash": "0x4990a9d290bfa72a537a6deba50d8244598bb895e733019a1c5b453f6bb66a3f", "createdAtBlock": 15435225, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2398, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmT92gw5UhmHNcGUhjGMPU1fwrhTZcwfThq5rJf2ovLxGo", "name": " Lux of the Valley", "text": "You see? I was correct after all! The idea that the Sacred Flames automatically grant great powers is a myth. Burnside paused as he rifled through some papers, pulling out a well-creased map and spreading it over the other papers. Look here, there is a Secret Tower somewhere inland from The Salt, between here and the Weird House, bordered on all sides by unscalable peaks and sheer cliff faces. This is where wizards have been using the Flames According to the writings of a Shaman Celah, Voidoth is manipulating wizards to seek power in the Flames, but he knows that it is far more likely that a Flame will harvest the soul of its victim. The Shaman believes Voidoth has ideas of revenge against the Bastion Scrollmaster, he is using the Sacred Flames to accumulate an army of transmuted souls in the Void!\n\n\nLux nodded thoughtfully for a moment before replying. I have not heard of this Shaman Celah, but I do know someone who might be able to track him down. They should be able to help us if I am able to contact them. Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium has an intimate relationship with the Void, but they are not enamoured by other wizards and they have always proved elusive in the past. Come, there is not a moment to waste. The Elysian Sages may give us a clue of where to start looking for Zeromus.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @soul7186\n \nPart 1: @wizard314\n \nPart 2: @wizard2398\n \nPart 3: @wizard134\n \nPart 4: @wizard3920\n \nPart 5: @wizard7935\n \nEpilogue: @wizard291"}
{"id": "ab317d87-4b07-49d7-a2dc-94003152ea61-0", "createdAt": "2022-09-02T14:02:51.388", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXoFn859JAM4m5jy51NRgCVGsSrCKos36oeBzUkZDjsx9", "txHash": "0x60b2e2cf7dd28c2256e9eece2a66d3fcbafffc9f2996c777c46c0edc4c55b36f", "createdAtBlock": 15459575, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 343, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": null, "name": "Rhapsody the Rude", "text": "Twas a lovely day in the fields of Elysium, where Rhapsody spent most of her days prancing and snacking on grass bites.\n\nIn another life, Rhapsody might have been a bold blue wizard or a gorgeous green swamp witch, but in this life, she was a horse, and that's just how she liked it.\n\nWhile she spent her days lazing away in the meadows, the world she left behind still waited for her to one day step forth and resume her journey.\n\nLittle did the world know, Rhapsody had no intention on leaving this beautiful heaven! All she could eat, all she could sleep, no predators...what more could there be to life?\n\nAnd so this would be for sweet Rhapsody. Day in and day out, for countless days and nights. No conflict, no stress...\n\nYet something seemed to be missing in all of this. A best friend, some deeper meaning...Rhapsody really couldn't put a hoof on it, but she knew some was missing.\n\nOnce she had this revelation, her care-free lifestyle seemed to slip from her grasp. She became focused on finding that missing element. \n\nShe changed her diet from normal apples to granny apples. No dice. After that, she tried changing her morning walk routine.\n\nInstead of going left at the forked tree where the cute swamp witch writes her poetry, she went right. This was actually a terrible mistake, as Rhapsody ended up very lost and annoyed.\n\nNow, it's the Elysium Fields, so they would always take her right where she needed to be, if she'd let them do just that!\n\nAfter struggling to find her way, she plops down against a small blueberry bush and decides to take a nap (after having a wee snack of course). While she was sleeping, her surroundings shifted and changed."}
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{"id": "dcf06505-3d60-4872-8016-d35737918715-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:33.014", "backgroundColor": "#2d2c2c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6AfpDMSf7nFeKYxGJWHsPK9yKyVwBB8eaWoaj2ivZpE", "txHash": "0xd0c6d80d02d480b27281f5508fb1e083492a7eadf1c8fab36ff5e9023e1cc6db", "createdAtBlock": 14644083, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Ofaris of the Mist", "text": "# Reflection: Beasts (Season 1)\n\n##### _Ofaris takes a long inhale through the pipe. He stops at the peak of his breath and pauses, then releases a bellow of swirling opaque smoke that slowly clears and reveals the wizard deep in thought._\n\n##### So.. the gates have finally opened have they... well at least the Runiverse has had time to prepare. We knew this day would come. 21 locks, 42 wizards, 7 beasts, and a whole lot of spawn.\n\n##### What I still wonder about is why wizards would want to unlock the gates to begin with? Greed, power, curiosity maybe. Wizards simply cant help themselves can they.\n\n##### But as they say, what is done is done. No sense in worrying about what cant be changed. Whatever the reason, it was what needed to happen.\n\n##### These beasts.. some of the most respected creatures to roam the land. It isnt a question that they will make themselves known. How they will though, that is certainly something Ill be interested to find out.\n\n##### _Ofaris, dwelling on the possibilities, inhales his thoughts and lets them percolate through his mind. His exhale is slow and steady, creating an upside-down waterfall that runs through his mustache and up his face, almost as if his pondering is washing over him._\n\n##### 7 rich stories have arrived at our doorstep... I wonder what tales will be told of this very moment. The day our stories became one. Endings really do just lead to new beginnings, dont they Chester.\n\n##### _Ofaris looks to his companion for confirmation._\n\n##### Something Im sure you know all too well."}
{"id": "dcf06505-3d60-4872-8016-d35737918715-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:45:33.014", "backgroundColor": "#2d2c2c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU6AfpDMSf7nFeKYxGJWHsPK9yKyVwBB8eaWoaj2ivZpE", "txHash": "0xd0c6d80d02d480b27281f5508fb1e083492a7eadf1c8fab36ff5e9023e1cc6db", "createdAtBlock": 14644083, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 5032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Ofaris of the Mist", "text": "##### Something Im sure you know all too well.\n\n##### Honestly though I am intrigued. We have known peace for quite a long time. Wizards have been free to explore the Runiverse with no fear of consequences. Now we cannot be so casual. How wizards will adapt to this new reality will likely be a fantastic illustration why they are in fact a wizard. They will get to know themselves better than before. The never ending story will be gifted a host of new characters, although it might lose some as well...\n\n##### There we go with endings and beginnings again!\n\n##### _Ofaris smirks. He shakes his head._\n\n##### I just cant help but enjoy the irony that hides in plain sight. You could promise that youre the farthest away from something until you notice youre standing right next to it. All jokes aside Im really hoping I dont find myself near that Chimera. Or any of the beasts for that matter.\n\n##### _Ofaris shudders at the thought._\n\n##### That would not be any fun. Although I hear the Seven-Tailed Kitsune can have her good days. And Id probably bet we havent met our last beast. What a time to be alive.\n\n##### _Ofaris looks back over at his companion._\n\n##### Chester..\n\n##### _Ofaris brings the pipe up to his mouth again. The bowl emanates a strong glow as he takes another puff. He begins speaking as he breathes out._\n\n##### ... what do you think?\n\n##### _Chester looks at Ofaris, and then off into the distance. He cocks his head, seeming to see much more than the darkness should allow._\n\n##### CAWW!\n\n##### _Ofaris, in the middle of another toke, is caught off guard and gives a slight cough at Chesters response._\n\n##### You know... I didnt even think of that."}
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{"id": "b97d9b92-392e-437a-8d69-6311e6e70e3b-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:03.988", "backgroundColor": "#02460f", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbHfDMb2zad3mibgUVPUCoviKdACqddVi5Pf23PZ4qtNT", "txHash": "0xde8ab4d726552e521330938961d05cd6211f599d9977fc298348ea1cd317d092", "createdAtBlock": 14707193, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3098, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Witch Sylvia of the Heath", "text": "God-fearing warriors for generations have tried to resist the \"advancement\" of the cockatrices imaginary army by stealing its eggs, which is how they often came into conflict with Rose knights.\n\n# Present Day\n#\nForty days ago, poor Sylvia accidentally let her Eternal Rose display in public at a tavern, and for the next forty nights she was on the run. On the 41st night they caught her and her  ferocious man-eating ladybug. \n\nIt was of course a challenge to bring down a spellcaster as powerful as Sylvia, but with enough desperate warriors her luck had run out. Usually Sylvia traveled with her sister @wizard4409, the only other Vamp to leave the Vampyre Mist to seek entry into the Order of the Eternal Rose.\n\nOriginally, Sylvia and Lucinda wanted to develop their magical abilities and gain power. Training together daily, they were inseparable. Eventually, they took pride not in their burgeoning strength, but in their ability to protect a sacred breeding ground from narrow-minded thieves. It is unfortunate that Sylvia was caught by her enemies during a rare time where she was apart from Lucinda.\n\nThe warriors tied her to a stake with iron chains and surrounded her with bushels of hay that gave her no opportunity to escape the flame. As they set fire to the hay, they feasted and drank, celebrating the apparent end to their nightmares. It was a glorious night for the warriors.\n\nSylvia felt mostly confusion and sadness that she could not explain to her captors that she was not a killer and her ladybug familiar was pure-hearted. Ultimately, Sylvia wept not for the passing of her life but for her sister's innocence. Sylvia hoped that Lucinda would not commit her unadulterated life force to a mission of vengeance.\n\nSylvia's death left Lucinda as the sole remaining Vampyre who knew the truth of the Order of the Eternal Rose."}
{"id": "70d5177d-c124-4300-8e65-83439e2abf5e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:47:33.318", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmc6DGezqiAUfg8VmGkWRaB2Wjf4Hw6SxN17ezYPsbnpC1", "txHash": "0xbdb5056064f145364d6069da543516e10a7cf3d55d099a77f8044984f8d40ce0", "createdAtBlock": 14714300, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8198, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVy31FvUfsdW85i5MpFtyj3yxk8dQguwpTL5zeg7kvimB", "name": "Ice Mage Zelroth of the Berg", "text": "## Logbook \n\nCROWFOOT PASS \n\n- Distance: 15 KM return\n- Time: 6-7 hrs\n- Height gain: 750 M\n- Max elevation: 3267 M\n- Grade: Intermediate\n\n\nThe trip to Crowfoot Pass is one of the finest in the Northern region. It usually has lots of snow, the views are great and the travel across meadows and through open forest is excellent. Highly recommended.\n\nHazards:\nThere is some avalanche danger skiing up the drainage towards the pass and a fatality has occurred here. Although the hillsides are small they are sufficiently large to be deadly. \n\nDirections:\nMake your way to the crowfoot glacier view point 32 km up the main road from the junction at the entrance of the North \n\nFrom there head straight over the snowbank and down a short steep hill to the trees below. Cross the flats traveling south-east down the valley, then ski through a narrowing of the meadow and out into a second open area. The view of the surrounding peaks is outstanding. \n\nContinue until the flats pinch off and the river begins. Put on your skins there and head straight up the creek. The traveling is easy and the angle is reasonable. Good snow cover is necessary so it is best to do this trip later in the season. The creek gains about 100m upward and approaches the cliff looming above through the trees. Keep following the creek. \n\nAt one point the creek levels out for a short distance, there is a nice outcrop of quartize to sit on at the pass and there are outstanding views down the Valley and Mount Temple. The sun stays long into the afternoon. The return journey can be fun and there is excellent terrain to make turns. \n\n\n## DAY 1 \n\n- Wx forecast:"}
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{"id": "8a0eade1-ead7-46eb-884f-cf925ddc23fc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:35.051", "backgroundColor": "#f6ecec", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5La4gnQn2KyUbxvXHsZMi6xWN2ew34qErkRJbxEr4YY", "txHash": "0xa2025516999f3f917fcfb17cc0d5c483f78d07584b8e5083b59c34ff2fb204df", "createdAtBlock": 14782213, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Guy Conqueror of Goblins", "text": "From between the many moss-covered boughs a warm light flickered and the crackle of kindling sounded out sharply against the softer forest sounds. The Warrior shouldered his armored form through the thick foliage and called out a greeting to the maker of the fire. A thin voice came back in reply inviting the Warrior to share the warmth of the fire. Emerging from the forest and into a small clearing lit by firelight the Warrior beheld a slender young man in the dark robes of a scholar standing in front of a stout grey pack mule.\n\n*Please sit and rest with us The Scholar said by way of a greeting while motioning to a place beside the fire*.\"\n\n*You have my thanks. It is a weary night*. The Warrior replied as he sat himself down.\n\nThe two men sat and talked and as the flames dimmed the young scholar would rise now and then and add more kindling to the fire. After some time the Warriors eyes strayed to the Scholars pack mule who was methodically ripping up clumps of grass to chew slowly as it stood on the edge of the firelight. Strapped to the mules side was what appeared to be a large sword, the hilt protruding from the wrappings was of a deep polished gold and fresh leather tightly bound the blades grip.\n\nThe Warriors gaze passed from the lengthy blade to the Scholar and then back to the blade again.\n\n*Can you wield that blade*?\n\n*Oh indeed not! I am simply charged with bearing this relic to our monastery in the East for further research*.\n\nThe Warriors puzzled expression impelled the Scholar to continue.\n\n*You see, our sect is dedicated to the custodianship and study of the elder blades. Weaponry of the older ages whose forging methods are now lost to us. Upon my return I will have the honor of writing a sizeable treatise on this blades history and provenance*."}
{"id": "8a0eade1-ead7-46eb-884f-cf925ddc23fc-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:35.051", "backgroundColor": "#f6ecec", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5La4gnQn2KyUbxvXHsZMi6xWN2ew34qErkRJbxEr4YY", "txHash": "0xa2025516999f3f917fcfb17cc0d5c483f78d07584b8e5083b59c34ff2fb204df", "createdAtBlock": 14782213, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Guy Conqueror of Goblins", "text": "*Hah! So you sit in your halls and write pretty stories about these weapons and their deeds? There is a saying of my people **The blade finds the hand**. Swords must find use, they must drink, otherwise their edge, their keenness, and their very soul will dull*.\n\nWith a quick movement the Warrior drew his sword from its sheath and held it towards the fire. The blade glimmered softly in the firelight revealing a landscape of dents and notches along its length.\n\n*Perhaps you should write a history on this blade, Scholar. It has seen the inside of many a fell creature*\n\nThe Scholar stared incomprehensibly for a moment at the Warrior and his tarnished sword before launching into a further, much more comprehensive account of his orders history and responsibility to the ancient relics they held. With a quiet grunt, the Warrior re-sheathed his weapon and sat silently as both the stars and the weighty words of the Scholar spun above his head.\n\n\nThe Warrior awoke in the morning to the chuffing and snorting of the pack mule as the Scholar laid out its oats in a rough wooden bowl. A last trail of thin smoke was rising from the dark coals of the campfire as the Scholar made ready to depart.\n\n*Our path lies east through the dell. You are welcome to join us if the direction suits you*?\n\n*It does for now. I will travel with you part of the way*"}
{"id": "8a0eade1-ead7-46eb-884f-cf925ddc23fc-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:35.051", "backgroundColor": "#f6ecec", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5La4gnQn2KyUbxvXHsZMi6xWN2ew34qErkRJbxEr4YY", "txHash": "0xa2025516999f3f917fcfb17cc0d5c483f78d07584b8e5083b59c34ff2fb204df", "createdAtBlock": 14782213, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Guy Conqueror of Goblins", "text": "*It does for now. I will travel with you part of the way*\n\nAs they followed the forested paths the day wore on with the Scholar at no loss for explaining in great detail the various specimens of tree and birdlife they encountered. Every now and then the Warrior would tear a tuft of grass and offer it to the mule as they walked, sharing what seemed to him a look of quiet exasperation. The sun was slowly dipping amongst the treetops as they approached a small bend in the tree wrapped path.  As they rounded the bend the warrior grasped the Scholar by the shoulder and shoved him back against the mules flank.\n\n*Be on your guard, Scholar*!\n\nJust as the words had left his mouth a number of small goblin-like creatures crashed through the upper branches ahead of them and reaching the path began to advance, snickering and drawing their small curved blades. The Warrior strode forth drawing his sword and beckoning to the snarling creatures. The fray was a chaotic blur as the Warrior spun and swept at the many creatures that leapt and dived towards him, his sword rang out against their wicked knives and twice it bit deeply into the pallid flesh of his attackers. Upon hearing a guttural scream the Warrior spun to see three of the creatures upon the mule's back, hacking with their blades as the beast fell upon its side, lifeless. Of the Scholar the Warrior could see no trace."}
{"id": "8a0eade1-ead7-46eb-884f-cf925ddc23fc-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:49:35.051", "backgroundColor": "#f6ecec", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmX5La4gnQn2KyUbxvXHsZMi6xWN2ew34qErkRJbxEr4YY", "txHash": "0xa2025516999f3f917fcfb17cc0d5c483f78d07584b8e5083b59c34ff2fb204df", "createdAtBlock": 14782213, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3051, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Guy Conqueror of Goblins", "text": "Three of the goblin kin lay dead at the Warriors feet as he stood breathing heavily in the deepening dusk. The remaining creatures seemed to give back a few paces and the Warrior eyed them each, in turn, awaiting their assault, when at that moment a thundering howl filled the small clearing and a huge grey-skinned beast broke through the tree line and lumbered toward the Warrior brandishing a towering stone club. Raising his sword to meet the beast's vicious swing the Warrior was hurled backward as his sword shattered under the might of the blow. A chorus of mocking howls rung out as the beast stamped its heavy feet and snorted with contempt.\n\nRolling over the Warrior found himself atop the maimed corpse of the pack mule, hearing the jeers and snorts of the creatures behind him he began to rise shakily, grabbing at the pack mules strappings to steady himself his hand came to rest upon the glimmering hilt of the great sword that lay, still strapped to the pack mules side. With a grunt the Warrior pulled the mighty sword free of its bindings and regaining his feet turned slowly to face the snarling creatures arrayed before him.\n\n\nThe Scholar lay just off the edge of the path, his hand grasping at a deep gash across his chest from which he felt a liquid warmth pooling and spilling away. A terrible roar had roused him and with a last effort rolled to his side to gain a vantage of the clearing. In his quickly dimming vision, he beheld a radiant brand that swept through the encroaching darkness and danced to the harried beast-like cries that fled further and further from hearing to a silence deep and final.\n\n\n\n**"}
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{"id": "20e1260f-631f-48c7-95b1-82e1867f0185-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:51:02.538", "backgroundColor": "#263317", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmfDzD138yrk1nQE7mDqAKjCzNn4JjagbNVd9fShtbMSuP", "txHash": "0xdb511837182b8eae6a2581096884f2f9a481921811b683f6e7d55a09742bdc1c", "createdAtBlock": 14847479, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 677, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Illusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca", "text": "# The Lore of Illusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca\n\n## Revelation\nIprix was shaking. No matter how hard he tried erasing from his mind what he just witnessed it was impossible. He had to warn everyone back in _Red Wizard Capital_; although he knew no one would believe him.\n\n\"This is not real, this can't be real\" he kept repeating to himself. Iprix took a pause to gasp for some air and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. He had been running non-stop for hours now. The cool breeze and rocky smell from _BattleMage Mountains_ were like a breath of fresh life. _Yellow Wizard Haven_ was not far now. \n\nIllusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca was born in _Red Wizard Capital_ where he lived all his live until about 5 years ago when he moved to _Yellow Wizard Haven_. His dad wanted him to inherit the family business but he wanted none of it. He heard of _Chronomancer's Riviera_ from a friend and how everyone just wanted to have a good time and enjoy life there. He never really understood why everyone in the _Capital_ was so obsessed with wealth and power.\n\nHe looked back again and was still able to see Goblin Town from afar. \"The world is not ready for this...\" he said out loud, knowing there was no one around. And just as he was mouthing the words he heard a loud noise.\n\n\"BADABAAAM\"\n\nA bright white light engulfed him completely, feeling a warm and tingly sensation pulsing through his body."}
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{"id": "a10489dd-778c-4e88-adfe-eac8d8e20405-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:35:42.625", "backgroundColor": "#174616", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmar6aSYdX15y7rEyoJ7LaCxmNKriaHp9c5LrFGx7FprCs", "txHash": "0xc364a415d57d0f827facc8238b110bc629c2208045c0f7db551ff58fa93f61aa", "createdAtBlock": 14997618, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 190, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmb9JdiCWB37xVuyfXEwiKcmyRwD1fSCAy9v6MQ6W662H6", "name": "Althia Savior of Kink", "text": "# Althia Savior of Kink \n\n> Althia Savior of Kink\n> *by REDWRITER*\n\nAlthia was born on the edge of The Thorn in the darkness of The Quantum Shadow. It was there that she was cast into the wilderness as a little girl by her foreboding mother. Abandoned to darkness and danger, she learned quickly to become a menacing warrior of the guild. \n\nTorn by her past rejection as a child, her heart turned to darkness. Her only comfort she found was in her companion, an Onyx Panther who raised her in the land of shadow. \n\nAs an adult, she settled into the slums of Calistas Citadel. It is there that she found her true gift. Her blossoming and tempestuous physical form bore the power of seduction for all wizards and warriors alike. With it she found the one treasure she had longed for all her life, the feeling of being wanted. \n\nDetermined to avenge her feelings of neglect, Althia took on the crusade to save the Kink. Any Wizard or Warrior looking for a good time or seeking that brief but tantalizing moment of being desired, only has to search for the Rune of Uranus. Once there you may knock and enter for the best and kinkiest 60 minutes of your life. \n\nThey always say, *The most tortured souls please the best.* Thats why her rate is 69 ETH. \n\n# Where to Find Althia\n\nIf you want to find @warrior190 just look for the street cook @warrior2059 in Calista's Citadel, she'll be right next door.  \n\nFor more creative content visit www.redwriter.org."}
{"id": "29b46ad7-ab09-4984-827b-8bdd851352dc-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:26.286", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbCeC3o79UfDzQMZZbxM582Eh2kAuX258fGrsJTWth9q8", "txHash": "0x5197f2abee212889f3b69af1da1475a84b5a4f8ce12a9bd4983eeef9790a0ff8", "createdAtBlock": 15040559, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4409, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hedge Wizard Lucinda of the Road", "text": "Lucinda knelt by the ashes. Like her temper, the pyre was still hot. Running her hand through the coals, shook the soot from her hands and got back up again.\n\nThe memories of the fire that took her dear sister @wizard3098 burned bright as ever. \n\nThey had Sylvias rose. It pained Lucinda to know that this sacred, eternal rose was likely tossed haphazardly in the back of some warriors sack few knew its true power. \n\nThe clouds would be parting soon and the sun would rise. Lucindas hunt began. She must find these murderers, these thieves and return the rose to the enchanted garden where it belonged"}
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{"id": "937eb6b4-3ff2-4afb-bc5a-87095a39eb78-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:46.501", "backgroundColor": "#080b16", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSpncD4resVqj136o26HivSefWYib4PWLZ9rWNzvTMfgm", "txHash": "0xe1702d244467a58fa7ccee207408060d26dcd3419f57443197870f8e6e09547b", "createdAtBlock": 15133915, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4594, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmdnBx5bdR7HS52HreHr8pPJRFBRKssCDeEN5zX7NfvZ8r", "name": "Cleric Kobold in the Shadows", "text": "# A Wizard's Rune \n\n> The lore for Cleric centres on \"a wizard's rune\" - a fictional retelling of my life experiences and journey mostly centred on the Wizards that I own (including warriors). Although each character in the story relates to a token I've collected, I'm also happy to include other Wizards on request or will naturally weave in characters based on real-world (online) interactions. The protagonist (as mentioned) is Cleric Kobold of the Shadows (my first Wizard). The story will unfold as I slowly build a more expansive collection. Donations (of all kinds) are also welcome. - M. \n\nPrologue: During a time of great divide between light and darkness, the story centres on Cleric Shadows, a descendant of a long lineage of wizards that served as caretakers of sanctuaries - places of rest and neutrality for all beings in the Runiverse. \n\n\n\n\n\n\nMany of these places were scattered throughout the lands, and it was agreed that no one should violate the peace they offered unless incurring the full wrath of the spirit realm. But while he was still a boy, a necromancer unleashed great chaos that swept through all things, creating confusion and destruction, and left wizards of all kinds weak and corrupted. They called it the bedlam. Light was no longer light but infused with darkness. Some lost any idea of who they were, hurled into a spiral of madness, forgetting cherished memories and even their names."}
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{"id": "bc2d1555-417e-46c0-a6e1-292ef7722f43-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:47.982", "backgroundColor": "#2b0f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3QokNCeUzTsfnRwLUHktbYzxUsbT5yGGyvcbNoUaq6m", "txHash": "0x8de007fc57fbea6cdbe23d9b1ee23292d946e2581df450901752867995f68883", "createdAtBlock": 15136108, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1810, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion", "text": "# A Night at the Chuckle Palace\n\n*(Fade in.)*\n\n*(We open on a castle entrance with a sign posted above which reads: WELCOME TO THE CHUCKLE PALACE: OPEN MIC!)*\n\n*(Pan down to a bevy of warriors/wizards/bugbears are lined up in front of the entrance as Guy Conqueror of the Citadel inspects each person before ushering them inside. There's excitement in the air.)*\n\nGUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL\\\nTwo brew minimum.\n\n*(Cut to inside the palace, packed with patrons, an eclectic mix, all seated at a table on the main floor. Theres a bar in the corner. A stage in front adorned with a microphone.)*\n\n*Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion, our MC for the night, takes the stage.*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nYo! Yo! Yo! Welcome to the Chuckle Palace opening night. Im your MC Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion.\n\n*(SFX: An elephant trumpeting in the background)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nDont forget theres a two brew minimum for each ticket. If it is not honored you will be tortured and hung by thy neck.\n\n*(A tense beat. Then changing the subject matter)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\n    Has anyone heard the rumors about the Queen? Have you heard about the Queen buying a chastity belt, or as the king refers to it, sleeping on the couch. \n\n*(SFX: Crickets.)\n(This guy sucks.)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nOkay, grand merci! Grand merci! Lets bring your first stand up of the night. Arch-magician Finn of the platonic shadow!"}
{"id": "bc2d1555-417e-46c0-a6e1-292ef7722f43-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:47.982", "backgroundColor": "#2b0f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3QokNCeUzTsfnRwLUHktbYzxUsbT5yGGyvcbNoUaq6m", "txHash": "0x8de007fc57fbea6cdbe23d9b1ee23292d946e2581df450901752867995f68883", "createdAtBlock": 15136108, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1810, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion", "text": "*(Tepid applause. Onto the stage comes ARCH-MAGICIAN FINN OF THE PLATONIC SHADOW.)*\n\nARCH-MAGICIAN FINN OF THE PLATONIC SHADOW\\\nThanks. I just flew in from Elysian Fields and boy are my arms tired. \n\n*(SFX: Crickets.)*\n\nARCH-MAGICIAN FINN OF THE PLATONIC SHADOW\\\nPhew! Is it hot in here or is it just me?\n\n*(Ouch. Hes really flailing.)*\n\nARCH-MAGICIAN FINN OF THE PLATONIC SHADOW\\\nUh, has anyone seen my car keys Last time I lost them they wound up in the Darkness Slayers beard.\n\n*(SFX: ba dum tss)*\n\n*The crowd is not loving it. A single boo reigns out. *\n\nARCH-MAGICIAN FINN OF THE PLATONIC\\\nHow dare you?! I curse you peasants\n\n*(Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion  retakes the stage and grabs the mic.)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nLets give it up for Arch-Magician Finn of the Platonic.\n\n*(Tepid applause.)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION    \\\nNext lets summon up to the stageone of my favorite comics on the road from Death Comedy Brands. Adept Fark of the Road!\n\n*(SFX: Hoot! Hoot! Hoot!)*\n\n*Adept Fark of the Road takes his place on stage. He launches into an animated routine, full of energy*\n\nADEPT FARK OF THE ROAD\\\nWhat's the deal with horse drawn wagon peanuts? Have you seen the size of these things? And could these things taste any worse? Like the smell of horse manure wasn't bad enough. Can we get some bigger and better peanuts back here?!"}
{"id": "bc2d1555-417e-46c0-a6e1-292ef7722f43-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:47.982", "backgroundColor": "#2b0f3b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmU3QokNCeUzTsfnRwLUHktbYzxUsbT5yGGyvcbNoUaq6m", "txHash": "0x8de007fc57fbea6cdbe23d9b1ee23292d946e2581df450901752867995f68883", "createdAtBlock": 15136108, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1810, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Sorcerer Remus of the Bastion", "text": "(An extremely long silence, followed by a chorus of boos and hissing. Once again Sorcerer Remus returns to the stage.)\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nGood stuff. Alright, next welcome to the stage\n(reading off cue card)\nMasturbator Louis of the Sacred Pillars. Wait, that cant be right. \n    (On cue Masturbator Louis of the Sacred Pillars takes the stage and jumps into his routine.)\n\nMASTURBATOR LOUIS OF THE SACRED PILLAR\\\nGo s*\\*k a bag of d*\\*\\*s\n\n*(The lights start flashing in the back, signaling the time is up.)*\n\nSORCERER REMUS OF THE BASTION\\\nAlright, will you look at that? Im afraid that brings us to the end of the show. Dont forget to follow me, SorcererRemus69 on TikTok.\n\n*(SFX: An elephant trumpeting in the background)*\n\nRemember to tip your wenches and the evening show is later than the afternoon. Dont forget to validate your parking ticket and well see you next time. Goodnight and godbless! \n\n*(The crowd boos, files out drunkenly.)*\n\n*(Fade out.)*\n\n**Starring:**\\\n@wizard1810 \\\n@warrior295 \\\n@wizard8642 \\\n@wizard8710"}
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{"id": "dfd0e20b-cf02-4c6f-aae4-c3e2d6ef9100-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:40.478", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmem665sWU7wg81z5f7VPEpkVkjdTkTc4e7JNw65Le7whj", "txHash": "0x81165ef16175744df9fc6a5a537b39259052045b2b8519c8306a4cbf66211867", "createdAtBlock": 15047069, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 9515, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": " Hammer of the Duck Alliance", "text": "# Lore of Hammer of the Duck Alliance\n\nHammer can be found in Goblin Town waving his stick and yelling at wizard children to stop playing near his fruit stand. He makes a living selling delicious bananas and pineapple, but his true passion is combat. He trains with the Duck Alliance, a rogue group of warriors who pride themselves in non-magical fighting.\n\nHe was recently recruited by a Kobold named Gurgo to join the \"Duck March\" to celebrate powerful, non-magical warriors. He's currently making signs for the march."}
{"id": "536318c0-03d6-4e56-b1f7-9b6c3f7db27a-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:11.613", "backgroundColor": "#1c001c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZoMdvgw7M2o4yuLL9uwPRnCZiXFRE29mXkzBjAxVchHQ", "txHash": "0x9371fd3637863ee160b9209883ef77e3dcf1de7878d59d3dc998f2dd1752a897", "createdAtBlock": 15041649, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Mina of the Marsh", "text": "*<<- Ch 2: Intro to A*\n\n# Chapter 3: Introduction to Mina\n\nMagic is prismatic. Spells are multifaceted. More often than not, it is wise to keep your full power concealed. Let others underestimate your capabilities. Because the more power they know you have, the more theyll want to take it away. And the less they know about you, the less they can hurt you.\n\nEnchanter Mina of the Marsh is one of those wizards that all the rest assume they understand, yet they actually have no fucking clue. She prefers it this way. In fact, her survival depends on it. Her secrecy keeps her safe.\n\nMina is known across the Runiverse for her sex appeal. Of course, sex appeal comes from within. But most wizards and warriors are too enchanted by her appearance to delve much deeper than that. Those tight pink pants. That luscious, flowing hair. Her perfect tits spilling out of her barely-there bra. One look at Mina, and youre wet.\n\nOh, yes. Mina is a sexual healer. She is the sacred whore, emanating divine goddess energy. An alchemist of sex. Her water spell heals the thirstiest of wizards and warriors, who yearn for the taste of her charm.\n\nHowever. Practicing sex magic does not come without risk. Indeed, there is no type of magic that requires deeper vulnerability than sex magic. Inevitably, there will always be deceitful interests that seek to exploit Mina, her body, her sexuality, her vulnerability. Such behavior generally comes from those who are too ashamed to acknowledge their own natural desires."}
{"id": "536318c0-03d6-4e56-b1f7-9b6c3f7db27a-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:11.613", "backgroundColor": "#1c001c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZoMdvgw7M2o4yuLL9uwPRnCZiXFRE29mXkzBjAxVchHQ", "txHash": "0x9371fd3637863ee160b9209883ef77e3dcf1de7878d59d3dc998f2dd1752a897", "createdAtBlock": 15041649, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Mina of the Marsh", "text": "This is where Minas protection rituals come in  an absolute necessity for any wizard engaging in erotic practices. Combined with support from her lucky ladybug Lux and her psychic lover A, Mina has managed to build walls that keep her out of harms way. More or less. There has never been anything strong enough to knock them down. Thus far.\n\nAnd yet, there is far more inside of Minas walls than anyone suspects which would attract even greater threats than those who simply seek to devour her sexual energy. If anyone but the trusted wizards in her coven were to learn of the full spectrum of her water spell, she would become a prime target for the darkest, greediest forces in the Runiverse forces she may not be able to ward off so easily.\n\nWhat no one else knows it that Minas ability to quench thirst goes far beyond the erotic.\n\nWater is healing. Water is necessary for life. Water is one of the most precious and politicized resources in the Runiverse. It can be weaponized. It can be commoditized. It can extinguish fire...\n\nShe who controls water can decide who lives or dies. \n\nAnd Mina can conjure this essential resource with nothing but her own magic. \n\nWhile Mina is certain she cannot be the only wizard with this ability  and hopes to someday, somehow connect with others who share it  until then, she must keep her secret under wraps. As a sexual healer, she is already an enemy of the oligarchic overlords of Big Potion, of the government essentially one in the same as those of Elysian Springs and Capital Resources, LLC all run by Red wizards who aim to subjugate the natural world for their own benefit. If they were to catch wind of how much power Mina truly has over that which they want nothing more than to dominate, she would surely lose every last ounce of freedom."}
{"id": "536318c0-03d6-4e56-b1f7-9b6c3f7db27a-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:17:11.613", "backgroundColor": "#1c001c", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmZoMdvgw7M2o4yuLL9uwPRnCZiXFRE29mXkzBjAxVchHQ", "txHash": "0x9371fd3637863ee160b9209883ef77e3dcf1de7878d59d3dc998f2dd1752a897", "createdAtBlock": 15041649, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 7112, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Enchanter Mina of the Marsh", "text": "This is why Mina trusts only two wizards to keep her secrets safe  her lover A and their devoted pet, Gimpy. At least, Mina hopes no one else knows what she is hiding. Some fragments of her earlier life seem to have been wiped from her memory  and it was in those moments that she grew into her true powers. Mina cannot say exactly what happened, or who was there to witness these events, if anyone.\n\nWith a multitude of potential threats from all angles, it would be easy for Mina to live in paranoia. Sometimes, she does fall into a spiral of fear. She is not immune to it. But she will not succumb to it. Because she knows she is too powerful, to sacred to let that fear destroy her. Instead, Mina embodies her lustful magic so fully that no one has any reason to ever question whether she is anything more than a slut. As far as they know, she exists to make them wet. To entertain their bulges.\n\nAnd she knows how to keep the boys distracted, thats for sure\n\nMina is keeping some tricks up her sleeve, for now. As long as her full power remains under the radar, it is still her power. \n\n\n## To be continued...\n\n*<<- Ch 2: Intro to A*"}
{"id": "98675cd6-2e0a-4529-aed7-fefc77381d2d-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:46.059", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXKDVVGtE7rgMm4nAzgXxvwmaC9jKj6LjEC3C1fXtexHU", "txHash": "0xf02ef195685c7fc28c7df40bb8b586ff136454cd372a92751af348518290b815", "createdAtBlock": 15049640, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13279, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nyx Contender of the Cockatrice", "text": "# Nyx Contender of the Cockatrice \n\nNyx was a man of kind words and deeply held beliefs, acquired over decades, together with the grooves of his face. An eternal student of life. With nature, the universe and all beings therein as his teachers.\n\nHe was generous with his wisdom. Always gifting nuggets of it to anyone around to receive them.\n\nBut on this day, he was barely able to get a word out.\n\n*Whats that symbol on your shield mean, Nyx?  \nWhy do you have null goat as a pet?  \nDid you really kill a basilisk?*\n\nThe three boys had been drilling Nyx with questions for quite a while now. Few other guests remained at the tavern and the innkeeper seemed tired and ready to close up shop. Yet, disinhibited by cheap ale, the boys showed no signs of slowing down.\n\nPatiently, Nyx responded: *Lads, it does not matter what one has done. What matters is what they do from here on out. And we are all one anyway.*\n\n*Yes, yes. I sure hope so. Then I could redeem myself!* Petgrin of Wosstlemore blurted out. At only 16 years of age, he was the youngest. Ruthwald and Wallstur were both 17 already.\n\nRuthwald elbowed Petgrin in an attempt to shut him up. At this Petgrin slowly turned his head to look a Ruthwald, his expression dimmed by alcohol.\n\n*Nyx wont tell on us. Wont you, Nyx?*\n\n*I certainly will not.* Nyx responded.\n\n*You see?* Petgrin said, still looking at Ruthwald, who seemed too tired to argue. Looking back towards Nyx, Petgrin started a drunken confession:"}
{"id": "98675cd6-2e0a-4529-aed7-fefc77381d2d-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:46.059", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXKDVVGtE7rgMm4nAzgXxvwmaC9jKj6LjEC3C1fXtexHU", "txHash": "0xf02ef195685c7fc28c7df40bb8b586ff136454cd372a92751af348518290b815", "createdAtBlock": 15049640, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13279, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nyx Contender of the Cockatrice", "text": "*We are travelling to the Citadel to start a new life, you see. Start anew. For we have tainted the good names of our families back home. Really didnt mean to, but just so happened. I mean, there was this amulet that belonged to this noble wizard guy and well, we took it. I took it. Was a big deal, we had to flee and all.*\n\nRaising his mug Petgrin proclaimed a toast: *To new beginnings!* But then - with great dismay - he noticed that the mug was empty.\n\nAt his, Nyx rose to his feet: *Let me get one last round for you lads.*\n\n*You shouldnt have told him that, Petgrin!* Ruthwald hissed as Nyx was out of earshot.\n\nPetgrin shrugged his shoulders. Behind them Nyx talked to the innkeeper, handing over a satchel of coins which seemed to contain significantly more than what was required for the ale. Yet the innkeeper appeared to be neither surprised nor particularly happy about that.\n\nReturning to the table Nyx placed the mugs down in front of the boys, spilling some of the ale. Behind them the innkeeper quietly left. The last of the other patrons were already gone.\n\n*Thank you Nyx, you are very kind. Very kind.* Petgrin said as he raised his mug.\n\nOut of nowhere, something flashed through the thick air between Nyx and the boys, followed by a splash of chunky liquid hitting one of the wooden walls of the tavern. Wallstur gazed at it in wonder, not comprehending what it was or where it had come from. A moment later it became hard to focus as the world started to spin. He was dead before his head hit the table."}
{"id": "98675cd6-2e0a-4529-aed7-fefc77381d2d-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:46.059", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXKDVVGtE7rgMm4nAzgXxvwmaC9jKj6LjEC3C1fXtexHU", "txHash": "0xf02ef195685c7fc28c7df40bb8b586ff136454cd372a92751af348518290b815", "createdAtBlock": 15049640, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13279, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nyx Contender of the Cockatrice", "text": "Petgrin did not look at the stain on the wall. Nor would he look at anything ever again. For the same blow that had slashed Wallsturs throat had cut through his face, blinding him.\n\nRuthwald had been the lucky one. Sitting in the middle between the other two boys he was spared as he had just leaned back at the very moment when Nyxs pike had struck.\n\nHe fell from his stool, landing hard on his back, and immediately began scooting backwards in a panic. But Nyx was already flinging himself over the table and - in the same motion - swung his terrible pike yet again. Ruthwalds belly burst open, intestines spilling out over the dusty tavern floor.\n\nTrying to repair the damage that had been done as best as he could Ruthwald attempted to frantically shove his organs back inside of himself. This was enough to catch the attention of the null goat which managed to snag onto a part of Ruthwalds great intestine and subsequently pull it out and across the room.\n\nNyx turned his attention from Ruthwalds hopeless struggle to Petgrin who was fumbling along the walls in a futile attempt to find the door.\n\n*Stop moving.* Nyx commanded, without great hurry.\n\nAt this, Petgrin spun around, back to the wall, frozen. A moment of silence as he wondered if Nyx was even still there. Would he be spared?\n\nFor the final time that night Nyxs pike struck. Thus ended the life Petgrin of Wosstlemore, miracle child of Systrine and Hubert of Wosstlemore, the last of his bloodline.\n\n\n## Epilogue: Nyx and the Assassins Prayer"}
{"id": "98675cd6-2e0a-4529-aed7-fefc77381d2d-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:46.059", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXKDVVGtE7rgMm4nAzgXxvwmaC9jKj6LjEC3C1fXtexHU", "txHash": "0xf02ef195685c7fc28c7df40bb8b586ff136454cd372a92751af348518290b815", "createdAtBlock": 15049640, "nsfw": true, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13279, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nyx Contender of the Cockatrice", "text": "## Epilogue: Nyx and the Assassins Prayer\n\nNyx presented himself as a man of kind words and deeply held beliefs, acquired over decades, together with the grooves of his face. An eternal student of life. With nature, the universe and all beings therein as his teachers.\n\nHe was generous with his wisdom. Always gifting nuggets of it to anyone around to receive them.\n\nYet some observed that at times the words seemed slightly out of place, not quite made to fit. As if Nyx had access to a barrel (a huge one, the one the dwarven brewers used for mountain ale) filled with scrolls, each containing just a few prepared sentences. And when opportunity happened to arise, he would ruffle through them, grasping for whatever fit the occasion, even if just a little bit.\n\nAt night, before laying down to sleep - kneeling next to clumps of carelessly bound hay - Nyx always halted, eyes closed. He breathed deeply until he was sure to be the center of the world. And then he spoke those few words that he never shared:\n\n>Gods of death I call you, my pike is by my side  \nReveal those who disobey wherever they may hide  \nFor I scour the plains and fields and holes  \nTo rip them open, devour flesh, free their souls  \nRelease comes in an instand as they hoped it would  \nSouls ascent to haven, as I feast on flesh and blood"}
{"id": "a900cad6-1e7d-4546-bd7a-1a13bb8035d2-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:46.868", "backgroundColor": "#200322", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmbxJNzJSxyTY1SmLAv1A98mRS8wakpembmEow6DPEhVLM", "txHash": "0xf239fd04da3d5837ce3d801367d4e032c1c393e94ee1c6644726130cc865577d", "createdAtBlock": 15051779, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3154, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Archmagus Ixar in the Shadows", "text": "Ixar was a powerful wizard who only came out at night when it was dark out. He would walk the dark and lonely streets with his lucky black cat named Willy, avoiding anyone and everyone. Ixar was from the Shadows and was very powerful. He had many spells that he could use to hurt people if he wanted to. But he never used his powers for evil. He only used them to help people. One night, Ixar saw a group of men beating up a helpless old man. Ixar didn't hesitate to help. He used his magic to stop the men and help the old man. The old man was very grateful. From then on, Ixar decided to use his powers to help people in need. He became a hero to many people. And Willy always stayed by his side."}
{"id": "9b410d58-b715-45e2-b318-c7f03760d8d6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:47.599", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRdNG8ctDcWqGkgURDQd58aEancVreamvbYmKkEVscp2V", "txHash": "0x4daa3fb05b2bbd0e273a308745e59090f137597c7b6f89ef8fd11d31a4268235", "createdAtBlock": 15051964, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1352, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Druid Poppy of the Bastion", "text": "# The Kobold Burger Story \n\nPoppy was always an enterprising kobold. Smarter than your average kobold, Poppy was able to follow simple recipes and loved to cook. He dreamed of becoming a burger stall owner. To earn a living honestly would be his chance to get out of the gutters. Poppy set out with nothing but his wooden box and his cooking supplies to start his food stall business. After setting up at kobolds crossroads serving travelers the occasionally grill skewered frog and roasted grasshoppers, business was struggling. On one particularly gloomy day of bleak sales Poppy was visited by a hungry rat. Feeling sorry for the rat he tossed him a bit of the stew he cooked up that day. He watched as the rat sniffed the morsel suspiciously then took a nibble. Immediately the rat spit out the food and exclaimed to Poppys surprise, this is terrible!.\n\nYou rat cant do better, Poppy retorted. \n \nAh but youre mistaken, I can do much, much better, the rat came back.  \n \nLeave Poppy alone, Poppy has enough problems, Poppy sunk back into his food stall stool. Hanging his head. His once perky ears now floppy. Tears began to well up in his eyes.  \n\nThe rat with his beady red eyes leaned in close to Poppy, Ive got a proposal for you Kobold, listen very closely....  \n\n# **\"Extra, Extra!!! Kobold creates burger empire! Best burgers in the Runiverse! Franchise locations at all major cities. Kobold Poppy is a massive success story!!!\"**  \n\n  \n\nPoppy looks at Ratberry the rat, Poppy is so happy we meet, master Ratberry. Your secret ingredient really makes them burgers taste good!.  \n\nRatberry, Of course you idiot, now let me think."}
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{"id": "7289aed4-7273-42b4-8dc3-0de6c1ca36d1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:38:59.371", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsofWPx36jEr71zB2EbWk1beZqjFWfy5XxKBwA6v6xJC", "txHash": "0x56d6e6c175a5e3fbcb120ffea5e388a0faf8448ac4dcae9e2afe37ec12a69d4f", "createdAtBlock": 15064232, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Vampyre Damien of the Havens", "text": "Searing pain shot through his fingers up his arm and into his body. \n\nThe burning sensation overwhelmed him as he forced his hand to remain steady.\n\nHed lose his breath from the pain. Luckily, as a Vampyre, he didnt need to breathe.\n\nBut as a Vampyre he also shouldnt be nowhere near Sacred flame. \n\nDamien was not a usual Vampyre though. That was obvious on the first sight. Instead of pompous gothic garb, he was wearing plain white lab coat. Instead of obligatory bat, his familiar was a huge ladybug."}
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{"id": "9c259252-7f14-4a36-9204-6884196f8320-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:37:00.945", "backgroundColor": "#932003", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNbU2DT7wzawuQKcMTxwErEGTWaLvbMhywBR2AzA4JHTH", "txHash": "0xaaf6b359e1fd8aa4c7f7065cc1c7783c12b98418131075de1111afaf019eef69", "createdAtBlock": 15065320, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8799, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Talal Mincer of Runes", "text": "# CHAPTER 1: The Beginning\n\nLong before the Quantum Downs began to acquire form, but just after the Infinity Veil separated the unlife from the Runiverse, there lived the mysterious progenitor race of Ancient Ones. \n\nAfter eons of study, Talal the Elder left these authors of the Runes with his full power contained within his Astro Force imbued Megasuit gifted to him by the Olympians, to explore the new worlds of the nascent cosmos.\n\nBy folding space he travels distances free of time. \n\nAfter centuries of exploration, he befriended and became the guardian of the Hunters Guild who in turn protect the companion pets and familiars that graze The Savannah plains south of The Baobabs.\n\nThough settled, in this his new home world, he nevertheless continues to frequently voyage across the worldways in search of new Runes to discover and collect.\n\nTo this end, @warrior5095 is his herald through the Time Portals, and @warrior15305 his harbinger across galactic space. \n\nHis great quest of \"Uplift\" is known in name only, but his benevolence is legendary. \n\nFortunate are the wizards and warriors he watches over and those enlisted to his service."}
{"id": "f641f814-b7a4-4d0e-a00d-4110546bfb76-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.2", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRZsnzCoPyzqZemd4gFCsRFMFxEBR6CTgWozK3MwBGEkf", "txHash": "0xc0f7e8e1c1fb37e9e9c7267049d119ac45cad580f7bde7b3de7e8b51c126f643", "createdAtBlock": 15121844, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 77, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qme8TUaoa11LsftYvBtFJNkS5wFuvqWD9FMN7Npga8geWk", "name": "Ishtar the Rapturous", "text": "Endless rays of colour streamed across the glittering path, bathing Ishtar in a dancing cloak of rainbow sunlight. \n\nHe flapped his lips contentedly, basking in the warm glow. Further to the north, the sky swirled across the Infinity Veil. He bounced daintily from hoof to hoof: \n\n*Forward, back, forward, forward, back, a little shimmy to the siiiiide Oh yeah, now thats a prance, baby! What a glorious day. What. A. Day!*\nHe let out a whinny of delight as the Rune of Venus on his rump radiated tranquillity through his muscles from beneath the bronze armour plating, which itself had the same rune  though larger  etched into its surface. He tossed his head back, revelling in the cool breeze that flowed down Hue Masters Pass and fluttered at the edges of the pink mane poking out the sides of his neck shield.\n\nIshtar considered what to do next than pranced a bit more, flicking his equally pink tail back and forth in unadulterated pleasure.\n\nWell arent you a pretty unicorn?\n\nAt this sudden intrusion, Ishtar leaped about two metres straight up into the air and then landed, rose-tinted hooves scrabbling across the slick path.\n\nThe girl snickered behind her hand.\n\nIshtar took a moment to recover his frayed nerves, then puffed up his chest and drew himself up to his full height."}
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{"id": "f641f814-b7a4-4d0e-a00d-4110546bfb76-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:09.2", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmRZsnzCoPyzqZemd4gFCsRFMFxEBR6CTgWozK3MwBGEkf", "txHash": "0xc0f7e8e1c1fb37e9e9c7267049d119ac45cad580f7bde7b3de7e8b51c126f643", "createdAtBlock": 15121844, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 77, "slug": "ponies", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qme8TUaoa11LsftYvBtFJNkS5wFuvqWD9FMN7Npga8geWk", "name": "Ishtar the Rapturous", "text": "Well, well, well, and look at you! A fine shard of the celestial consciousness indeed. And might I add that you make quite the dashing little vixen! Ishtar winked at Haze, who bashfully flicked her bushy tail over her nose and blinked slowly at him.\n\nIshtar turned back to Bathsheba, sucking his teeth thoughtfully.\n\nSay, you got any sugar cubes, Sheba? All the magic in the Runiverse dont beat a good sugar cube!\n\nShe leaned in close, placing a hand on his neck, and whispered, What if I was to tell you, Ishtar my prancing friend, that I know a place where we can get all the sugar cubes you ever dreamed of?\n\nIm listening he whispered back breathlessly.\n\nWell need to get in touch with my friend, Rainbow Cakes. Youll like him, hes got your affinity for bright colours and sparkles. We just have one stop to make first  The Infinity Veil. \n\nShe set off over the Pass. So, are you coming or what?\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
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{"id": "c8c99d96-0f70-486d-8a99-0398b298abb8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:14.778", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSvRFCRQGK6TQQia92Db5E8etRYsLpdokWEzekE32Xp39", "txHash": "0xff3d9540d146d8f7179718f32acc8c8effad0e879664c2f3c00c8feda582d422", "createdAtBlock": 15068535, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 10239, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Zayden Striker of Power", "text": "Silence.\n\nBreath.\n\nFocus.\n\nPower comes from calmness.\nFrom inaction, action is born.\nMore quiet the inaction, the more powerful the action.\nBalance is found in extremes.\n\nFeel your body. It's free in its inaction.\nThe cold blade in your hand is just another limb, part of your body.\nExtension of your will.\n\nA leaf is falling from the tree. It's impossible to predict the movement of a falling leaf. Don't try to predict the leaf. Don't try to chase the leaf. Fall with it. Become the leaf. \n\nCUT!\n\nOnly one movement, faster than the wind. The leaf became two, split in half. Both keep falling, hardly disturbed. It was not your blade splitting them, it was your mind. It was not the leaf which was cut in half, it was you.\n\nZayden opened his eyes. A thin stream of blood runs from his nose. \n\nAlmost perfect. Never perfect. Perfection is goal that changes. Chase it but never hope to catch it."}
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{"id": "bbef9597-2dce-46bc-9f21-3caf218423c8-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:33.407", "backgroundColor": "#d3cc12", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://Qmdp2fHneVkspKw2qBuDBZfredTN8G1E4YjqwK6zJzMCUx", "txHash": "0x75af2203289f835bed8751bcf6ec4d2138f85ae9112f61c5e977cc36d7055f76", "createdAtBlock": 15071534, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 13593, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Nails Chopper of Atlantis", "text": "Ivan was a brave warrior who loved to chop goblin nails with his axe before he killed them. He was skilled in battle and had a sharp mind, which he used to his advantage in battle. He was also known for his love of cucumdogs, which he would eat like no other.\n\nOne day, Ivan was on a mission to kill a group of goblins who had been terrorizing a nearby village. He snuck up on them and killed them all before they could react. He then went to the village and told them what he had done. The villagers were so grateful to him that they decided to throw a feast in his honor.\n\nDuring the feast, Ivan enjoyed eating cucumdogs more than anything else. He even asked for seconds and thirds. The villagers were so impressed by his appetite that they decided to make him an honorary member of the village.\n\nIvan continued to protect the village from goblins and other threats. He became known as the village's hero and was loved by all. He continued to eat cucumdogs whenever he had the chance, and he always made sure to save some for the villagers."}
{"id": "49195120-7da9-4e54-a765-34088451daf7-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:32.58", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTn5xx4Ur64P5D8sHoJ95LErappkmRufFsj4UF4fEy1rc", "txHash": "0xfa76e5f61d1f3c2906e650accd11470682569721897153aae1b899b70b55c6ea", "createdAtBlock": 15078089, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8644, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Crud Slaughterer of the Ditch", "text": "# **The Fantastical Adventures of Crud Slaughterer of the Ditch, Warrior #8644**\n\n\n### Concerning Kobolds: Part One\n\n---\n\nSuggested Soundtrack:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI5FRe5OM6E\n\n---\n\nTo Be Continued... (Check WiP Google Docs)\n\n---\n\n### The Origin of Crud: Part Two\n\n---\n\nSuggested Ambience:\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CahOLfYxiq0\n\n---\n\nOne day Crud appeared. He was not wanted, nor was he welcome, but he existed none the less. And... to be quite honest, I am not quite sure if even Crud fully understood his own existence, or why he had been placed in the dominion of man.\n\n---\nAfter many years of trial and tribulation, Crud found a home. In the ditches of Calista's Citadel Crud discovered what it meant to be a Kobold. He could not read... or write... or even speak, at least anything intelligible. But, despite all of his shortcomings, Crud had a heart of gold. He yearned to join his fellow warriors on the field of battle. He yearned to be a hero, but a hero he was not.\n\n---\n\nOn the 811th day of the 41st age after the fall of Avalon Crud discovered something truly magnificent. Laying in a dumpster, full of rats and oozy garbage, Crud found his one true love... an old rusty wrench. He played with it daily, either breaking something of great value or a poor villagers skull, completely by accident, was a common occurrence. Common enough to get Crud put on a list... a list which no Kobold has any business being on... a list that meant Crud's doom. \n\n---"}
{"id": "49195120-7da9-4e54-a765-34088451daf7-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:32.58", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTn5xx4Ur64P5D8sHoJ95LErappkmRufFsj4UF4fEy1rc", "txHash": "0xfa76e5f61d1f3c2906e650accd11470682569721897153aae1b899b70b55c6ea", "createdAtBlock": 15078089, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8644, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Crud Slaughterer of the Ditch", "text": "---\n\nInto the depths of the world Crud fled, as he was being pursued by the bane of Kobolds, the @wizard19. Bearing just his rune and his trusty wrench, Crud made his way to the gates of the Elysian Fields. Here he hoped to find a pony, but what he found suited him much better. An old boar he would ride into battle on, he would finally confront the @wizard19.\n\n---\n\nAfter a short 4 seconds, Crud fell to the earth in defeat... he had lost. Awoken in the dark caverns of a strange lair, Crud was trapped in a cage. There was nothing he could do, he waited for his doom.\n\n---\n\nTo be continued...\n\nWiP: https://docs.google.com/document/d/14QV2X76w6n0vFEPAzHB8EtofZ9HPn-MFjZ2MbT_a-Zo/edit?usp=sharing"}
{"id": "19cabe02-dc5f-48a7-afbc-e70d9c8f6ef5-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:13.126", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXHTALpbwRCUbxQAF16DHJ58KfCfREBKzeBffBLYdvxoS", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2885, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXky4Q232zqf6xu3ojudpW3knfpwoLVP665ewirDQ7mVq", "name": "Sage Otto of the Moors", "text": "# Chapter 1: Sage Otto infiltrates the Council\nHey, baby, keep up! Weve got a whole lot of dreams to get through!\n\nOtto muttered gruffly under his breath. He had thought himself at one with all beasts of the woods, the hills, and the water, but this Dream Pony was really fraying his nerves.\n\n@pony77 had popped up in the forest a few days previously. Supposedly Calista had sent the pony to assist Otto in accessing information from wizards on the Council. But he got the feeling that he was actually being micromanaged. Not that he had a problem with that, of course, Empress Calista could do as she pleased, by the light of the Runes and the Stars! Far be it from a simple animist like him to question the commands of the Citadel's saviour. Some warning would have been nice though. And a less excitable accomplice. On the other hand, Otto had to admit that accessing the wizards dreams was a handy technique.\n\nOtto my man, who are you and Dewdrop delving today? The beardy one?\n\nIshtar guffawed. D'ya get it? Because they *all* have beards! the pony shook his head and gave a self-satisfied sigh.\n\nI get it, Ishtar, very amusing, Otto replied through gritted teeth. The Empress thinks it might be a good idea to visit the White Wizard next, hes not a Dreamer or a Celestial, so we should be able to influence him relatively safely and without raising any suspicion."}
{"id": "19cabe02-dc5f-48a7-afbc-e70d9c8f6ef5-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:13.126", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXHTALpbwRCUbxQAF16DHJ58KfCfREBKzeBffBLYdvxoS", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2885, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXky4Q232zqf6xu3ojudpW3knfpwoLVP665ewirDQ7mVq", "name": "Sage Otto of the Moors", "text": "The pony flapped his lips. Ah yes, the *Empress* thinks thats a good idea. Of course *she* does. He winked at the Sage.\nOtto frowned. And what exactly are you implying, pony?\nIshtar innocently inspected one of his pink hooves. Me? Im not implying anything, baby. Oh no. I never imply things. Cant stand implications... very tiresome. If anything Im an anti-implier, you know.\n\nYoure not a very good liar, pony. I dont have time for this, growled Otto, wiping his hands on his coveralls. The sooner we get some information, the sooner you can leave me in peace and get back to that weird little mistress of yours. She gives me the heebie-jeebies. And just remember, once were in his dream, you *need to be quiet*. Even though youre staying out here, they seem to be able to hear you in there. I dont want a repeat of that nonsense with the Brown Wizard.\n\nIshtar snorted and rolled his eyes. Yeah well, xenophobia dont hold no water with me, baby. Im pretty sure he was a pony-hater too, I can smell them a mile off. Better off without him Id say. And Bathshebas not my mistress, @pony77 prances to nobodys tune but his own! She and I are partners. \n\nDespite his whinging, Ishtar had already begun readying himself; soon Otto saw the ground in front of the Dream Pony start to stir. The dirt bounced and vibrated in the air, forming itself into a floating outline of the Rune of Saturn.\n\nJust be ready to pull us out if it gets hairy in there NO PUNS, pony! the Sage cut Ishtar off as he opened his mouth."}
{"id": "19cabe02-dc5f-48a7-afbc-e70d9c8f6ef5-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:13.126", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXHTALpbwRCUbxQAF16DHJ58KfCfREBKzeBffBLYdvxoS", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2885, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXky4Q232zqf6xu3ojudpW3knfpwoLVP665ewirDQ7mVq", "name": "Sage Otto of the Moors", "text": "Ishtar wheezed with suppressed laughter and beckoned the Sage forward with one pink hoof. As Otto approached the rune-shaped dust cloud, the pony whispered in his ear. Hey baby, has anyone ever told you that youve got a sparkling personality?\n# Chapter 2: The library\nThe White Wizards dream turned out to be the dullest so far. While the leader of the Red faction had played out a convoluted plot of intrigue, striving for dominion over all, and the Purple Wizards dreams were a psychedelic swirl of improbable landscapes populated by shape-shifting beasts, this was... a library.\n\nCobwebs hung across stacks of dusty books; an old and tattered parchment depicting an ancient and crude map of the Runiverse lay limply on a desk in the centre of the room.\n\nIn the dream, Otto had taken the same blob-like form as his slimy familiar. Dewdrop was the first to move, oozing her way across the thick rug, which appeared to be the pelt of some unfortunate animal.\n\nOtto followed, as always struggling at first to come to terms with the lack of structure in his slimy body. People dont often pause to think about how much of the heavy lifting a skeleton does for them, but its absence very quickly drives the point home. Otto flopped awkwardly across the rug, still not entirely sure whether this transformation was strictly necessary for him to enter the Dream Realm, or whether it was just the ponys idea of entertainment.\n\nIt did have its uses though, like the fact that Dewdrop was a master of camouflage. Otto wondered whether all sapphire slimes had this trait.\n\n*No, only me!* came the cheerful reply. The hive mind they shared was another unexpected benefit they had gained in the process.\n\nA nearby cough startled them, and Dewdrop instantly flowed over the cover of a nearby book, perfectly mimicking pattern, colour, and texture."}
{"id": "19cabe02-dc5f-48a7-afbc-e70d9c8f6ef5-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:13.126", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXHTALpbwRCUbxQAF16DHJ58KfCfREBKzeBffBLYdvxoS", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2885, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXky4Q232zqf6xu3ojudpW3knfpwoLVP665ewirDQ7mVq", "name": "Sage Otto of the Moors", "text": "Otto managed to turn brown. *At least I got the right colour this time*, he thought ruefully.\n\n*Texture takes time to learn. Really* feel *the rug  you need to be able to* think *like the rug.*\n\nThink like a rug... sure... Otto contemplated his thread count as he slimed his way behind the leg of the desk, wondering if it was doing any good.\n\nThe White Wizard came wandering into the library antechamber, his dream form shimmering as though made of diaphanous crystal.\n\n*Are you ready, Dewdrop?*\n\n*Ready boss! Ill take the lead and once Ive convinced him Im a product of his own subconscious, Ill distract him while you access his memory centres.*\n\nAs Dewdrop reformed herself, the wizards dream-self was totally transfixed, and Otto got to work. This time, the whole operation was as simple as duping a Duck.\n\nAs they stepped out of the dream, Ishtar did a little jig. Hey good job, Sagey-baby! That was swee-eet! Boy, Dewdrop really had that one wrapped around her uh finger. So what now?\n\nNow, my four-legged friend, I shall make contact with Empress Calista, to inform her that the seeds have been sown. The rise of the Citadel has begun, Otto said briskly, as he focused a communication spell through his ruby staff. \n\nIn his room, @wizard3901 withdrew from his mind vision, smiling to himself in satisfaction. And after the rise? Well after the rise, comes the fall."}
{"id": "19cabe02-dc5f-48a7-afbc-e70d9c8f6ef5-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:13.126", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmXHTALpbwRCUbxQAF16DHJ58KfCfREBKzeBffBLYdvxoS", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2885, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmXky4Q232zqf6xu3ojudpW3knfpwoLVP665ewirDQ7mVq", "name": "Sage Otto of the Moors", "text": "## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
{"id": "a43d0ef7-cd83-4721-8ec3-3785b834ea15-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.077", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTttJWTJ72odNv2KhTeQRrvXNDhCSyd3qEZgw5QRWfmcE", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSs6MSTm8eNZbRckK4T8yxJ3Jr3jsNXqrPub6Qa3AJ4FV", "name": "Scryer Apollo of the Villa", "text": "Scryer Apollo stood and walked to the lectern as the presiding wizard called his name. He looked around the horseshoe-shaped table at the assembled council members  several delegates from each guild, many of them clustered together, side-eyeing the other guilds.\n\nApollo had been diligent in the days leading up to the Council, presenting his arguments to others who he thought he could win over to his side. He was confident at least some of them would back him, yet he still needed @wizard3901. The Yellow Wizard held far too much sway with the Council Apollo was sure the invitations Oberon regularly extended to other guilds to indulge themselves in Chronomancers Riviera didnt hurt. The debauchery of the Riviera was notorious; Oberon no doubt held secrets like an axe over the necks of many wizards at this table.\n\nApollo turned his attention to the Councilmembers: Brothers, sisters, let us set aside our differences. It may not seem obvious to all, but we approach a time of crisis for all magic-makers. For the last few planetary cycles, Calistas Citadel has been secretly mustering its strength Now the Empress has aid from the outside, from this interloper who draws wizards to her side like flies to rotting meat. These deserters weaken all the guilds, and lest we forget, many other wizards have disappeared without a trace over the last two cycles. \n\nApollo paused meaningfully, surveying the crowd, although he wavered as his eyes met Oberons. The Archmagus smiled at him smugly."}
{"id": "a43d0ef7-cd83-4721-8ec3-3785b834ea15-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.077", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTttJWTJ72odNv2KhTeQRrvXNDhCSyd3qEZgw5QRWfmcE", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSs6MSTm8eNZbRckK4T8yxJ3Jr3jsNXqrPub6Qa3AJ4FV", "name": "Scryer Apollo of the Villa", "text": "Apollo cleared his throat and continued. It is said, comrades, that even the Key Master supports this rogue witch. His familiar, Derek the Sphinx, passes back and forth through the Infinity Veil at will, prowling those reaches at the behest of the Key Master. The sphinx is feasting on the minds of wizards lost to the Psychic Leap. Why should we trust them? The Purple guild knows well the dangers of the Leap, what say you @wizard1827?\n\nA strong-faced sorceress in elegant purple aristocratic robes gave Apollo a wry smile, stroking the black cat on her lap as she spoke: The claws of the Leap may scratch at our minds, Scryer, but the sphinx holds no fear for the living. \n\nShe shook her head, making waves of thick purple and black hair bounce around her face. Light flashed off her intricate golden earrings and the gold stud in her prominent nose. No Apollo, @wizard777 has guarded the Gate to the Seventh Realm honourably since before history began, protecting us from the horrors beyond. We may have our differences, but nobody can question his motivations.\n\nExactly what he would have us believe! replied Apollo, throwing up his hands in exasperation. I say that we have always diminished ourselves by living in the Key Masters shadow! For too long have wizards from all guilds vanished with no trace, while he does nothing to stop it! For too long have rogues and separatists been allowed free reign across our territories! The time has come to make a stand!\n\nArchmagus Alessar and the rest of the White guild had their heads together, speaking in hushed tones. Apollo noted a few others in the different factions around the table conversing, and there were a few murmurs of approval from around the room."}
{"id": "a43d0ef7-cd83-4721-8ec3-3785b834ea15-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.077", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTttJWTJ72odNv2KhTeQRrvXNDhCSyd3qEZgw5QRWfmcE", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSs6MSTm8eNZbRckK4T8yxJ3Jr3jsNXqrPub6Qa3AJ4FV", "name": "Scryer Apollo of the Villa", "text": "Emboldened, he continued. And now the Citadels army of dark sorcerers, creatures of the Quantum Shadow, and craven Ducks amasses to the south of Alessars Keep\n\nAnd what have we to do with Alessars Keep or Rudimentals? interjected another voice from the assembly. I say let them tend to their own defences!\n\nDo not be a fool, brother, do you not see that the Citadel means to usurp us all? Do you think they will stop once the Keep falls? But we shall not bow before this threat. We must unite and crush these invaders who threaten our way of life.\n\nThe Brown Wizard threw his hands in the air. Bah! We have no interest in the intrigues and machinations of the other guilds. I have a snurtle farm to tend to and the blood grapes are almost ready for harvest. It would seem to me that the Reds stand to lose the most they are the Citadels neighbours and after all, arent they the ones always dabbling in another mans potions? Let them interfere in the Keeps business, should be right up their street.\n\nAngry murmurs rose from the Red guild, but Apollo raised his arms for quiet and shot Oberon a glare. The fool was supposed to be backing his case! He had already been pressured into parting with some very sensitive information on the research being conducted in the Bastion, and he would be crushed beneath the Runes before he let the old goat rinse him like this.\n\nArchmagus Oberon you have something to contribute from the Yellow Wizards?\n\nOberon yawned and slowly got to his feet, waving a hand condescendingly at Apollo. The Scryer gritted his teeth. He could not risk upsetting the balance not yet."}
{"id": "a43d0ef7-cd83-4721-8ec3-3785b834ea15-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.077", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTttJWTJ72odNv2KhTeQRrvXNDhCSyd3qEZgw5QRWfmcE", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSs6MSTm8eNZbRckK4T8yxJ3Jr3jsNXqrPub6Qa3AJ4FV", "name": "Scryer Apollo of the Villa", "text": "Hear me now, council members. It is true that the Blues have not been the most trustworthy allies in the past particularly Scryer Apollo. But we do not have to like him to know what he says is true\n\nApollos face darkened as he struggled to suppress his anger at this sleight on his character. Oberon continued smoothly.\n\nThe Citadel has yearned for its former days of glory for centuries and the new Empress claims to be Calista reincarnated. This alone tells us that she seeks conquest  she is invoking the name of the greatest military sorceress in history!\n\nOberons assertion was met with a few snorts of derision from some of the Red Wizards, but most of his audience were now listening with more interest. The Yellow Wizard nodded thoughtfully, then continued. Yes, you see now that this is a plight we cannot ignore. The longer we leave the Citadel to strengthen, the bolder its leader will become. But we are not warriors. It is not our way to storm a citys walls. Besides, they are protected by Calista's ancient magic. No, brothers and sisters we need somebody on the inside, with an intimate knowledge of the city and access to the Empress.\n\nHe paused. Luckily for us all, I have just such a person. Oberon smiled in satisfaction at the look of bewilderment on the Scryers face, then stepped aside. A bearded Sage with a ruby staff and a feather in his hat emerged stealthily from the shadows.\n\nCouncil members, allow me to introduce @wizard2885."}
{"id": "a43d0ef7-cd83-4721-8ec3-3785b834ea15-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:14.077", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmTttJWTJ72odNv2KhTeQRrvXNDhCSyd3qEZgw5QRWfmcE", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3917, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSs6MSTm8eNZbRckK4T8yxJ3Jr3jsNXqrPub6Qa3AJ4FV", "name": "Scryer Apollo of the Villa", "text": "Council members, allow me to introduce @wizard2885.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard3914\n \nPart 1: @pony77\n \nPart 2: @wizard2877\n \nPart 3: @wizard1175 \n \nPart 4: @wizard3901 \n \nPart 5: @wizard4841\n \nPart 6: @wizard2885 \n \nPart 7: @wizard3917\n \nPart 8: @wizard6084"}
{"id": "28f5a431-5674-43aa-9fff-8c760d293b46-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:15.568", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBbhUHmR34XCkW5eEbtznK7fgVepViDBGK5Cwr8eAaJV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2875, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeFsgshN1MvPBTPAU4FW36hUeEN7tNnGnR1aGzunabjcT", "name": "Thaumaturge Akron of the Thorn", "text": "Sl er landa ljme; lti ek helgum dome \n\nThe Thaumaturge cast his hands to the sky, then swept them around above his head, repeating the chant:\n\nSl er landa ljme; lti ek helgum dome \n\nThe sacred words echoed back to him from the heavens: \n\n*Sun is the light of the world; I bow to the divine decree*\n\nThe golden orb seemed to flare above the mountains of Skylord Rookery and a Sun Rune appeared within the curve of his joy staff  a ring of fire with a tiny ball of molten gas blazing at its centre. \n\nThe Thaumaturge swept his blue elven cloak over his shoulder, enveloping himself in his own miniature Runiverse. The Sun Rune illuminated the inner lining of his cape, turning it into his own personal sapphire sky; the visions danced against this backdrop, and Akron hummed meditatively.\n\nNestled at his feet, Sowil swayed. As the trance also took hold of the dirt rabbit, her eyes glowed  two miniature suns reflecting the glory of the great light on high. \n\nSpell ethers swirled around the Thaumaturge and his familiar as they drank in the visions. Images danced against Akrons elven canvas, vivid yet unfathomable. The message of the visions only became clear as Sowil thumped her back foot against the dirt, sending a rhythmic buzz through his body. He mentally noted the flashes of insight as they blossomed in his consciousness.\n\n*Blue and red moves earth amongst the Pillars  an ancient promise fulfilled stars perish on the slopes as the ocean rises to meet them*\n\n*A giant key turns, a riot of colours in a cosmic clash  adversaries, yet allies*"}
{"id": "28f5a431-5674-43aa-9fff-8c760d293b46-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:15.568", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUBbhUHmR34XCkW5eEbtznK7fgVepViDBGK5Cwr8eAaJV", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2875, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmeFsgshN1MvPBTPAU4FW36hUeEN7tNnGnR1aGzunabjcT", "name": "Thaumaturge Akron of the Thorn", "text": "*A giant key turns, a riot of colours in a cosmic clash  adversaries, yet allies*\n\n*The Alchemist cradles the world; blue patterns shimmer, but hold firm  a yolked infant not yet ready for this realm*\n\n*Ruinous fate, not yet come to pass the body dies, where severed limbs survive.* \n*Shatter the old to form the new; follow the bear to the blue tattoo.*\n\n*From the shores of the mirrored lake, the ocean bursts forth.* \n\n*Holy archways bathed in green, the man from the Mount intones: The High Priests blessing on the Emerald Rangers.*\n\nAkron shook his head as his sight came back into focus. He saw the glaze fading from Sowil's eyes. The rabbit twitched her nose at him.\n\nYou are right, Sowil. There is no time to lose. It seems fitting that we return to The Thorn to decide the fate of the Runiverse but first we must pay a visit to the Geomancer.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
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{"id": "2065c8f1-7b3e-4725-9a60-19371ae27813-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:53.363", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 2, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmQ8bDvciV7YCdBi6L7DbhYGfFkMGC8Ujrb28GMd8xuBHo", "txHash": "0xbf8f744b853c05d6a8a60e931f4c0621cd24871f871f17777eef726d5d722308", "createdAtBlock": 15097211, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4901, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Vampyre Damien of the Havens", "text": "Success! Now a little bit of Sacred flame is his. Just a tiny spark that he can carry without burning himself too much. He activated his Up Only Rune and flew back to Havens.\n\nHe couldnt wait to be in his lab, to start his new experiment. Experiments are the last thing he has left, after his new Vampyre kin took away everything else he loved. His love, his familyhis life.\n\nHe didnt feel anything, not anymore, not after almost 70 years of living as thismonster. Only sensation that remained was his scientific curiosity. Science helped him forget about his predicament. And now he had two new objects to be curious about. Sacred flame and very rare Egg of Unknown Beast. The way he got these items is a bit shameful, but Damien lost his pride long time ago."}
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{"id": "da379b53-7f50-4bdf-9415-ad6e50a414af-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:43.587", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdAuXQx12NHjMXvtq699rRJ5JKHo7pmnEC7v6M65irsRS", "txHash": "0xde3aa1c3646cd35cb5a651c9fddcf3714fd52e8b9bf412f96cd701dd2f0a589c", "createdAtBlock": 15083376, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3236, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hamlin Clubber of the Swamp", "text": "# Hammlin Clubber of the Swamp\n\nHammlin  doesn't remember how he ended up in the swamp. All he knows is that the swamp is all he knows. \n\nA large part of Hammlins diet consists of the plentiful mushrooms that can be found in the swamp. Though the mushrooms seem to cloud his memory, he enjoys how they make him feel and before battle he will chew some berserker mushrooms that put him in a fighting frenzy.\n\nHammlin has only vague memories of his days as a knight and his formal training. Nonetheless, he possesses superb instinctual fighting skills and immense strength. Standing over two meters tall, he weilds a gigantic mace with a heavy head and leaves a trail of battered corpses in his wake. The black panther Khan is Hammlins steady companion, for as long as he can remember."}
{"id": "1c241822-e079-4066-baa9-e4032a1d8ac1-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:39:44.252", "backgroundColor": "#4b0400", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmT294rgDVtY1S43kAgktXLv1gFZsqYb4K879a1sixa1dV", "txHash": "0x1a78ad8694b65b60b0ea27ad9b88817d14f2e23e169e6b72793ee03231144e25", "createdAtBlock": 15083926, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8378, "slug": "warriors", "firstImage": null, "name": "Hana Thief of Carnal Delights", "text": "*[Author note: this is the safe for work edition of this lore. There will be a NSFW version later.]*\n\nThe thief of carnal delights  a slightly deceiving title. While one may have their mind in the gutter, Hana earned this from an old habit. She absolutely loves the consumption of salty meat snacks and will do anything, even overtly mugging strangers (if shes hungry enough), to get them.\n\nSneaky young Hana loved to climb trees. She loved it so much that she created a nest upon the highest perch of the tallest tree she could find. It was the perfect spot for spotting her next snack, or cozying up and taking a catnap. \n\nOne day, hunky warrior Chazoline, strapped with wild game hunted that day, came barreling through the area. He had so much that he carried a wagon full of corpses behind him. His armored boots stomping jolted young Hana awake from her family-famous catnaps. Dazed, Hana peered over her nest to see the hulky Chazoline and his prey. The looming smell of flesh sobered her up in an instant and instinct quickly took over. With great finesse, Hana quietly exited the tree - the boisterous Chazoline and his rattly wagon helping cover the sound. Hana prowled, positioning herself behind the tree as to be out of sight as the bulky warrior passed. Suddenly, she pounced and swiped, grabbing a rabbit from the wagon. She quickly scurried away, and Chazoline was none the wiser.\n\nThe rush Hana got from the experience was surreal. She always loved a salty meat treat, but one that had so much emotion attached to it? She had to do it again"}
{"id": "9d1c5444-5d5f-48e0-a26b-bc343f1076ca-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:16.518", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxzyxLtPyUDBpSnBeJYWtQerCopBeiBzJYuPPsKf9NEH", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSoeT8TSyntJP2uB9jwjfqsHT1UsAya7goCnxc97ZvTTW", "name": " Apollo of the Event Horizon", "text": "Apollo ran through the head-high golden grass, the footsteps of the huge beast thundering in his ears. He could make out its crested necks up ahead, swaying as it galloped through the rolling fields... he was closing fast. The beast, sensing him getting nearer, let out a primal roar   a mix of rage and terror.\n\nWithout warning, a giant rift split the sky above his head. Apollo was sucked up into the sky behind the creature; he cast a rune of brass, but spinning through the vortex he could not stabilise himself to hurl it at the two-headed beast. And then they were spat out into another dimension.\n\nHe hit the ground running, barely taking in his surroundings, all his attention focused on his quarry, which had scrambled to its feet and was running for its life. None had escaped him before, and that was not about to change this day. He steeled himself to deal the killing blow... and was thrown from his feet as colours bloomed all around him.\n\nHe looked up from the ground at a gold-framed gate that seemed to stretch to the edge of existence, its dimensions defying logic, but was jolted back to reality by a voice that boomed across the snow-covered mountains: \n\nBEHOLD MY QUANTUM STYLE, INTRUDER! Name yourself, or perish!\n\nApollo snarled in frustration as the beast he had been pursuing lolloped over a crest in the steep slope. With a cry of anger he launched himself at the massive shadow that was looming over him. The clouds above the mountains suddenly parted, illuminating his adversary.\n\n*What diabolical spawn of the cosmos is this?* he wondered."}
{"id": "9d1c5444-5d5f-48e0-a26b-bc343f1076ca-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:16.518", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxzyxLtPyUDBpSnBeJYWtQerCopBeiBzJYuPPsKf9NEH", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSoeT8TSyntJP2uB9jwjfqsHT1UsAya7goCnxc97ZvTTW", "name": " Apollo of the Event Horizon", "text": "*What diabolical spawn of the cosmos is this?* he wondered. \n\nThe being was enormous, standing fully twice as tall as Apollo himself, with a body resplendent in all the colours of the Astral Plane. On his shoulders sat a golden pyramid for a head, out which glared a monstrous, bulging eye.\n\nQuick as a flash, Apollo reached into his robes and clutched his crystal skull, summoning the spirits of the ancestors from beyond the Event Horizon. The souls wailed as they were torn between cosmic forces. Apollo mustered his strength to channel the Runiversal star magic  somehow, he knew it would take no less to match this brute.\n\nAVAST, YE MEATY CYCLOPS!\n\nThe rainbow-coloured colossus effortlessly deflected the raging starlight that the skull emitted in a dazzling beam; the mountainside warped as he cast his runes, and Apollo wavered, his senses clamouring as time and space distorted around him. He fought for an anchor point for his mind as he felt reality slipping away \n\nA sharp whinny cut through his fading consciousness and the world snapped back into place. The two combatants faced each other, neither willing to give ground. Apollo glanced down and saw a tiny and very angry-looking pony that had planted itself firmly between them.\n\nThe pony stamped its hoof and snorted. Thats quite enough of your Quantum Style, you think I havent beheld it before?! I mean honestly, Rainbow Cakes, what in the Seven Realms do you think youre doing? You know its my snack time. Ill bet the best grass is already melting, while you two lumbering oafs are busy with all your Behold This and your Avast That.\n\nThe pony paused, turning to Apollo: Although credit where credit is due Meaty Cyclops is a good one."}
{"id": "9d1c5444-5d5f-48e0-a26b-bc343f1076ca-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:16.518", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxzyxLtPyUDBpSnBeJYWtQerCopBeiBzJYuPPsKf9NEH", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSoeT8TSyntJP2uB9jwjfqsHT1UsAya7goCnxc97ZvTTW", "name": " Apollo of the Event Horizon", "text": "To the side, a feline chuckle alerted Apollo to the presence of another being. Without shifting his gaze from his foe, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and was shocked to see the Ancient Sphinx sat on his haunches, idly picking at his teeth with one vicious-looking claw.\n\nRounding on the giant, the pony then waded straight back into its tirade. Now, if I have to behold your Quantum Style one more time, Im liable to get mighty testy ice-grass waits for nobody!\n\nWith that, it clicked its hooves and leaped high into the air. Apollo looked on, wide-eyed, as it soared upwards, disappearing into the clouds that curled around the towering gate doors, then turned back to the giant.\n\nThe multi-coloured titan shuffled his feet. Sorry about Lamia she gets very grumpy if she misses snack time. And you know what bad luck it is to upset a pony, no matter what Astral Plane youre from. He scratched his pyramid. Where were we?\n\nHold on, I think there may have been some misunderstanding, said Apollo warily. What business have you with the Ancient Sphinx?\n\nYoohoo, Im right over here! called Derek. Im the Meaty Cyclopss familiar if you must know. Hes not a bad chap once you get to know him. Tends to act before he thinks though.\n\nThe giant let out an audible sigh, then drew himself up to his full height and spoke in grand tones. I am @wizard777, Guardian of the Gate to the Seventh Realm and who might you be?\n\nI am Apollo of the Event Horizon, Celestial Thelemist and a slayer of the northern quadrant. I extend an offer of friendship to any companion of the Sphinx; he is highly regarded beyond the Event Horizon. \n\nDerek smoothed his whiskers and nodded officiously."}
{"id": "9d1c5444-5d5f-48e0-a26b-bc343f1076ca-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:16.518", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmdxzyxLtPyUDBpSnBeJYWtQerCopBeiBzJYuPPsKf9NEH", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3032, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmSoeT8TSyntJP2uB9jwjfqsHT1UsAya7goCnxc97ZvTTW", "name": " Apollo of the Event Horizon", "text": "Derek smoothed his whiskers and nodded officiously. \n\nAnd yet you have allowed the beast to escape me! It must be destroyed before it can cause more harm.\n\nSacred Key Master looked sheepish. Oh I do apologise, Apollo, I thought the two of you were in cahoots and uh you were a lot smaller, so I thought Id deal with you first and then go after the slow two-headed one\n\nThe sphinx snickered and preened his wings. The Key Master shot him a glare. \n\nSo, can I take it that youre not going to try and attack me again? asked Apollo.\n\nYes. But this is *my* realm, so if youll have to follow a few rules.\n\nApollo relaxed and smiled up at him. \n\nIm sure an agreement can be reached, Key Master. Now, shall we tend to that beast down there?\n\nThe Key Master grinned and extended a hefty hand, which Apollo clasped firmly. The two celestial beings nodded at one another, then set off at a canter down the slope after the monster from the Seventh Realm.\n\nDerek the Sphinx rolled his eyes, yawned, and stretched out on his favourite rock. Exposing his belly to the warm afternoon sun, he promptly fell asleep.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
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{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "# Chapter 1: The hunters code\nShafts of golden light filtered through the forest canopy, dancing on the leaves that slowly swayed at the edges of the secluded glade. The massive beast lay on its side, its mountainous chest rising and falling steadily as it slumbered under the effects of the Dryads Ear plant spell.\n\nThere, there, my beauty, well get you somewhere safe, where you cant make a nuisance of yourself, crooned Eric, stroking the feathers on the first head. The scaly, reptilian second head rested on the ground nearby, snoring softly.\n\nEric sighed and tugged at the bushy red beard that jutted from under his blue hood. It was always refreshing to get back out into the forest to track down another stray, but it was getting harder and harder to relocate them to areas where they wouldnt come into contact with people. He hated having to secure contracts in crowded towns, where the citizens bayed for him to slay their tormentors.\n\nEric scratched Shimmers ears and the dog panted happily. He reflected on lifes many ironies he wasnt sure which was more ridiculous  being a peaceful Battle Mage, or an animist who drew much of his power from a toxic rune that was liable at any moment to poison the very environment he so cherished.\n\nEven now he could feel the molten power of the Rune of Cinnabar sliding through his veins, clamouring to be released. The mercury sulphide steamed inside him; he slowed his breathing, focusing his thoughts inwards, methodically suppressing the familiar urges."}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "A streak of crimson snapped him into action and he sprang forward, preparing to cast the rune if necessary and simultaneously hating himself for doing so. Before he had a chance, he felt a searing pain in his leg. He cried out in agony and clutched at his calf, which burnt as though thrust into a fire pit. Shimmer snarled, his hackles raised and fangs bared, but the snake was too fast. As quickly as it had struck, it retreated, then reared up on its tail, the top half of its fiery body standing as tall as a man.\n\n*A red mamba*. Eric gritted his teeth at the blazing pain that roared inside him. He could already feel the heat spreading upwards towards his torso. In a wavering voice, keeping his eyes on the snake, he cast the Dryads Ear  this time, on himself. With a slight inflection of the words, he directed the plant spell to mingle with the cinnabar within him. Immediately, he gasped in relief as the concoction started to break down the invading toxins. He wiped sweat from his brow as a man stepped into the clearing behind the snake. He wore a strange, triangular purple-rimmed hat, and over his robes hung a sash that seemed to disappear into the vast recesses of space. The man rubbed a finger along the dome of the crystal skull he carried in his hand.\n\nMy apologies, young man, but you startled Magma here. Regretfully, there is nothing I can do for you the man paused, eyeing Eric thoughtfully as the Battle Mage staggered to his feet. Interesting I thought there was no cure for the bite of a red mamba, but it seems I was mistaken. Well, good news for you, I suppose!"}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "Eric glared at the man. Aye, but not for you, stranger, he snarled, flaring his cinnabar. As he cast the rune, though, it petered out pitifully. Eric grunted angrily and tried again, but once more the casting flared and faded to no effect.\n\nThe other man shook his head ruefully. Im afraid that wont work, lad. Now if you dont mind, Ive been chasing this creature for days and its about time I finish the job. He cast a rune of his own. Brass manacles manifested out of the air and snapped shut around the six legs of the sleeping beast behind Eric, and a gleaming brass sword materialised in the mans left hand.\n\nWhat in the name of Mercury do you think youre doing? asked Eric. I captured this creature. By the hunters code it is mine to do with as I please, and I say it lives.\n\nThe other man contemplated the Battle Mage. I know nothing of this hunters code and I do not consider myself bound by it. I answer to higher laws than those of man. Step aside lad, before I am required to speed you on your way.\n\nListen, whoever you are, youre not taking the life of this creature. It is a wild beast and it is only doing what wild beasts do. *My* job is to make sure it does that far away from people, so that nobody gets hurt *especially* not the animal!\n\nThe other man chuckled. Well, thats very noble of you, but Im afraid I have no time for such sentiment. If left unchecked, these creatures will overrun the Seven Realms. A slayer never quits until the target is destroyed."}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "Eric jutted out his sizeable chin, his red beard bristling. Thats a lovely story. Keep telling it to yourself as you walk away, you rune-torn son of a hag. Shimmer stepped up alongside the Battle Mage and bared his teeth again with a menacing growl.\n\nSuddenly, a jovial voice boomed through the clearing: Gentlemen please, I believe were all on the same side here! Eric gaped as a living myth stepped from the shadows, his rainbowed body sparkling in the soft sunlight.\n\n# Chapter 2: The pact\nThe light was fading from the clearing as the three sat cross-legged around the low fire. Eric shot another glare at the man who sat across the open flames from him. @wizard3032, the Key Master had called him. Eric was still starstruck by the appearance of the gatekeeper. The fabled guardian of the Gate to the Seventh Realm and protector of the Runiverse! \n\nEric had not been sure until this moment whether the Key Master was not just some fabrication of the collective consciousness  a God, imagined to soothe people to sleep at night. In the lowlands, his name was whispered with reverence in the same utterance as the great cosmic forces and the Astral Plane. Yet here he was, within touching distance Eric had to crane his neck to look up at the Key Masters giant pyramid head.\n\n@wizard777 drummed giant fingers on the ground impatiently. Im sure hell be here shortly, he said apologetically. Derek follows his own schedule Im afraid. He calls it Sphinx Time. Sometimes I think he does it just to annoy me but, well, he is an excellent mediator.\n\nA moment later, there was a soft thud in the darkness, and Derek padded into the ring of light cast by the fire. The Sphinx looked at them one by one, finally resting his gaze on Eric."}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "Well, whats all this about? I was just in the middle of casting a riddle. He arched one feline brow at the Battle Mage and grinned toothily. Want to try one?\n\nStop teasing the human, Derek, we need you to adjudicate what is to become of this creature. Sacred Key Master hooked a bulbous thumb in the direction of the restrained beast, which still slumbered beneath another administration of Dryads Ear.\n\nThe sphinx settled himself back on his haunches. Alright, lets hear it. The short versions if you please theres a fresh mind waiting for me in the Leap and I dont want it to spoil.\n\nBefore we start, interjected the Key Master, Can we all agree that Dereks judgement will be binding?\n\nApollo nodded. The sphinx is sage; I will accept his verdict.\n\nI would not doubt the word of the Key Master, said Eric. If you wish the sphinx to mediate, then I, too, accept.\n\nOh, goodie, were all agreed then! Derek unsheathed his claws and inspected them nonchalantly. Okay boys, lets hear it.\n\nDerek listened as Eric and Apollo gave their versions of the story, then puffed at his whiskers before he spoke. Allow me to summarise, chaps. Sacred Key Master you know, I give him a hard time, but someone has to keep a demi-gods feet on the ground. Fact is, he guards the Gate to the Seventh Realm and a fine job he does of it. If any of these beasties try to get through, he stops them and forces them to go back to the Seventh Realm, where they belong. \n\nBehind him, the Key Master blushed, his lips quivering with a smile as red coloured the pyramids smooth surface."}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "You, Mr. Mighty Slayer, spend all your time chasing after these things and lopping off their heads and various other appendages, the sphinx continued.\n\nAnd you, red-beard, for some reason which clearly makes sense to your human brain, chase after them, catch them, and move them around the place to keep them away from people, but you *refuse* to kill them because of this thing called empathy (thanks for teaching me a new concept by the way).\n\nThe sphinx, as he spoke, had been prowling around the fire to each of them in turn. Now he stopped, making sure that his face was dramatically lit from underneath, and intoned: The time has come for the Sphinxs Pronounce KGHAAAKGHAAAAAKGHAAA urgh ah... whew sorry about that argh wind change Smoke. In. The. Throat GARGH!\n\nDerek sputtered a bit more, then glared at them all, checking for any signs of mirth. The others sat straight-faced, waiting for him to continue.\n\nAs I was saying AHEM Im going to level out the playing fields. In this realm, Apollo dear fellow, we follow the hunters code  the beast is this humans to do with as he chooses.\n\nHah! shouted Eric triumphantly."}
{"id": "628e96fd-cbac-4319-a177-47fbec3f0ca6-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:17.237", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNvprXreuHSa8vkyZEyS11DGZ411jT6yUCfqcjE5ptgyR", "txHash": "0xa41dea9e2553a5138ef740e8640bd7c58f79808da816662493c73d9e89c0927f", "createdAtBlock": 15121894, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1182, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmQqvymNNvbYSmzBfExMfw3PwWLtMBqL5Yr8qfcRP8sD3a", "name": "Battle Mage Eric of the Grotto", "text": "Hah! shouted Eric triumphantly.\n\nThe sphinx raised a clawed finger in Erics direction. Not so fast rouge-barbe. Heres the deal  these beasts come from the Seventh Realm, which is the slayers domain. To avoid any more of these conflicts, you will be required to bring any beasts you capture directly to the Gate to the Seventh Realm, so that Rainbow Cakes can send them home. You said yourself that you are finding it harder and harder to find safe places to set them free. Once theyre back in the Seventh Realm, though, theyre fair game for the slayer. As he has told us, the beasts are able to move much more freely in their natural habitat, and he only kills the ones that are causing trouble so, you know, win-win, I reckon!\n\nThe group was silent. Finally, Eric grudgingly spoke. I agreed to do as you wish, Sphinx, and I will not renege on this pact, but how am I supposed to get these beasts to the Gate to the Seventh Realm? All the myths say it is hidden from human eyes, high in the tallest peaks of the Runiverse.\n\nThe Key Master smiled broadly and patted Eric on the shoulder. Never fear, Battle Mage, I can help you with that!\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
{"id": "c2308230-a533-452d-8f6e-307013b61464-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:04.26", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmUeDshaEjtJCsAxtZLJD8JxkGezuoQ1X3f5TnoKx1cT1d", "txHash": "0x0ae97ffe75d9eae2ad410868920be00872b8ddc1f26e91fe2307003fc7a9f2ea", "createdAtBlock": 15118306, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2506, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://Qmaf766qbfD8PryQwzFaG6qaNJaVAbFQDcJjKSvyjFXgBU", "name": " Celeste of the Wold", "text": "# Celeste of the Wold\n\nCeleste is a member of the Order of the Eternal Rose, a small band of wizards who have set out to source, protect, and nurture the Eternal Roses while exploring the boundless utility of their magic.\n\nCeleste roams the lands, attuned to the pull of the Enchanted Garden she amplifies with forest magic. With her antler corona donned, she sense when and where portals to it might appear. Aiding her in this seeking, and accompanying her in her travels, is her leash of trusty fox familiars: Kaye, and Kaye's family of young kits, whom Celeste and Kaye train to sniff out magic wherever they may find it, to eventually bond to other young wizards.\n\nA quiet and thoughtful forest mage, Celeste speaks little except to Kaye, but enjoys the company of other pure-hearted travellers. She shuns combat and will avoid battle at nearly any cost, preferring to hide or escape for the sake of her precious brood.\n\n\n\nImage of Kaye and her kit courtesy of https://mirror.xyz/bambamsimagination.eth"}
{"id": "e5670de9-66ea-448e-8478-a0f762856115-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T09:30:53.805", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 1, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmW3MTxyhdT3cqMKQzJpcBaBCznouLaPqvCFVyYUKYxqNt", "txHash": "0x25e2249722eb7a0fd20000d7c5d821b17a3f69648c4e8c81baf873358e1dc30e", "createdAtBlock": 15110458, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2644, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": "Pyromancer Sisk of the Fey", "text": "# Securing the Pendant\n\nEXT. ALLYEYWAY - NIGHT\n\nA hooded man waits motionless in the shadows. The night sky almost completely disguises him, but the moonlight outlines his figure. His face is not visible. \n\nAn elderly woman exits the back door of a shop down the road. Using a giant padlock, she locks the door behind her and walks away. \n\nA long beat.\n\nThe man walks over to the store, assuring no-one is around as he approaches. He tugs on the lock and again looks around. He raises his hand to the lock with his palm facing forward. The lock begins to heat up.\n\nA short beat.\n\nThe metal begins to melt from bottom and slowly drips onto the ground. Whats left of the padlock eventually falls to the ground.\n\nThe man opens the door, and he makes his way through the building, leaving his hood up. A few beats pass as he is seen searching through various parts of the store. He checks the glass cases in the showroom before making his way to the back of the store. He checks every drawer, box, and cabinet possible. He is visibly frustrated and throws a small pile of papers into the air.\n\nHe watches the papers fall to the ground and notices an uneven floorboard in the corner of the room. He lifts up the floorboard to reveal a hidden box. He opens the box and finds a pendant with a dark red gemstone and an empty placeholder for another gemstone. He pulls a bright blue gemstone out of his pocket and places it in the pendant. The pendant briefly glows.\n\nThe man walks to a mirror in the showroom and sets the pendant on a nearby table. He slowly removes his hood and reveals his face. He is covered in massive burn marks from his neck up to a large part of his face. \n\nANGLE. HIS BACKSIDE."}
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{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "# Chapter 1: An appearance remembered\nBaird skipped through the dappled sunlight deep in the heart of The Fey, giggling at the feel of the grass between his bare toes. Ahead of him, the wolf pup bounded after a flying wood-nymph, barking excitedly.\n\nSkadi, leave the nymph alone! The wolf yipped at him and came bounding back, knocking the small boy off his feet and placing her front paws on his chest, licking his face.\n\nBaird laughed breathlessly, and rolled the pup off him. Skadis legs waved in the air as she wriggled her body, twisting up onto her feet and preparing to leap at him again.\n\nSkadi, wait! whispered Baird, looking into the bushes bordering the grove. The pup cocked her head and stared at him quizzically. Deep within the greenery at the foot of a sturdy, gnarled trunk, a shimmering blue light cast reflections off the foliage. Enthralled, Baird went to investigate, Skadi padding along at his side. The wolf sniffed at the spot as Baird bent down and parted the vegetation, revealing an enormous egg nestled amongst the bushes. He whistled appreciatively. What do you think laid that Skadi? I bet dad will want to see this, Im sure hell know what it is! Skadi raced in a circle around the boy, bouncing up and down and twisting her body excitedly.\n\n\n\nBairds father was the village medicine man, and spent many long hours in the forests searching out restorative herbs and plants to make his potions and balm. Even magic-makers sometimes dropped by, paying handsomely for his cures."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "Baird had always been fascinated by his fathers work  even now, he had a pouch bulging with a variety of herbs to take back home  but this egg was something else entirely. Baird had never seen anything like it. He wondered briefly if it could be a dragon egg and laughed excitedly at the thought. Skadi echoed his laughter with excited yips of her own.\n\nAs Baird held the egg out in front of him, a sudden flash of heat seared his palm and he cried out, dropping it to the ground. He clutched at his injured hand, where a strange symbol was branded into his palm. The same symbol glowed fiercely on the shell of the egg.\n\nA rune! he gasped through the blazing pain, collapsing to the floor. As he convulsed in the grass, Skadi nuzzled at him and whimpered. Baird was unable to stop the shaking of his muscles and watched helplessly as the egg teetered on its end, then rolled into the wolf cubs hind leg. Skadi whimpered, and Baird smelled the acrid scent of singed hair. The pup collapsed next to the boy, and Baird thought for a moment that he could hear her confused thoughts in his mind before they both lost consciousness."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "# Chapter 2: Disappearance\nLost in thought, Baird blinked and shook himself back to the present. He was staring at the patch of permanently blackened hair in the shape of the Rune of Mars on Skadis haunch, which was mirrored by the scar on his palm. Despite the many years that had passed, that scar had not faded. If anything, it seemed more prominent than ever. He tried to shake loose the memory of that day long ago when the magic had dawned within them both the day that his path away from his family was set in motion. The villagers had been petrified of his sudden unexplained outbursts of power; if he was truly honest with himself, he still had not completely mastered it.\n\nSensing his troubles, Skadi turned and nuzzled her nose into his hand. Baird smiled; that was one good thing, at least. His bond with the wolf had only grown stronger and stronger since the magic had seared itself into them both. He playfully tugged her ear and she pretended to snap at his fingers and then trotted forward, sniffing the path for clues of their quarry. \n\nThey had been working alongside Eric and Pan for the best part of a full seasonal cycle, ranging between The Fey and the other wooded regions of the expansive flats of this part of the world. Over the cycle, the three wizards had had many discussions about the frayed relationship between humanity and the natural world. They had often deliberated the merits of approaching the Green Councilabout addressing this point more firmly with the other wizarding guilds, yet there always seemed to be a new beast to wrangle, a new community to save. For the first time since he had been forced to flee his family home, chased out of the village by people who had known him all his life, Baird truly felt like he belonged."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "Baird could now hear the low rumble of the river. To his left, partially obscured by the squat shrubs dotted between the towering trees of the forest, he could see Shimmer working his way forward in parallel to Skadi, closing in on the beast they were tracking. The dog lived up to his name; the delicate drops of mist from the falls up ahead glittered in the sunlight on his shaggy brown coat. Eric silently followed his familiar, who stood almost as tall as Skadi, even if Shimmer was not quite so bulky. The dog and the wolf had formed an instant hunting partnership as soon as Eric had joined up with Baird and Shaman Pan, seeming to instinctively know what the other was going to do at all times. \n\nHe couldnt see Pan, but he knew that the Shaman would be in position. After a short time, Bairds path converged with Erics. The other Battle Mage grinned and nodded to Baird, who slipped his left hand behind him onto the eggs shell, wondering as always whether the magic would come. He stared at the Rune-scar on his palm, willing it to start glowing. The waxy, puckered skin pulsed, flickered, and he felt the heat coming. He nodded back at Eric, confirming the magics presence."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "He could see the relief on the other Battle Mages face  he knew the pain it caused Eric whenever he was forced to use the toxic Rune of Cinnabar. Baird was sure that this was another reason that Eric had been so eager to join forces with him and Pan after all, with two other wizards around, the chances of Erics rune being needed were greatly diminished. Baird begrudged his friend nothing as the Mercury Runes molten energy coursed through him, triggering pain receptors all over his body; he had made peace with the magic  thrilled in it, even  yet he had never asked for it, nor the suffering he was forced to endure.\n\nBaird readied himself for action. The thunderous roar of the waterfall just around the bend in the river drowned out all other sounds, but as they crept around the bend, the beast came into view. The tall, lizard-like creature cooling itself in the shallows near the bank had the curved beak of a raptor and short arms tipped with wickedly curved claws. This one had certainly proven to be a handful the previous day, when Eric had tried to cast his Dryads Ear soothing. \n\nThey had been prepared when the beast broke free from the spell, yet somehow it had managed to evade their attempts. That was why they had devised this strategy. They needed Pan to strike first, channeling the forests magical energy through his Dumb Stick to hypnotise the beast, so that Baird could cast his Rune of Mars to break down its defences. Baird was convinced that if they managed to subdue the creature in this way, Eric would be able to sedate it with his Dryads Ear this time."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "The agreed moment was upon them; as one, the Battle Mages sprang from the bushes, Skadi and Shimmer converging on the startled beast from either side. But as Baird started to cast his Rune of Mars, he immediately knew that something was terribly wrong. He could not sense the energy of the Dumb Stick. Where was Pan? He felt the scar shudder and the glowing rune on his palm faded. Cursing, he tried to warn Eric, but before he had a chance the beast screeched and sprang straight at him on its elongated, muscular hind legs, knocking him to the ground.\n\nBaird groaned and rolled over as the lanky animal leaped away nimbly through the forest, Skadi and Shimmer in hot pursuit. Panic raced through his mind  he shouldnt have been able to roll onto his back\n\nStruggling to his feet, Baird saw the egg rolling down the slope towards the river and all other thoughts fled his mind. Yet even as he stumbled after it, clutching his side, he knew it was too late the egg picked up speed, bouncing onto the moss-covered rocks and out into space.\n\nThe blue patterns on the shell sparkled; the egg seemed to revolve in slow motion, suspended in mid-air over the river. Then it was sucked downwards, plunging into the dark water and disappearing beneath the surface. \n\nBaird ran as fast as he could, but the river ran faster. He could only look on in horror as the white and blue egg popped to the surface, picking up speed as it headed downriver. Entering a stretch of churning white rapids, the egg tumbled end over end in the swirling waters, before being spat out into the smooth, glassy centre of the flow and shooting over the falls."}
{"id": "4095857d-3063-4f91-932c-873ff9e6d1a4-6", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:18.833", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNVDhvYxj6zY63mV7MwUcdwwuA1Nnhk2BESW8z3araN59", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3916, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmaE5od8L9i2XZcpCLkHbJnSJPGHE98TT5d8EwWZG69eKx", "name": "Battle Mage Baird of the Belfry", "text": "## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "# Chapter 1: Esme and Pan\nWho are you? asked Pan, shifting into a defensive stance.\n\nMy name is Esme of the Sacred Pillars. I am a Geomancer and, like you, I am a Green Wizard. I come to ask for your aid, @wizard3282, nothing more, said the blue-skinned wizard facing him. The Shaman eyed her warily, clutching his forked Dumb Stick in one hand. His plague rat quivered at his side, looking askance at Esmes familiar Aurora. \n\nThe Shaman had the majestic antlers and head of a stag and, though her sudden appearance had startled him, he exuded a tranquil power that seemed interwoven with his forest surroundings. His voice was deep and true, seeming to take root in the mulch on the forest floor and grow, taking on a life of its own.\n\nI have business to attend to. Even now my comrades are converging on the beast; without my help\n\nEsme cut him off, speaking with rising urgency: Your friends will cope, Shaman. I have seen Thaumaturge Akrons visions of the future in the scattered sand  temples tumbling amongst the rocks, flames engulfing the seven guilds, and countless wizards burnt as heretics. Time and again I have witnessed these events and more unfold\n\nShe slammed her fist into her palm as she continued, lips quivering at the thought of @wizard3922, brutally assassinated by his own disciples. The world will turn to ruin beneath the rule of the Celestials if you refuse to join me, but the visions have shown that whenever you put your faith in me we prevail. Together the Emerald Rangers can put a stop to this genocide and return the Temple to the true Astral magicians."}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "Isaac had been like a second father to Esme growing up on the mount below the Sacred Pillars, even after she had embraced the Green guild. As a young woman, Esme had visited the Yellow Wizard several times at the Temple of the Falling Stars, where he had served as High Priest for so many years. When the Elders at the Sacred Pillars had informed her of the coup, she had been ready to storm the Temple on her own, before the Thaumaturge intervened with his visions of the alternate futures that could come to pass, and set her off on this journey to find the Shaman. \n\nThe Celestials are coming for our kind, Pan! I have travelled far to see you let me show you. The Thaumaturge has infused my staff with some of his visions. She pulled her emerald staff off her back and sat cross-legged on the ground. The spiked crest of red hair that ran over the centre of her scalp fluttered in the whispers of wind that blew through the small clearing. Aurora bounded over and hopped into her lap and Esme placed one hand on the rabbits soft fur, laying her staff on the ground beside her.\n\nPan hesitated, yet found himself sitting down to face her. As Esme began to speak, she twirled her fingers in Auroras fur, tracing the outlines of the Rune of Fire; the emerald in the head of her staff emitted a dull glow that painted itself across the Shamans face as green fire leaped up from the gemstone. The Shaman blinked in surprise, eyes widening as images began to dance in the flames. When the visions faded, Esme watched him silently. After a moment, Pan took a deep breath, and raised his eyes to meet hers. It seems I have no choice, but we must go and find Eric and Baird. I am sure that they, too, will want to lend their support."}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "Esme eyed him intently. We can try, Pan. I must warn you, though, they have their destiny, and you have yours. For the moment, these fates do not intertwine, but it is clear that you will need to see for yourself. Come!\n\nWith that she stood and beckoned him to follow as she strode out of the clearing in the direction of the river.\n\n# Chapter 2: The Emerald Rangers\n@wizard2875 surveyed the scene below from the thick branches high in an ancient Silver Bark. The beast knocked the first Battle Mage flying, then veered towards the other one, who had no time to unleash his rune before the creature was upon him. It slashed downwards with its cruelly hooked beak and the wizard was forced to throw himself backwards into the long grass that hugged the riverbank. \n\nThe beast let out a sharp cry and raised a muscular hind, ready to stamp down on its adversary, but the two familiars appeared simultaneously, springing at the lizard-like animal from either side. Flexing the one leg that remained on the ground the beast sprang between them with startling speed, launching itself straight over the wizards head and bounding off into the forest with the black wolf and shaggy brown dog in pursuit.\n\nAkron turned his attention to the other Battle Mage. Baird was running flat out after the large blue and white egg being swept towards the falls along the narrow but powerful river. His red-bearded companion got groggily to his feet, saw Baird hurtling off down the wooded slope, and immediately set off after his friend, whistling for his familiar to join him."}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "Akron smiled with satisfaction. If his divinations were correct, that story would play out in the lower reaches of the river, where its banks broadened and the waters settled into a more meandering route through the tangled forests of The Thorn. The Thaumaturge would have plenty of time to catch up to Baird and Eric, once he had verified that the seed planted with the Geomancer, Esme, had taken root.\n\nHe leant back against the sturdy trunk of the Silver Leaf and waited, enjoying the incessant rumble of the water and the faint veil of mist drifting across his face even here, high above the falls.\n\nThe sun was well past its zenith when the Shaman burst out of the trees on the far side of the river with his plague rat in tow, closely followed by Esme and her dirt rabbit. He cast about the scene, examining the areas of trampled grass, then followed the footprints along the muddy trail that ran next to the river.\n\nThey went this way, Esme. If we hurry, maybe we can catch them!\n\nDespite the roar of the nearby falls, Pans words carried clearly to the finely-tuned ears of Sowil, Akrons dirt rabbit, who crouched in the long grass beneath the Silver Bark. Thanks to the bond with his familiar, Akron heard the Shaman as if the rabbits ears were his own.\n\nEsme stopped, her eyes narrowing as she eyed the bushes to Pans right. She put a finger to her lips and inclined her head in the direction of the bushes. From his vantage point in the towering Silver Bark, Akron could see the lizard-like creature making its way stealthily through the undergrowth, creeping up to Pan and Esme."}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "The two wizards whirled around in unison as the creature sprang silently from the cover of the trees, its razor-sharp beak poised for a killing blow. Without fully understanding why, the Shaman raised his Dumb Stick in front of him and channelled the forests energy through the gnarled wood as Esme simultaneously slammed the head of her emerald staff down into the crook of the forked stick. The emerald exploded with light, bathing the creature in a vivid green curtain of radiance.\n\nThe beast let out a cry of rage as it found itself paralysed in mid-leap and crashed to the ground. The light seemed to solidify, condensing around the beasts static limbs, tighter and tighter, squeezing the animal, lengthening and distorting its body through a narrowing beam of light that sucked it into the stone of the Geomancers staff. The emerald shook violently, emitted a piercing whine, then the light faded and everything was silent, save the sound of the waterfall.\n\nThe Shaman stared in awe at the gemstone, unable to speak. \n\nDo you see now, Pan? asked Esme. He nodded, then quickly crouched and spoke soft words into the ear of his plague rat. The small rodent nuzzled his hand, then scurried off down the trail, following the footprints of Eric and Baird that headed off into the forest. The Shaman rose and turned back to Esme. Lets go.\n\nAkron smiled to himself and whispered under his breath as they disappeared into the trees. And so it begins! Another spark of life for the world of wizards. In a flash of elven blue, the Thaumaturge summoned Sowil, whipped his cape over his shoulder, and was gone."}
{"id": "a48772f8-39cd-48f8-adac-19623354a5f0-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:19.614", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmNm2mSsruywr9uHk9Dp5NndhQ9Jkz2QCPSc3vwFN1vve6", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 2550, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmYnnLnVYPyJUxZd8qKEgmwZcmUPLp4UcDUBE8TFoSe9Wb", "name": "Geomancer Esme of the Sacred Pillars", "text": "## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "# Chapter 1: In the service of the Voidlord \nBaozhai watched as the wizard fished the shimmering white and blue egg out of the sluggish flow. She had chanced upon the egg mere moments ago, yet already it captivated her, throwing up a thousand images in her mind a magical creature from another realm to raise as her own  the possibilities were limitless! \n\n*The Great Lord will find out, you know He will!* \n\n*Yes! Hell roast strips of your flesh and feed them to you while you beg for mercy!*\n\nShe focused her mind, pushing the voices backwards. Luckily, she had heard the man coming just before she had exposed herself. From the colour of the hip scarf he wore and the band tying back his straight dark hair from his face, she guessed that he was of the Green guild, though that was never a certainty.\n\nNow, hiding in the dense undergrowth, she plotted a way to get the egg away from him. She had sensed the power of the Rune embedded in the eggs shell, even though she was unable to divine its identity. As much as she thirsted for that power, though, she wasnt sure if she was a match for this Battle Mage, and she was not one to take unnecessary risks. This was going to take subtlety. She reached inside her hip pouch and ran her fingertips over the glass vial that held her Astral Potion.\n\n*You could trick Him, Hell never find out, youre skilled enough to keep this secret from Him!*\n\nHera pricked up his ears as another onyx wolf emerged from the forest and trotted over to the wizard. Baozhai could feel her familiar trembling with excitement. She eyed the man on the far riverbank again.\n\n*You are worthless you are nothing the Great Lord will bond you in eternal suffering*"}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "*You are worthless you are nothing the Great Lord will bond you in eternal suffering*\n\n*No! Youve proved yourself useful, He needs you!*\n \nA smile crept across her face as a plan began to form in her mind, pushing the cacophony of voices into the background for a short time.\n\nOne voice remained as always, though, constantly grating metallically inside her skull and reminding her of what was expected:\n \n*You will bring me any magical artefacts you can make, find, or steal, minion! You belong to me now. If you fail me, you will suffer the agonies of the depths of the Quantum Shadow be sure to please me often, for you do not want me to feel unappreciated.*\n\nShe shuddered. The Great Lord of the Void was not one to be trifled with, yet the pull of that egg was overpowering. Perhaps she would be able to hide just this one prize from Him? The Voidlord had been most pleased with the three keys she had brought to Him in the Dream Realm so far. If she could find another treasure to bring Him before she was summoned again, maybe she would be able to keep the egg for herself.\n\nBaozhai steeled herself, fighting to suppress the voices in her head again. If she could just get the egg back to the Alchemists Archipelago, she would have access to the vast alchemical treasury to help her conceal her thoughts from her Lords prying mind for a while  perhaps long enough to stash her prize safely and secure a warding to obscure her memories of the egg  from His  influence."}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "# Chapter 2: The temptress\nBaird clutched the egg close to him, allowing the energy of the rune to flow into him. The relief he felt at having recovered it was tempered somewhat by his concern for Pan. The Shamans failure to appear at the appointed time was a worry. Who knew what misfortune could have befallen him, and his friends had not been there to help. Birds thoughts were tinged with guilt, but equally, he could not imagine surviving without the egg.\n\nIt was a long trek back to The Fey, but with the egg in hand, Baird was determined to return and find out what had happened to his friend. As he sat and pondered, Shimmer burst out of a tangled thicket with a yelp of excitement and bounded over to Skadi. The jet black wolf leapt up to meet the shaggy dog and the pair spun in circles around each other.\n\nA moment later Eric rushed into the clearing, and beamed as he caught sight of Baird. Finally! he boomed. By Mercury, youre a tough man to catch. I see you got your egg back. Dont worry about Pan, hes fine, he sent Fester to find us. He sat down and puffed out his beard, then pulled back the flap of his travel pack so that the plague rat could jump out onto the bare earth, where Eric scattered some nuts and seeds for him to nibble on. \n\nBaird breathed a sigh of relief, and listened as Eric related the story of Pans disappearance. I say we get a good nights sleep then go after him in the morning. Fester says they were moving through The Fey towards Dream Master Lake. If we cut across Frog Master Marsh and head along the Carnival Pass, we can probably make up some time, he finished."}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-3", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "Baird agreed, then Eric called Shimmer over. I passed some boar tracks not far back, well go see if we can rustle up some dinner.\n\nIll get a fire going and see if I can find some berries along the river, Baird replied. The two men clasped hands, and Eric and Shimmer walked back the way they had come.\n\n# \n\nBairds stomach growled as he dumped an armful of dry sticks on the ground and began to build the cookfire. As he worked, Skadi suddenly sprang up and bounded out of the camp towards the river. Baird called after her, but the wolf was already gone. Baird stared after her thoughtfully  Skadi was independent, but usually he could sense her intentions; this time, no signal had passed through the bond, and he had not even been able to read her body language.\n\nStrapping the egg in its pouch on his back, Baird followed his familiar down the trail, wondering what had made her behave so strangely. The dense tangle of briars on either side of the path clawed at his sleeves as he hurried towards the river, the jagged outline of skeletal trees framing a small sliver of grey sky. Baird came out onto the open riverbank, scanning upriver and down for Skadi, but she was nowhere to be seen; once more, she did not come when he called."}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "Upstream, the rivers path twisted and the water was swallowed by the surrounding forest. Delicate wisps of blue smoke drifted around the bend in the river, filling his nostrils with an enticing scent that coaxed him onwards. As he came around the bend, the river widened into a dark, shallow pool overhung by a riot of different plants. Their vibrant colours and diverse forms were in stark contrast to the thorny interior of the forest; beneath the overhanging plants, amidst the pale blue smoke rising off the surface of the water, bathed the most beautiful woman Baird had ever seen.\n\nIn the back of his mind, an alarm went off, but as the smoke wafted around him, all cautiousness dissipated and he found himself drawn forward as if in a dream. The woman turned, eyeing him over her shoulder alluringly, and beckoned him to join her. He took a deep breath, sucking smoke deep into his lungs. It felt as though he floated on a cloud high above the forest; stars spiralled across his vision and he laid the egg pouch on the ground, then shed his clothes and slipped into the river.\n\n# Chapter 3: A poached egg\nThe Mages cries of despair shook the darkened forest. @wizard2875 tucked his blue cape behind him and parted the brambles covering the thicket where he hid. His elfin eyesight allowed him to see the scene in clear detail, though it was dimly lit by the silver moonlight: Baird knelt on the floor, half-naked, his head in his hands, as Eric tried in vain to console him."}
{"id": "bc174ada-c93e-4e5b-8e3f-fe0a49aa8e7c-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:20.594", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmceaRKR1E63kM754ekoEug7urLRLDCpkGw96U5RYJG2rP", "txHash": "0x1861b708f7382271c2c62ef69b9f9c5f654da7deeaf683288d10bb6246f611b3", "createdAtBlock": 15121905, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 3919, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmegLWnHxZcwtjQBhEjpdJS4tAChJVjByhgA9uVir5YDS9", "name": "Alchemist Baozhai of the Plains", "text": "She was long gone by now, but Akron had witnessed the Alchemist tipping her potion into the pool; her onyx wolf coaxing the Mages wolf upstream, away from her master; how the Wizard, infatuated by the vapours of the potion, had allowed himself to be seduced, and had then fallen asleep on the riverbank; the alchemist dressing hurriedly and disappearing into the forest with the egg slung over her shoulder in its pouch.\n\nThe Thaumaturge shook his head ruefully. It did not please him to see Baird in such pain. Yet it was necessary For the solar visions to come to pass, he must suffer now; Akrons latest visions had been very clear, it was not enough that the Battle Mages had been separated from the newly-formed Emerald Rangers. @wizard4298s anger when he discovered that the Alchemist was hiding the eggs existence from him would divert his attention for a time, allowing events to unfold without his interference. \n\nWhether Baird ever regained the egg or not  well, that remained to be seen. Akron was satisfied regardless; it mattered not in the greater scheme of things. With the egg in the Alchemists keeping, for now the Runiverse would struggle on.\n\n## Story Arc Index:\nPrologue: @wizard2875\n \nPart 1: @wizard3032\n \nPart 2: @wizard1182\n \nPart 3: @wizard3282\n \nPart 4: @wizard3916\n \nPart 5: @wizard2550\n \nPart 6: @wizard3919\n \nPart 7: @pony433"}
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{"id": "4a8c44f0-0b84-44f0-b16a-490b10efd3df-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:58.011", "backgroundColor": "#000000", "index": 10, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmSsoVU4FDdek4JGraoYicqQMSmB4VQBKsweGcLFMmTZbj", "txHash": "0xa29baaafac94cea1e634c63026000305d2c98514764af636b490f7c1bc38d317", "createdAtBlock": 15144517, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 4733, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmVmTh5bvDMMNfxnsbksWHjyWWbgs1RV4JRx77nGNCvVaW", "name": "Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice", "text": "**Ingredients:**  \n+ 1L of LUKE WARM Water  (TIP: don't ask your Goblins to warm it up!)  \n+ 650gr of 00 Flour (NOT BLEACHED!)  \n+ 15ml Olive Oil  \n+ 26gr Salt  \n+ 1 Tbs of Honey  (Not necessary if oven > 320 C/608 F)  \n+ 2.5gr Dry Yeast (5gr fresh yeast)  \n  \n  \n**Preparation**  \n    \nDissolve the Yeast and the Honey in the L of water and put it into a bowl.  \nSift all the flour into a SEPARATE bowl to remove any impurity and break down eventual conglomerates.  \nSlowly start to add the flower into the water bowl while with your strong hand stir the mix on a continuous and steady circular movement. (TIP: have the bowl slightly inclined while the mix is dense enough). The idea is to allow the two ingredients to bond together forming what is called the \"GLUTEN NET\". What most people do wrong here is indeed not keeping a steady and circular movement, stiring randomly and therefore breaking it down.  \nAdd the salt as soon as you start feeling the mass forming.  \nOnce the mix is consistent enough, you can add the Olive Oil and transfer it to a working bench covered with a dust of flower: here is where the kitting and consolidation of the gluten net will happen.  \nKeep gently folding the dough until the external surface is clean from flour or water residues and feels tight enough. Usually, 15 min of well done work should be enough. \n  \nGrab back the bowl of before, place the dough inside and cover it with a humid towel.  \nPlace it in a dark and room temperature cupboard for ~3 hours."}
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{"id": "0e88a30b-6d7a-4365-bdec-b7b37c7ecb82-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:48.731", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvZuHC97aBTX5aNHnbETG7CfAQn6gRouGHN9hJ14wMaT", "txHash": "0x3855702572b9dd01fc13c6855570f4372fab303ea74fc4f60bb015acf8ca70d2", "createdAtBlock": 15137004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmV3FZdYHbjUGYon6PF2XPHp7eGdRbB9EPMvaKWVQmYciH", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Art by jun_ka\n\n\n# The Psychic Leap\n---\nHadrien had ignored the people around him when they said it was easy to get lost in Cuckoo Land and set off anyway. Whilst many understood why he was leaving, they were adamant that if he were to go anywhere it shouldnt be *there* of all places. Regardless, that is where Hadrien went. \n\nHe had been gone for months and whilst there had been highs, there were also deep-dark lows. Eventually, the entertainment of the region was no longer able to distract him from the battering of his own mind, and it was time for the Psychic Leap. \n\nHadrien had read that *shifts* were possible via the Psychic Leap, and thought it was likely that this would be a way for him to reach the Peace of Mind he sought. His journey was a fresh start in many ways, but he still carried the burdens of his own voice, ringing between his ears. For months before deciding to travel to Cuckoo Land, Hadrien had been in a depression. \n\nThe depression had been blunt and unmoving, dulling his mind. Whilst he had grown accustomed to being active and introspective, the cloud that hung over him had made him uncurious. Any inward seeking he attempted brought forth no new insights, leaving him without hope or cause. \n\nIt was a librarian at The Rock that had first noticed the change in Hadrien. Her attempts to keep him excited had faltered and he was no longer visiting the Library of The Rock. Whenever their paths did cross, he had come across rude and uninterested. Thankfully for Hadrien, whilst his heart had hardened, hers had not. She did, of course, become frustrated with him for a time, but after weeks of not seeing him at all, she grew worried and visited his home. \n\n---"}
{"id": "0e88a30b-6d7a-4365-bdec-b7b37c7ecb82-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:48.731", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvZuHC97aBTX5aNHnbETG7CfAQn6gRouGHN9hJ14wMaT", "txHash": "0x3855702572b9dd01fc13c6855570f4372fab303ea74fc4f60bb015acf8ca70d2", "createdAtBlock": 15137004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmV3FZdYHbjUGYon6PF2XPHp7eGdRbB9EPMvaKWVQmYciH", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "---\n\nShe opened the door into his abode quietly and with caution after three knocks and a shout had brought no answer. Pushing through into the room she saw Hadrien curled up at the foot of his bed. The room was a mess, and his appearance dishevelled to say the least. \n\n>             Fuck off, Hadrien started, without opening his eyes. \n\n>             Its me, she replied, gently.             He looked up slowly and raised a hand to protect his eyes from the light now streaming into the room over her shoulder. Seeing who it was his face softened, and the glimmer of tears began to well in his eyes. \n\n> You need to get out of here, Hadrien, she said. \n\n> What?, Hadrien said.             \n\n> She clarified, You need to leave.\n\nHadrien was confused. He brushed the tears out of his eyes and studied her face to try and understand what was happening. \n\n*This woman who had been so kind, a true friend and supporter of his studies in the Library, was now asking him to leave?*\n\n> Youre stuck. The Rock has no more answers for you. Youve read every book in the Library and I know, because I have helped you. You need to explore, she continued. \n\nHadrien paused for a second, looking back down and around at the state of his room. \n\nShe was right. He had been living as if he were dead for weeks, yet despite his trying, he had not made any progress into truly figuring out why. \n\n> Where would I go? Hadrien asked. \n\n> Anywhere, she had said. \n\n---"}
{"id": "0e88a30b-6d7a-4365-bdec-b7b37c7ecb82-2", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:48.731", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvZuHC97aBTX5aNHnbETG7CfAQn6gRouGHN9hJ14wMaT", "txHash": "0x3855702572b9dd01fc13c6855570f4372fab303ea74fc4f60bb015acf8ca70d2", "createdAtBlock": 15137004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmV3FZdYHbjUGYon6PF2XPHp7eGdRbB9EPMvaKWVQmYciH", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Anywhere, she had said. \n\n---\n\nAfter that Hadrien had set off from The Rock after a few short goodbyes and headed towards Cuckoo Land. He had been young then, and what he didnt know was that it would be a long time until he ever returned to the Rock. \n\nHe travelled by hitch-hiking and thought many times that he would die. Although he had travelled these lands when he was even younger, when the trails over the mountains were no longer warmed by sunlight, he had twice feared he might freeze to death. Thankfully, first a 12-wheeler lorry, and then a horse and carriage had come to his rescue. Eventually he had reached the boundary between Cuckoo Land and the rest of the realm and had stepped through with only a moments hesitation. \n\nTo some degree, the step forward had worked. The time he spent in Cuckoo Land had crumbled some of the internal walls that had been keeping his development hostage, and he felt like he had gained some idea of why he had been depressed. Now, all that was left to do was to move on, and hence, he sought the Psychic Leap, a *shift*. \n\nNow no longer merely wandering through the Cuckoo, he wandered with intention. The beings he had met (or imagined) had been clear that there were no set directions that would lead one to the Psychic Leap, but that if one followed their nose they might find it, if the conditions were right."}
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{"id": "0e88a30b-6d7a-4365-bdec-b7b37c7ecb82-4", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:48.731", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvZuHC97aBTX5aNHnbETG7CfAQn6gRouGHN9hJ14wMaT", "txHash": "0x3855702572b9dd01fc13c6855570f4372fab303ea74fc4f60bb015acf8ca70d2", "createdAtBlock": 15137004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmV3FZdYHbjUGYon6PF2XPHp7eGdRbB9EPMvaKWVQmYciH", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "> Curious!, Hadrien exclaimed aloud, his first word in some time. \n\nGetting to his feet, Hadrien started to walk in the direction of this dot that he had by now made sure was not just something caught in his eye. \n\nThey grew closer and closer to each other, the dot continuing to be surrounded by a cloud cycling through the hues of a rainbow, until the dot turned into - a Hare. \n\n> Curious!, Hadrien said, again. \n\nHe stopped where he was and was laughing to himself unselfconsciously when the Hare eventually reached his feet. \n\nCrouching down, he half expected his hand to pass through what he was now calling in his head; cute fluffy disco bunny, but instead, he was able to gently pat this little being on the head. \n\n*'Im not actually a Hare', the rabbit thought*\n\n> Youre cute!  Hadrien said. \n\nThe glowing rabbit pulled away from his pets and hopped through Hadriens legs.\n\nBy the time Hadrien had turned around, he saw that the bunny had made its way to the other side of a large crevasse in the previously flat whiteness of his surroundings. \n\nThere it was, still glowing, looking back at him as if nothing had happened, now sat, with a great crack separating them by what must have been at least 15 meters. \n\nHadrien walked up to the edge of the new feature in the landscape and looked down. There was no bottom in sight, just the slow fade of white into black. Looking left and right, he saw no way that he would be able to walk around it."}
{"id": "0e88a30b-6d7a-4365-bdec-b7b37c7ecb82-5", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:48.731", "backgroundColor": "#3A110F", "index": 3, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmPvZuHC97aBTX5aNHnbETG7CfAQn6gRouGHN9hJ14wMaT", "txHash": "0x3855702572b9dd01fc13c6855570f4372fab303ea74fc4f60bb015acf8ca70d2", "createdAtBlock": 15137004, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 1144, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": "ipfs://QmV3FZdYHbjUGYon6PF2XPHp7eGdRbB9EPMvaKWVQmYciH", "name": "Adept Hadrien of the Rock", "text": "Blinking, Hadrien assumed he must be dreaming and jumped in the air to see if he could fly as he sometimes would when he was lucid enough. He tried again, but gravity showed no sign of getting weaker, let alone disappearing. \n\n> Hmmph, Hadrien grumbled.\n\nNow the internal dialogue had started up again.\n\n> *Well, what are you gonna do?*            \n\n> *Nothing I can do, Im stuck.* \n\n> *Why not jump?*\n\n> *Oh yeh, and then fall to my death, nice idea, brain*            \n\n> *Some would say more than a brain, but whatever, you might make it*...\n\n> *I am not jumping.* \n\n            He took another peek over the edge and into the blackness. \n\n> *Nope, definitely not.*\n\nWhen he looked up again he saw the Hare, but another feature had appeared - a door.\n\nA pretty ordinary looking door was now unhelpfully placed just behind the hare. \n\nHadrien quickly spun round to check if any more doors had appeared, and they hadnt.\n\n> *Great so now theres a door.*\n\n> *This doesnt make sense.*\n            \n> *Has this ever made sense?*\n\n> *Well, not really.*\n\nThe door blew open and through it he saw a grass, flowers, and the blue sky.             \n\n> *Oh BLUE SKY, how I missed BLUE SKY!* \n\n> *Looks pretty nice!            *\n\n> *I need to get back to my life.*\n\n> *Maybe you could jump*\n\n> *It doesnt seem possible.*\n\n> *And yet here we are, still wondering.*\n\n> *Im not sure.*\n\n> *What else are you gonna do?*\n\n---"}
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{"id": "8869136b-b523-4baa-942c-27f59bad8a5e-0", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:02.668", "backgroundColor": "#2f0f4b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS3urby5F4pXHcGKGMF3Nk22VLRBvpiz1KRKWzmRnx6ij", "txHash": "0x1e51d9a02c217db341d0a0adf22facdce0450d136ce091c1c2257b76f0a4b1f6", "createdAtBlock": 15137140, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8326, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Aleister of the Mist", "text": "# The Lore of Aleister of the Mist, Wizard #8326\nSubmerging into The Mist, on the cold winter's eve of the 655th Winterfest This was the last anyone had seen of Aleister. His quest was one of great treachery and peril. For he was after something of great magical worth: the fangs of a vampyre. To this day, none are sure of his whereabouts or that he even still exists.\n\nIt is quite uncertain how or when, or even why Aleister appeared. He was not born, nor did he sail the Forgotten Winds of Time, as some of his greater contemporaries did. He simply existed. He stood tall and confident, but he often spoke in ways that many did not, or possibly could not, comprehend. For Aleister was a purple hat wizard and his ramblings were long, winding labyrinths of word. Words not from the manuscripts or tongues of mortals and men, but the tongue of wizards. As that is the ancient language Aleister often spoke. Aleister carried about his person a small magic bag, at all times.\n\nAleister was very unpredictable, but his bag.... more so.\n\nOut of it poured diamond, ruby, sapphire and emerald. They glimmered like stars in the sky. No gems were more precious. Spurring from it came food and drink, enough for all. Enough to feed cities, armies, even kingdoms but oftentimes Aleister was unable to grant such graces."}
{"id": "8869136b-b523-4baa-942c-27f59bad8a5e-1", "createdAt": "2022-07-15T10:40:02.668", "backgroundColor": "#2f0f4b", "index": 0, "loreMetadataURI": "ipfs://QmS3urby5F4pXHcGKGMF3Nk22VLRBvpiz1KRKWzmRnx6ij", "txHash": "0x1e51d9a02c217db341d0a0adf22facdce0450d136ce091c1c2257b76f0a4b1f6", "createdAtBlock": 15137140, "nsfw": false, "isArchivedByHolder": false, "tokenId": 8326, "slug": "wizards", "firstImage": null, "name": " Aleister of the Mist", "text": "For Aleister did not control his bag, it controlled him\nWhile purple hats are wise and powerful, they are not always sane. Oftentimes wizards in the Runiverse have powers of laughable status. They pose no real threat, harm or danger. But Aleister was not one of those wizards. If he, or rather the magic bag, willed so, great destruction was caused. The burning of villages, the slaying of men, regicide. All was possible.\nAnd for that reason Aleister sought the fangs of a vampyre. They, and only they, could tear the bag open and reveal its secrets. For Aleister wanted nothing more than to be free of its grasp."}