Shortly after, that same wizard he saw yesterday, *was it Azazef or something?*, shouted some fancy words and announced the start of the duel.

It 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.

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## **From Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane**

Let the inaugural duel of the BlackSand Tournament commence @wizard7718 announced ceremonially. *And so it finally begins* he thought with relief.

The warrior named Qamar immediately drew his sword, which quickly lit on fire. The crowd went wild.

The 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.

The crowd clapped and cheered!

Arvid recollected herself and this time threw a kick to her opponent. Surprising him. Her kick hit his face and cut his left cheek.

Arvid 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.


Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane

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.

The 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.

Qamar 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.

This 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.

Arvid 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.


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.

What a fight someone from the crowd shouted and a loud cheers followed from the bleachers. Qamar! Qamar! Qamar! they chanted.

Qamar stood proud; that fight was over. He had won.

Congratulations 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.


Nombeko Stormer of Kobolds

Nombeko Stormer, of Kobolds - Intro

When asked, Nombeko will say she is from someplace south of here. Those who know her well, eventually find out that she had an unorthodox childhood. As a war orphan, she had wandered into a small kobold settlement. This might have resulted in a tragic end for Nombeko, but for some reason, the kobolds decided to accept her into the community.

Life among the kobolds wasnt easy, by any stretch of the imagination. What kobolds lack in smarts and ingenuity, they make up for in sheer brawn. Nombeko developed a strong physique as she dealt with constant impromptu wrestling matches and rough-housing from the other kobold youths. Still, as she entered late adolescence, she realized that she had mentally outpaced the kobolds she now considered as her family.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nombeko decided to leave the kobold settlement in order to see the wider world, now that she was mostly grown and relatively more capable. As she roamed, she witnessed the treatment of kobolds among the wider Runiverse. Although it was true that some kobolds caused mischief and even worked as hooligans and brigands, overall she felt that other peoples were extremely prejudiced against the kobolds, and often took advantage of their low intelligence. Kobolds were often the targets of scams, confidence schemes, and even predatory employment arrangements akin to slavery.


On her travels, Nombeko has acquired what she considers her three treasures. One - her azurite dragon sword (she is close-lipped about where and how she acquired it). Two - her scarlet macaw companion, Frederico Freddy Seed-cracker. And three - her skill in speaking the machine language of the Old Worlds technology.  This skill was hard-won in Area X. After overcoming various trials and tribulations in this land of machines, she encountered a flickering terminal with instructional software on learning the ancient machine command lexicon.

Nombeko wants to help all kobolds. But she cannot be with all of them, at all times (a kobold left unattended for even a few moments is liable to get into mischief). Her hope is to program Old World machines to serve as assistants to the kobolds, to advise them, and ward them from predatory opportunists, as well as their own poor decision-making.

Nombeko carries with her one such device, and she is currently seeking a kobold who could be the first to test her idea

Written by Kel1of1.eth


Alchemist Axis of the Field

The wizards represent all that the true 'muggle' most fears: They are plainly outcasts and comfortable with being so. Nothing is more unnerving to the truly conventional than the unashamed misfit!


Erim Impaler of Turtles

# The Long Night

A 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.

Aurora 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.

Halfway 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.

Eyes 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!


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!

Morning 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?

*Story by Doodler*

*Art by Ozzzmabro*


Sage Flamos of the Lake

## The Sad Tale of Sage Flamos of the Lake

The 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.

Many 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.

>Your Runes he blurts out and I can see he is terrified.

Well-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.


>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? !

His eyes lose focus and his breath quickens.

>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.

Oh 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-.

>FLAMOS!? he shouts. At this the other patrons again pause their activities, and the first few rise from their tables.

As 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.

That 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?


>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.

Opening 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.

>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?

Oh 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.

>>**Ah, but to understand you must know the story and so I begin again**


>>**Ah, but to understand you must know the story and so I begin again**

The 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.

Her 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.

Circes 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.


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.

While 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.


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.

The 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.


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.

The 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.

Sounds 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.


Covered in blood and with his robe singed, scored, and smoking he raises his staff high into the air and shouts his rage at the fleeing imp.  Lost to his passions, his anger, and his terror he taps into the most powerful magic available to him.  The Sacred Flame.  Controllable and pure as a blessing it is tainted now called on by his anger and hate. The bright colors darken, a black streak weaving into the light as the flame grows and twists into something else entirely.  He lifts the flame calling its magic. The vibrant colors of the flame bubble off as a sickly black oily substance splattering the walls and Sage as a geyser of flame shoots forth.  The anger of the kidnapping having snapped something deep inside of Sage he is headless of the sickly change to the flame and continues to pour all his strength into the flame gathering its strength to attack.

Lifting his hand he funnels all his hate and anger into the magic and unleashes a furious torrent of flame. The cloud of fire and destruction hurtles towards the imp, but the distance is too great and his mastery of the flame too poor. Lit by the burst of light the imp is seen one last time topping the hill clutching the glowing babe to its chest and quickly dropping down the other side.


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.

His 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.


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.

His 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.

Hope 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!


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.

@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.

And 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

Hearing 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.


Shaman Azazel of the Astral Plane

# **BlackSand: The City That Once Was**

This 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.

Azazel 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.

Located 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.

But it all abruptly came to an end. Azazels eyes swelled and watered every time he reminisced of that tragic day.

Imperium 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.


One night, while Imperium quietly rested, Sceena suddenly erupted. Lava streamed down from its peak, flooding, burning and destroying everything on its path down to the Salt Seas shores.

No written report remains of that night. But the few stories that survived speak of inhumane screams of horror and pain as citizens succumbed to the unstoppable wrath of Sceena. For months walls of fires and smoke would rise from the incinerated land, making it impossible for anyone to aid the city.

In disbelief, Wizards from all lands tried to salvage the possible, conjuring their magic and deploying their technology. But nothing worked.

Nature had willed the end of Imperium, and Sceena had carried out the task.

Years later, Sceenas rage finally stopped. Left was only black sand running all the way from the mountains to the seashores. Dusty, barren land that would be impossible to farm. Land that would bear no harvest or feed no cattle. Nothing left to remind the world of the glorious days of Imperium.

Merchant stopped trading; Scholars migrated elsewhere. Pilgrims sought their gods in other, far lands. Wizards left. Imperium slowly vanished from the world map, leaving behind only its BlackSand.


Magus Drusilla of the Canyon

# The Lost Candy

@wizard6850 loved sweets. Cakes, pies, candies, and chocolates, Drusilla had yet to find a treat she did not like. It should come as no surprise to anyone, therefore, that Halloween was Drusillas favourite night of the year.

Living in a deserted canyon, Drusilla rarely encountered trick or treaters. This did not stop her from buying mass quantities of sweets every year, just in case this was the year that trick or treaters decided to migrate to her door from lands afar. Having no treats would simply not do. And if no one came and she would have to eat the leftover sweets herself, well that was a hardship she would happily accept.

On the night of Halloween, Drusilla put a large bucket of candy outside her door with a sign informing trick or treaters to help themselves. This was a private joke to herself of course, as there would be no visitors at all. She climbed up the stairs, booped her companion Frogbert on the snoot, and sank into bed.

The next morning, she opened the door, and found that something awful had happened. The worst thing that could ever happen to anyone, ever ever. Someone had visited in the night and all the sweets were gone. Not even a bean remained.

Drusilla wailed. This was true horror.

*by teddyfrosh*

# Soundtrack to the campfire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWtEYPva4A0


Mayumi Ruin of the Hall

# Mayumi Ruin of the Hall

A warrior who has never faltered.

Mayumi saved her little goat friend from a herd that had left him behind. He was out in the fields alone, wildly running the fields, but with no companion to call upon.

Mayumi, a young warrior in training at the time, ventured from the hall to pick some berries and swing her at the time plain wooden sword, through the air.

She was practicing her blows when all of a sudden the wild little goat charged and hit her in the behind. Mayumi fell to the ground, dropping her sword and turned around to see the goat staring her down. Had she really bean bested by a wild animal? What would she tell her mentor.

The goat let out a loud "BAHHHH!" before grabbing the wooden sword in its mouth and running off.

"No! My sword! My mentor will kill me!" Yelled Mayumi, scrambling to her feet and chasing after the goat.

Mayumi followed the goat for what felt like hours, stressed and fearful that her sword gifted to her by her mentor would be lost forever. Just when she felt like giving up, the goat stopped, in front of a pool of fire. The goat stood over the pool with the sword in its mouth, looking back at Mayumi.

"Don't you dare... don't you dare drop that sword!"

It was too late. The goat, with a silent grin it's eyes, threw the sword in to the fire.

Mayumi ran towards the pool, clutching at the ground before it and let out a loud scream of dismay.

She wept, until the goat nudged her to look up.


She wept, until the goat nudged her to look up.

To Mayumi's surprise, the sword floated above the pool, not in ashes as any wooden sword would be, but encased in roaring flames. The goat nudged her again as she looked at the sword, then at the goat, then back at the sword. Reaching out to the hilt, it wasn't hot to her touch. She gripped the sword tightly and thrust it in the the air, before swinging it around her head.

"Well goat, look what you've done."

To this day Mayumi and Goat are inseparable, and any foe daring enough to challenge them has met a quick demise at the end of their burning blade.


Radley Champion of the Pavillion

# Radley Riches' Pawn Shop

Artist: Althea Huang


# The Lore of Ectoplasmic Spectre Dario of Torment Manor

Born in death from the sacred flame, Dario of Torment Manor finally felt whole.

With powers forged in the flames of freedom a single objective had be born.

With the power of the ectoplasm that ooze around him Dario swore vengeance on all his tormentor.

 No mercy for all those who had wronged him, until they too felt the freedom of death


Vidal Chaos Agent of Worlds

# The Second Patron of the Pantheon

In honor of @wizard1, the most inspiring wizard of them all, who gave Vidal the blessing of darkness.

>## Fun.

You can find this sculpture inside the **Hall of Patrons**.


Wraith Devout Baird of the Bottomless Grave

Poor Baird of the Tower was a lonely Wizard

Against his wishes, he was led to the flame

Kicking and screaming and clawing the dirt

His final memories, storm clouds and pain

Emerged a new Baird, not of this world

With a new name, Wraith Devout

Lonely no more, he filled up his bottomless grave

With what you might wonder, you do not want to know

Day after day, month after month

His appetite insatiable, his thirst never quenched

The grave might have a bottom yet


Brooks Danger of Flowers

# PREVIOUSLY...

Hello there. I'm Brooks, Danger of Flowers.

You are probably asking yourself, right at this moment -
who is Brooks, Danger of Flowers?

Well. I am glad you asked.

He's a dashing warrior with a really cool headband.

He's a handsome bard who has misplaced his dearest musical instrument.
He's an old friend of @wizard239, with whom he holds a dark oath.

He's an important narrative driver, with important narrative drives - remember back when I told you about how I lost my musical instrument?

Character development...

Speaking 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!

Once 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!

He 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!

In 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.


From there, @wizard239, @wizard2029, @wizard5016, @wizard4104, and @wizard1017 got into all sorts of things - such as finding a cockatrice egg deep in The Wild, spying on the Blue Wizard Bastion, hostilities within the group because of Wild Mage's machinations and intentions, and all of the friends they made along the way!

It was all a good time until a Blue Wizard, one of their own, turned out to be spying on what once was Feral of the Untamed...


Ghost Eater Sonja of the Field

# Tales of Sonja

## Fields of Ghosts

Imagine a place with barren land as far as the eye can see. No living thing has been there for ages. It's dark, the fog lies thick, and the smell of death hangs heavily in the air. The only creatures there, are those already transcended to the other side. This is a land of the ghosts, long forgotten by the living.

Forgotten by all. Except for a young wizard by the name of Sonja.


Cage Shark of the Duck Alliance

# Stories of Cage

## The First Quack
Cage woke up. With tired eyes, he looked around his tent for the sound that has broken his sleep. Nothing. False alarm it seemed.

Days of battle had made his entire body sore. The additional strain of a bad night's sleep would not help his favor on the battlefield. Still, it was early in the night and as tired as Cage was, he had no doubt he would be back in his dreams shortly.

Six minutes later Cage was fast asleep again. But not for long. The sound reappeared. Now stronger than before. Cage eyes shot open, and this time he could identify the sound. It was a loud and clear, "Quack"!


Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah

# Bruno's Pawn Shop

*Establishing shot of a ramshackle old wooden fort in the middle of the forest. A sign in front reads: PAWN SHOP.*

      *Inside the shop sits Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah, an ugly son of a bitch, (think Jeff Bridges in True Grit) sitting on a rocking chair, yielding a falchion, rocking back and forth, humming to himself an ancient song, about to fall asleep, when*

VOICE\
Hello? Is anyone there?

*(Bruno wakes with a start, raises his falchion, looking around wildly.)*

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
**STOP!** Who the hell is there? You better not try anything or Ill stab ya right between your eyeballs.

*(From behind a nearby rock, out peeks Ghost Eater of the Technochrome, trembling in fear.)*

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME\
Please! Dont shoot! It is me! Ghost Eater Cory of the Tehcn

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
      Whaduyya want?

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME\
      To see if youd be willing to make a trade.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Errr, you better not be wasting my time, child, with
that damn eyeball again.

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME\
Its a perfectly good eye ball.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
      Its missing an eye! Or a person!

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME\
      Beggars cant be choosers.


BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Whose eye is that anyway? Poor sap.

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME          \
Ill trade you for five gold coins.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
**NO!!!**

(He raises his sword at him.)

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Go on! Get out here before I kill you!

GHOST EATER CORKY OF THE TECHNOCHROME\
      Whatever happened to the customer is always right.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
The customer is always dead, you hear me?

*Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah keeps his falchion at the ready as the Ghost Eater Corky of the Technochrome walks off into the desert. After a moment, Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah rests his falchion once again on his stomach and closes his eyes, resting, until hes approached by Cosmic Mage Gwendolin of the Tower.*

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER\
      Are you open for business?

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
*(opening an eye)*          \
Ugh, not you again, Cosmic Mage. No shoes, no shirt, no service.

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER\
      Im wearing sandals this time.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Fine, what do you want? Remember, all deals are final, no refunds, even on all potions that result in changes in physical appearance or death.

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
How much for this frog?


BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
      What does it do?

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Whaddya means what does it do? Its a frog. It does frog stuff. Like it licks stuff and eats flies.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Thats it?

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
What the hell else do you want it to do?

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
I could kick you outta this shop.

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Touche.

      BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Im sorry, Im just used to most frogs having some form of transference spell. Are you sure it doesn't magically transform into a handsome prince or something?

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER\
      No, Im afraid not.

      BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Okay, how about does it transform into a ugly, hunchback troll from the forest?

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Nope, its just a frog.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Damn!

COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
If you lick it, you start to feel funny and hallucinate.

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Hmm. You dont say. Alright, Ill trade you four gold coins.

      COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Six.


COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Six.

      BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
      Five.

      COSMIC MAGE GWENDOLIN OF THE TOWER          \
Deal.\
*(They shake)*

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
I would have given you six.

*(Cosmic mage Gwendolyn of the tower hands over the frog in exchange for five gold coins. She exits. Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah goes back to sleeping. Snoring. Sorcerer Quddus of the Brambles enters. Bruno Vanquisher of the Savannah awakes with a startle.)*

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH\
      Why, yes, how can I help you?

SORCERER QUDDUS OF THE BRAMBLES          \
Do you have any amphetamines are hallucinogens I can absorb?

BRUNO VANQUISHER OF THE SAVANNAH          \
Actually, I may have just the concoction you are looking for

*(SFX: Ribbet. As they begin to barter we FADE TO BLACK)*

### Starring:
@warrior7697\
@wizard2756\
@wizard2421\
@wizard868


Ghost Eater Ixar

# Ghost Eater Ixar and the Phantom Onyx Wolf

**Into darkness bound
By the lunar light summoned
Man and wolf are one**


Rotten Revenant Ming of Nasty Town

# The Lore of Rotten Revenant Ming of Nasty Town

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!


Brooks Danger of Flowers

# PREVIOUSLY PT II

Look, 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 -

Wild 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.

This 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.

Throughout the course of this spying, Wild Mage's crew had been taking the opportunity to "borrow" blueprints from the labs of Blue Wizard Bastion.

This did not go unnoticed by the spymasters of the Bastion.

Was 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...

But what we do know is that...

Wild 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.


What no one expected was what happened to Wild Mage and Apollo and what emerged from the timespace anomaly that is The Quantum Shadow.


Voodoo Priest Victor of Elysium

# The Lore of Voodoo Priest Victor of Elysium

Victor was the second son of the Evil North King's right hand magician.


Sorcerer Hadrien of the Hills

# The Lore of Sorcerer Hadrien of the Hills and Rogue

Hadriens 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!

Hadrien 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.


Hadrien is dashingly handsome. He is in his mid 30's in human years. He has long flowing white hair, he is tall, and has built stature with a deep voice. He has a magnetic personality and is a delight to the lady wizards in the realm. This often gets him into trouble but sooner or later the women all seem to still love him in the end. Hadrien is very persuasive, very crafty, and very resourceful and he and his fellow Blue Wizards at the Bastion are seen as protectors and servants of the Realm. There are many dangers and unknowns in the North and East of the Runiverse and it is a daily battle to identify, plan and mitigate threats.

Hadrien is very much against the Sacred Flame and has traveled across the land in search of one for study with several close wizarding friends. He never did find one to study closely but has seen firsthand of the torment and the pain that these Flames have caused and has witnessed the utter debauchery exhibited by the Souls that have emerged from The Great Burning.

Hadriens familiar, Rogue, is a talking, color changing rabbit. He is very courageous bunny and will fight to the death for his master or a cause worth his life. Rogue will turn black when he is angry or has a bad feeling about a person, wizard, or a situation. Rogue will talk but only when he has something important to say.

You can often find Hadrien traveling the realm, putting out fires, rescuing people, places or things or making a deal for something. There is talk of a new Blue Wizard Guild in the land. Hadrien most certainly will have something to do with that.


Hadrien never did find that sacred flame. Elusive it was. Hadrien learned a year later that he was very close indeed, by a mere few days to getting a flame. Since his original journey, warriors have jointed the land, great beasts and the spawn. The world is growing and changing. Hadrien strives to unite the Blue Wizards and form a Guild.

Hadrien has been known to ride the Pony of Fire #100


Putrid Zombie Eric of Goblin town

It all started as a joke, then the joke became more real, but what I did not know is that in the end, the wizard became a soul.

Its predecessor, one of a kind wizard had a great journey, but once he came close to the flame, he transmuted into the soul that is today.

I dont mind whether I win or lose, because the whole of life is stories, told over a crock of ale in the world or in the afterlife. So here is a poem for the memories:

Zombie, zombie, who were you?
Zombie, zombie, were you a human once?
Zombie, zombie, why are there so many people like you?

Human, human, i was a person once.
Human, human, i used to dream.
Human, human, but people treathed me like **** and i am one now.


Shadow Mage Rita of the Reach

## ***Shadow Mage Rita of the Reach***

In 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.

Long 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.

The 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:
> *As you pass these castle walls, your blood I will devour*
>

Each 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.

Thirteen continuous generations of Goblins were sent and none had returned. The bone engraved scrolls were the only remains that returned from their pilgrimage.

The 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


For generations, Goblins told lore that *Rita of the Reach* was a stunningly devilish Vampyre with a thirst for young men's blood. The youngest Goblins each had lucid wet dreams of week-long nude escapades with visions of Rita alone and in heat, in her bone crunching dungeon. In their dreams, moaning would echo off the inner hallways of the castle that eventually moved them down towards the corridors to their demise.

It was rumored by the Goblins that they would dream of beautiful female spirits whispering in their ears in the halls of the castle while they were led down the black marble, spider web stairs into the dungeon. These lucid wet dreams were required to begin their young Goblins' death journey towards the castle. Many of them dreamed of tasting the sweet fluids of Shadow Mage Rita, slowly and smoothly. These Goblin's craved, beyond their wildest fantasies, of stealing her precious jewels after these week long orgies. A craving so dire, they would risk everything and anything to taste her.


Mystic Willow of the Brambles

# [Intermission] Portraits
Willow has traveled many places in Runiverse and interacted with many people including artists. Some of the artists have drawn her in a canvas. Because of her mysterious nature, her appearance in the arts are quite vary, but all of them still captured her character really well.

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## Illustrated by suisa

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## Illustrated by tanakakun

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## Illustrated by marumiya

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## Illustrated by NONNONNON

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## Illustrated by hiwana

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## Illustrated by hiwana

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## Illustrated by pipipi

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## Illustrated by ta2nb

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## Illustrated by sweetbread

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## Modeled by i4nzits


Ice Mage Flamos out of the Blizzard

# The Lore of Ice Mage Flamos out of the Blizzard

Flamos had an upbringing that was not unlike most of his peers. He had a supportive family and wanted for nothing as he sprouted from a child into typical teenager. Flamos was never the most popular kid in school  and that was okay with him. He mostly kept to himself and focused on his studies.

As time went on, however, a classmate of his caught his eye. Flamos was smitten. Every time he saw his crush he wanted to say something, anything  but he could never muster the courage. He often saw her around school casually talking to other guys, usually ones who played sports or the guitar. Flamos desperately wanted to garner his beloveds attention but had no idea what could make him stand out. He was at an impasse.

One day over dinner, Flamos Mom and Dad sensed something was amiss.
Noticing Flamos pushing his food around his plate, his Dad asked, whats wrong?
Nothing, Dad. I dont want to talk about it! Flamos answered as he flicked his peas and stared into the distance.

I saw you looking at that girl today Flamos! This wouldnt have anything to do with her, would it? asked his mother, Noelle.

Well, I kinda have a crush on her, but shes always talking with other guys. I dont know how I can stand out to her, said Flamos as his eyes were almost instantly filled with life.

Gray gave a fatherly look to Noelle. He knew how he might be able to help Flamos. Even though he had his hesitations, once he got the nod from Noelle, Gray knew it was time.

Flamos, do you remember the tricks your grandpa used to perform at your birthday parties? I think youre ready to learn the family secrets.


Flamos vividly recalled his grandfather putting on magnificent magic shows at all his birthday parties over the years. He was always so captivated and often asked if he would show him how to perform the tricks. All grandpa would share was how to make a dog out of a balloon.

Really!? Thanks Dad! said Flamos. He was trying to play it cool but could hardly contain his excitement.

Flamos was certain these tricks would grab his crushs attention and help him stand out among his classmates.

You have to be careful, though Flamos. If these tricks are used the wrong way, the consequences could be severe, said Gray with trepidation.

A few weeks passed and school let out for summer. It was time for Flamos to spend a whole month with his grandparents. All he could think about was learning his grandfathers magic tricks.

Flamos and his grandfather, Archer (Archie, for short), spent the next few weeks learning the basics of becoming an ice mage. The lost art of ice magic was something near and dear to Archie, having been passed down for generations before Flamos dad walked away from practicing. Archie felt happy, and relieved that the skills and techniques would be safe being passed down to his grandson.

Its no easy task to master the manipulation of ice to perform tricks and spells others can only dream of. Supreme control over ones senses is required to pull off the elaborate displays of frost magic. Simple moves such as throwing icicles and conjuring frost spells, are easier to pick up. More difficult moves, such as building sweeping walls of razor-sharp ice, take much more time and focus to master. Flamos was up for the task. By the time his month at his grandparents came to an end, he felt like he could conquer the world. Or, at the very least, he had some fun tricks to impress his love interest when school started up in the fall.


The summer seemed to pass by in a flash  it was already time for school to start back up for Flamos. And not that he minded, either. Flamos was eager to see his friends  but especially excited to show off his new talents. He didnt want to come over the top too quickly; he wanted to play it cool. So Flamos started doing some of his magic in small groups or at lunch. It was fun to impress his friends, and it was only a matter of time before he would catch the eye of his darling.

One day there was a terrible accident in his classs chemistry lab. Artificer Ulysse was attempting a new experiment and set fire to his workstation. The blaze quickly spread throughout the school as the students panicked. As the situation got more precarious in the classroom, Flamos knew this was his moment to shine. He could save the classroom and impress his love by performing an ice spell to quell the flames.

As the fire grew larger, Flamos stepped into the middle of the classroom to perform his newly learned frosty magic. He was certain he remembered all the necessary steps to perform the family ritual. Flamos wanted to be the hero. Now was his time.

Flamos started into his routine: closed his eyes, knelt down, and began to master his senses. It was coming together; he could feel it. As he finished his steps, Flamos opened his eyes and attempted to extinguish the flames with his icy spell. He motioned his hands over and over again, but nothing happened. Flamos was stunned. His magic wasnt working. Caught up in casting his spell, Flamos didnt notice the burning beam just overhead. As he joined his class in evacuating the room, the flaming wood broke free from the ceiling and knocked Flamos in the head, leaving him unconscious.


As Flamos awoke from his blow to the head, his mind felt tingly all over. He thought it must have been a side effect from being knocked out. As he looked around, he was in the wilderness with only a curious red frog and an old ram. Unable to communicate with the animals, Flamos was left to piece together the events during school that day. Oh, and his head still felt like it was on fire.

Retracing the events of that day, Flamos remembered the fire breaking out and his heroic plan to save the day. He remembered going through his steps to cast an ice spell to quell the flames. The last thing he remembered was being struck by the burning log. Was this why his head felt so prickly?

Wandering the forest, Flamos came upon a stream. Famished, he stopped and bent down to take a drink. Flamos did not recognize the reflection in the water  his skull was still on fire! He urgently dunked his head into the steam for relief, but nothing seemed to work. Not water. Not snow. Not an ice spell. Mortified, Flamos fled his hometown and vowed to never return  at least until he could figure out why his skull was ablaze. He would never be able to approach his crush looking like this.

With no time to alert his Mom and Dad, Flamos set off with the mysterious red frog and the old ram. They traveled far and wide, meeting many friends and foes alike. The frog became known as Qesh  taking the name of his best friend in school. Flamos named the old ram after his grandpa, Archie. He often talked with Archie (the ram) during their expeditions and asked him advice  in the same way he used to ask his grandpa for advice.


Flamos appearance was threatening  and occasionally travelers did not take well to his mangled disposition. Because of this, Flamos often moved from town-to-town, taking odd jobs anywhere that would hire him. His favorite was being a shopkeeper in Zaros Oasis  the warm temperatures seemed to make his fiery head feel less painful.

As time passed, Archie the Ram began to grow frail in his old age. The constant moving from town-to-town took its toll on his well-traveled hooves. During one of their many cross-country treks, this time to visit @wizard1246 at the Kobolds Crossroad, Archie the Ram passed away. Flamos best friend was gone.

That night, Flamos held a memorial for his trusted companion, Archie. Qesh hopped close to Flamos as he could sense his vulnerability. Flamos lit a fire and began speaking words from the heart. Voice crackling and stumbling over his words, Flamos declared, As a memorial to my best friend, I will mount your skull on a stick to take with me wherever I go. I cant imagine traveling without you. I am still going to need to ask you for advice, Archie. May this be a lasting memory for a dear friend. Tears in his eyes, Flamos mounted Archies skull on a stick to carry with him from this point forward. Flamos tears were quickly dissipated by his flaming skull.

Whats next for Flamos? Who was the mystery love he was trying to impress at school on that fateful day?

To be continued


Archmagus Jerret of the Field

**Archmagus Jerret of the Field**

Once a humble farmer, Archmagus Jerret is now considered to be the invisible hand behind the 2020s psilocybin movement on Earth.    While his far reaching success is clear, his motives are not.  Only time will tell if he desires a greater human consciousness or if he seeks to pacify all competition in his quest for world domination.


Sage Ursula of the Hills

# The Lore of Sage Ursula of the Hills

Did the snake bring order or chaos?


Greta Daredevil of the South

# New Lore Entry

Greta was fearless. She'd dared the devil and won many a time. Her brother Johnny had shown her just how; they'd tricked the devil enough times to earn a lifetime of wealth, and a soul or two.


Alchemist Eizo of the Keep

**The Alchemist and Assistant**

Ive 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.

A 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.

Ach, 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.

Professor Eizo, do you think we have gotten any closer in the last three months? The assistant asked.

Eizo 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.

The 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.

Yes, 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?

I suddenly had a craving.


I suddenly had a craving.

Eizo 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.

The assistant nodded. Thank you, professor.

Eizo 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.

As 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.

I believe, Eizo whispered, surely theres a soul in all of us that we can retrieve.

Looking 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.

Tomorrow would be a new day after all.


# The Alchemist and Assistant

Ive 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.

A 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.

Ach, 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.

Professor Eizo, do you think we have gotten any closer in the last three months? The assistant asked.

Eizo 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.

The 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.

Yes, 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?

I suddenly had a craving.


Cyrus Exterminator of Concrete

# New Lore Entry

Born in the mountains, young Cyrus trained his fists beating the hard faces of his hometown's cliffs. Only after sculpting the faces of his elders with his bare hands in the obsidian rock was he deemed worthy to settle the prairies of the valleys below his hometown.

But that was ages ago. Boulders, monoliths, and blocks. Slag, ore, and crust. An obsession with finding the indestructible, Cyrus embarked on a quest to find The Unbreakable Stone.


Ekrin Protector of Merfolk

Ekrin had fallen in love with a mermaid.


Bernadette Leveler of the Rune Raiders

Bernadette loved her prized hound Buzz. He'd just sired his first litter, and already at 3 months old his pups had torn their kennels to shreds.


Orion Contaminator of the Dawn

To torment or not to torment. Orion asked himself this question constantly, especially at dawn. He loved to torment at dawn. He despised dusk. In fact he'd never been spotted at dusk.

The red dawn, a yearly occurence during the winter solstice, energized Orion and his companion. They made sure to spill enough blood to make the village well run red for weeks.


Sorcerer Casper of the Ether

# A Dream Run Amok

Sometimes when sorcerers dream hard enough, their dreams become reality...

As Sorcerer Casper of the Ether lay in his bed at night, running the day's activities through and through, he kept coming back to one thing: that stupid culinary atrocity that @wizard4504 brought to the potluck - a sack full of hollowed out cucumbers, each with a processed meat stick stuffed inside. He saw in his mind over and over again the image of Shivra unloading this sack onto the picnic table, like summoning a veritable horde of unwanted and ill-equipped mercenaries into a world that frankly never needed them... He tried to push the memory away, but it pestered him like an immortal housefly until finally Casper fell into a fitful sleep, imagining a world of hotdog men, clad only in b-list vegetable attire and dumb enough to storm into battle against *literally anything* for the promise of glory...

***thwump***


***thwump***

He awoke the next morning to a chattering outside his door, the sounds of a murmuring crowd, punctuated by the occasional ***thwump*** of a body landing on soft ground. Peering outside with squinted eyes he saw an ever-growing army of shiny, pink-skinned brutes, clad in all sorts of vegetable-based attire, speaking in blubbering monosyllables and doddering about. Just then another fell out of the portal that floated a few meters above Casper's ordinarily well-manicured petunia garden, this one holding what appeared to be a glowing, golden spatula. Upon seeing this the mystery-meat-men all turned to him, quieting, and kneeled. In a language Casper didn't understand, the gold spatula wielding hotdog man gave a rallying speech, and pointed off in the direction of the Red Wizard Capital before giving Casper a knowing wink and heading off, leading his army directly into the heart of the civilized Runiverse...

> "Aw shit..."   *said Casper*
> "I should probably close that portal"

***thwump***


Lin Cleaver of the Tiger Claw

Lin loved to play with fire.

Last fall, while casually throwing sparks to annoy her jaguar after one too many drinks at the tavern, she accidentally set her dress on fire and was forced to jump in the horse troughs to save herself.

She'd been on the lookout for a new dress ever since, a fire-resistant dress.


Antonius Rival of the Baobabs

Antoniou hated the Boabads. He went out of his way to fell the mighty trees. He drank their juices in the morning and at night, for it reminded him of the price he had once paid, a price too dear for his young heart to bear.


Major Razer of the Road

# Major Razer of the Road
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# -  Ashfall -

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An 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.

I 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.

I smile to myself. The darkness has always been there. Buried deep. I simply brought it to the surface. Exposed it.

Shattered 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.

I 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.

The man looks at me with cold eyes, devoid of his humanity.  Taking a deep breath, he utters You.

I 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.

The darkness Is calming. The fire brings warmth. In this chaos, It brings solace.

Ive 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.

I 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.


We round the corner to find a hooded figure standing in the middle of the road. She snarls and rushes at me wielding a knife. I step to the side, grabbing her arm and twisting it so the knife drops. You have turned your back on all of us she spurted out in pain.

The darkness grows, and with it our strength I respond. The end of the Wizards is near, and when it does darkness will flood the land! "I pray for the darkness to take you before that day She mumbles, acknowledging her defeat.

I grin. The fire in my eyes is finally lit. Burning among the darkness. The only color allowed. Red, the color of blood, revenge, fire. Red is powerful.

I spread my arms, looking up into the night sky above. As the wildfire flickers, the shadows dance on my chest.

"You have to be cold, to make it in this world." I bend down, forcing her to look up at me. "We will make it. We will succeed" My men put a knife to her throat.

"Your heart has turned to stone..." She mutters, avoiding the gaze of my red eyes. I snicker. "No, a heart of fire, forged in darkness. Fire burns brightest in the darkness."

She grips the hand that is touching her. "I don't regret betraying you." She spits. I laugh. I slip out of her grasp and nod to my men. She lets out her last breath and collapses.

The path we walk is not meant for everyone. There will be casualties, and there will be sacrifices. You may call us evil, but we are not cruel. We are the broken. We are the outcasts. We have come to take what is ours.


Felix Bludgeoner of Dragons

# ---- October 28 2022 ----

I travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @wizard6516, @warrior4403, @warrior10942, and @warrior10944.

We knocked on the door together and I was dreadfully tricked with the curse of laughing skulls. Please make them stop this incessant cackling!

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Gaddum Death of Titans

# ---- October 28 2022 ----

I travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @wizard6516, @warrior3208, @warrior10942, and @warrior10944.

We 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.

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Valda Slasher of the Street

# ---- October 28 2022 ----

I travelled to the door of the Nightmare Imp in company with @wizard6516, @warrior3208, @warrior10942, and @warrior4403.

We knocked on the door together, but I soon found myself buried alive with a curious rat scurrying above me. Luckily, my companion is an excellent digger, but it's times like this when I wish I was back slashing in the street.

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Magus Jaffer of the Palms

# The Lore of Magus Jaffer of the Palms

A RuneKey Master. Opener of doors. One who follows the unraveling threads the universe presents for him to follow.

Jaffer 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:

These guys friends of yours?


These guys friends of yours?

The startled couple looked up at Jaffer only for a moment before realizing what he said, and looked down the alley and the crowd running towards them. Another moment of calculation in their eyes, and a nod shared between the two, and they scrambled through the hatch Jaffer held open, and in one motion the hatch was closed, the key was removed, and the door returned to the ethereal realm and the wall was a wall once again. Jaffer urgently led the way through the interior of the building, quickly drew another keyhole, opened the door and the three exited the building and closed the door which vanished behind them. He motioned to the pair to follow him as they ran down another alley to its end, and came to a solid stone cliff face at the base of a mountain, created a door in the rock wall, and closed it behind them seconds before the gang was able to see where they went.

Its not much, but well be safe here from prying eyes, as Jaffer spoke he pulled a large old key from his pouch Now, I believe I heard you say something about trying to open a tomb of sorts? The key creaked and squealed as it shifted and grew into a sword of sorts. I believe I can help you with that- this bad boy can open anything.


Rudolph Menace of Wizards

# ---- October 28 2022 ----

I 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.

We 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.

Now, if only @wizard6516 would open hers...

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Augurer Rowena of the Wood

# ---- October 28 2022 ----

I 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).

We 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.

Until then, bottom's up and happy Halloween!

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Alchemist Hongo

# The Advent of Alchemist Hongo

> Campfire Story Halloween 2022

**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).

And 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.

The inscription on the stone tablet read:

**"If all of the toil, under there sun,
Could not cease your thoughts, existential.**

**Dont stop brewing, until youre done,
potion of passion reveals your true potential.**


**Dont stop brewing, until youre done,
potion of passion reveals your true potential.**

**What a lifetime of battle and blade,
could forge a hero of lore?**

**Why not demand the fates cut to the chase?
And see what destiny has in store?"**

It 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.


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.

During 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.


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.

I 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?!

Hongo 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.

Its a sensitive topic.


Hunter Lacerator of Rogues

# The Story of the Bear Man Bear

## Champion of the Bears
The 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.

They both tumbled into the portal and fell into the bear world.

From 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.


Archmagus Merlon of the Palms

# The Lore of Archmagus Merlon of the Palms

Part One

It 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.

"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..."

In 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.

So 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.

Looking  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...

Finding 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".


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.

"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.

"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."

"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?"

"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...."

Part Two Soon


Brooks Danger of Flowers

# And Up To Now... Part 3

Alright, we're almost up to speed.

So 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?

I mean...I wouldn't presume.

But 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.

As 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...

...but he wasn't The Runiverse's Wild Mage.

Gucci 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.

And - her Chainsaw Assassin Squad.


And - her Chainsaw Assassin Squad.

From there, he worked tirelessly, maddeningly even, to assist those loyal to him in finding safe harbor.

@warrior2023 found shelter under those loyal to some deity known as Draconis.

@wizard4104 found work beside Gucci Grail Wild Mage at Magus Diggory's School.

@warrior10234 found refuge at The Barren Court.

However, two members of the band formerly known as Feral of the Untamed could not be accounted for. @warrior9284 and @wizard5016 could not be found, nor had they been heard of or seen for some time. For those two reasons, Gucci Grail Wild Mage realized and understood this to be the time appropriate to enter The Quantum Shadow. It was time for him to find Gucci Grail Archmagus, for them to both return to where they came from - and @wizard239 and @wizard2029 to return from the depths of The Quantum Shadow.


Diabolist Hothor of the Keep

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.

His journey was an eventful one, as his hometown was pillaged and one of the marauding warlords abducted him as his ward.

This 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.

Little 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).

Several 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.

Some 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.


Some say his Toad companion is a former rival he bewitched to do his never ending biddng. Some say it is a servant of the Devil manifested to assist. Leroy the bald says its 'just a reglar toad, no difrnt then thems we find down the creek nearby'.

At present date, Hothor occupies a large keep in the midst of the swamp, known as Angelsbane. Passersby (those that haven't disappeared entirely) report ominous noises all throughout the night, and large blasts of green light filling the sky. Whatever treachery Hothor is currently conducting is perhaps best left undiscovered.


Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands

#  Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands 15515

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## All Hallows Eve

#### The flames of the campfire crackled as the girls watched the sparks float up in the air. Galatea pulled her hoodie back and asked, Mom, how about a story?

#### Nurgada's eyes sparkled as she sat up, Sure, which one do you want to hear?

#### Setting her snacks down Galatea asked, I like any story about warrior Kathleen?

#### Good choice! Its a perfect Autumn night to talk about a legend.
Hmmlet me thinkwhich one?

#### Nurgada glanced up at the sky, closed her eyes for a moment and touched the rune of air she was wearing. Letting it go her hands began to act like they were holding a large ball while she recited into the wind,

#### Legends of old

#### Legends of new

#### Appear before us now

#### So we can view.

#### A large sphere appeared and floated up from her hands. Inside of it swirled different colors.
Warrior Kathleen, commanded Nurgada and the sphere turned into pictures of the warrior.

#### In unison the friends of Galatea blurted out, Wow!

#### Galatea smiled as she softly shook her head no while placing her pointer finger over her  lips. The girls smiled and nodded back knowingly.

#### Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly Nurgada said, All Hallows Eve Battle.

#### The sphere changed into a picture of a dark purple beast flying through the woods. It looked right at the girls, stuck out its tongue and screeched. The friends huddled together.


#### Nurgada continued, One night each year evil things emerge from the darkness and roam.
Deep in the emerald forest a beast flew to the unfamiliar woods. It perched on a branch of a hundred year old oak tree. Gradually it turned its head and searched.

#### Warrior Kathleen had been on guard all night when she spied him.
His haunting eyes, large wings and the blue horns on the top of his head gave away that he was the Nightmare Imp. Legendary for his use of blood magic and black magic.

#### Kathleen took her Estoc sword and pushed it into the dirt while she reached for the rune of Earth. She mouthed some words, barely making a sound.

#### My oath is my promise

#### To protect and guard

#### Those who are good

#### Ill keep safe from harm.

#### Releasing the rune she pulled up the sword and slowly made her way from tree to tree until she was a short distance from the beast. The backside of a large willow tree kept her hidden.
She waited, hoping for the right moment to attack.

It wasnt long before they both heard noises off in the distance.

#### Kathleen charged around the tree. Both of her arms swung the sword as she attempted to stab the imp in the stomach. The weapon bounced off as the imp slashed at her. Kathleen ducked but one of the beasts gigantic wings smacked her. Her body hit the willow and the world went dark.
The scream of the imp and the smell of decay jarred Kathleen back into reality but her eyes stayed shut.

#### The beast landed and rolled the warrior over. He opened his mouth and bent down. A long tongue came out and licked her cheek. Kathleen remained still.

#### The imp leaned back and hissed, I should snap you and be done.


#### The imp leaned back and hissed, I should snap you and be done.

#### 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.

#### 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.

#### 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.

#### 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.

#### Not dead yet? You are a tough one.

#### 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.

#### Looking back the imp noticed ornately carved beads braided in her autumn hair.
He 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.


#### 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.

#### 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.

#### His hand reached towards her throat as the falcon screamed from above.
"Kaaw"

The beast looked up and noticed the first rays of sunlight were about to break the horizon.

#### 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.

#### His wings started to beat and he lifted up as he let out a wicked laugh and hissed, See you tonight! Hahaha

#### 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.
Im 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.

#### The corners of her mouth rose up while her beaten body was still.

#### 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.


#### 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.

#### Nurgada dropped her hands, bent her head down and was quiet.

#### Wow Mom, thats the best story! When I grow up I want to be like Kathleen, blurted out Galatea.

#### Nurgada's face glowed as she replied, Who says you arent already my sweet daughter. You are strong, proud and loyal.

#### This story has wizard #3764 Enchanter Galatea of the Heath and honorary warrior #15515 Kathleen Protector of the Woodlands, owned by 0xsharon.

#### Special thank you to Ando, Merlin, and Realize for allowing me to use their Nightmare Imp Beast #6.