Ah right, for anyone reading whos never seen a snowbell flower before, they only really grow in this region and I just so happen to sell them all year round. The jingling sound they emit is similar to that of a wind chime, and is very helpful for helping pollinators find them even in the heaviest of snowstorms. Of course, settlers have always used them to help lost travelers find their ways back home in those storms - if you follow the chimes youre getting closer.

As I made my way to one of the tallest ice houses in the capital - the only one sporting a cute cat-face doormat, I felt a tug on the hem of my dress. I looked down and... well what did you expect Id see?

A cute little chinstrap penguin looked up at me with wide eyes, wearing a green bandana around his neck which was fastened by a large circular red gemstone. I recognized the little fella, it was Dango, @warrior15502s cute but deadly companion. He must have been keeping watch of the entrance for my arrival.

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>Hey there little fella, cute outfit as usual.
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As I crouched down to pat his head, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dejavu. Just as I had that thought, a loud thud echoed behind me. I immediately knew what it was, it was the unmistakable sound of Fuyumi's massive frozen tuna being dropped on the snowy ground.

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> NORIIIIIIIIIIII!
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Ice Mage Nori of the Expanse

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> NORIIIIIIIIIIII!
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She shouted excitedly, her arms wrapping tightly around my upper body as she lifted me off the ground in a bear hug. Despite her small stature, Fuyumi was surprisingly strong, no doubt due to her constant carrying of the large frozen tuna. She moved with such swiftness and silence that I was unsure of how long she had been standing behind me, unnoticed. Her sudden embrace was a familiar game of cat and mouse we played, where she would pounce on me with a dramatic greeting. In the past, I used to struggle and wriggle in her grasp, but after years of this routine, I had grown accustomed to it and now let my body dangle limply as she swung me around in her arms. Eventually, she would set me down on the ground, but not before having her fun.

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> Hey there Penguin princess, hows it goin? Time is money 'll get straight to the point. I've got my hands on some killer fishing poles, top-notch, pirate-approved gear. I'm telling you, these babies will take the fishing game in Penguin Capital to the next level. I'll hook you up with them, no charge, all I ask is for todays fishy haul in return. What do you say? Let's make a deal and make all the penguins in the city happy fishers."
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She put her fingers up to her lips inquisitively, slightly folded her cat ears downwards, and responded with a somewhat confused tone.
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> Isnt that the same as just paying for the fish using poles this time? Also dont call me princess, you know that doesnt butter me up Nori-chin.

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Hah, I cant negotiate my way around her that easily huh? Also I should retort against being called Nori-chin but its kinda endearing so I could get used to her calling me that.
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> Fine fine, you got me there. What do ya say though, poles for fish? Youll be able to get more with these, right?
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Well, even if she realized it, that doesnt mean she wont take the bait. No pun intended? Actually pun intended. It wasnt a bad deal after all, I just dont think Id be able to sell those poles off to anyone. Fuyumi closed her eyes and scratched her chin in a moment of deep thought.

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> Well, we dont need anyone but the penguins to fish really

> Damn, the little pudgies are that good at their jobs, huh?

> ...yeah, but this would make things a lot easier for them. Hold on, let me have them test these.

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With that, she whistled over the direction of a small penguin huddle resting near an icy lake. She handed each one of them a pole, and without any instructions they respectfully bowed at Fuyumi and waddled off full speed back to the lake. Wait, theyre going to use the rods themselves? Cant they justwhatever. Within mere minutes, they all came running back with baskets full of periwinkle salmon. You can only find those in the cold waters here up north, they fetch a premium price. Fuyumi inspected the baskets and looked back at me, her eyes shining in excitement.


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> Alright, thats a huge haul. Ill tell ya what, we can give you some fish in exchange for the poles if you make us some delicious nigiri with these salmon before you leave as well! And make sure to reserve some of your supplies for the Hall of Cats as a present for me.

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Hah, you blockhead, I would have stood the night here to make sushi for you anyway. Fine, Ill play it your way. I placed the palms of my hands atop one of the fish baskets, and with a gentle breeze and sparkling blue glow emitting from my gloves, cast a spell to instantly freeze the fish to preserve their freshness. Not to brag or anything, but my flash freeze spell is the best in the north - these fish will be so fresh when they thaw that theyll feel as if they were just pulled out the waterminus the parasites of course, even the cold resistant ones thatd normally survive normal freezing methods get to swim with the fishes when Im done with them. Wait, not the best phrase for this case. Pun was intended that time, humor me please.
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> Sounds like a deal princess.

> Dont call me that, Nori-chin.
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Since then, I have been able to secure a steady supply of premium periwinkle salmon from the capital on a regular basis. But theyre highly sought after and sell out quickly. If you'd like to try this delicacy, I recommend making a reservation as soon as possible for a small additional fee. It's worth the investment to ensure you get a taste of this premium fish.


#  The entrepreneur of the Expanse - Ice Mage Nori

*Art by Sweetbread*

She utilizes her freezing magic to preserve goods only found in The Expanse and The Snow so they can be transported long distances for wealthy customers in areas like Red Wizard Capital. She sells goods such as yeti pelts, snowbell flowers, glacier mushrooms, but of course is most well known for exotic ice water fish. Chances are if you're having sushi from cold waters, it came from Nori's inventory.

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> "No fish can compare to what you find in The Snow or The Expanse. The unique tastes you'll find here are out of this world. These fish are so resilient to cold that you can't freeze them normally, and they'd die and instantly rot when taken to warmer climates. I'm just happy I can help spread these magnificent flavors far and wide."
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But fishing is certainly not Nori's specialty. She relies on the help of @warrior15502 in Penguin Capital to gather huge stockpiles gathered from the herds of penguins Fuyumi protects. In return, Nori provides luxuries from mainland cities across the oceans.

Ships coming from around the world know where to meet her, but customers within The Expanse and its surrounding areas aren't always so easy to reach given the vast snow mountains separating them. With the help of her owl Athena, she can easily communicate with them and arrange for easy exchanges and payments and materials to export.

As for her favorite imports, nothing for her beats @wizard6001's Quantum Mushrooms. Impossible to get anywhere near the frozen lands Nori lives in, they're a delicacy she enjoys and always requests in exchange for her goods.


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> "It was scary to try at first, but once I did I got to see a world where I was a sailor serving ice water fish across the land with the help of a freezing talisman. It seems obvious in hindsight, but I realized from those visions that the flavors I've come to love and enjoy here in these frozen landscapes simply can't be found elsewhere. I knew that I wanted the world I saw in that vision to become a reality... well aside from the scurvy part, that was kinda weird. But without these quantum mushrooms I would have never realized my calling. Back then my most exported items were yeti pelts and business was slow. Now I've got backorders and can't even keep up with demand! I love these mushrooms. But I can't help but wonder why sometimes the visions I see with them feel so.. real? Guess they're just that good."
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Sorcerer Alizam of the Mountain

Sorcerer Alizam of the Mountain was born to a family of miners, deep in the heart of the mountain range near The Secret Tower.  From a young age, he showed an aptitude for magic, often using his powers to help his family find rare and valuable minerals.  Creating decorative items or magical wands out of the best and rarest stones.

As he grew older, he became increasingly interested in the secrets of the earth.  He studied ancient tomes and consulted with mystics and seers, seeking to unlock the mysteries of the mountain and harness its power for his own purposes.

Finally, after years of study, Sorcerer Alizam discovered a powerful spell that would allow him to merge his own consciousness with that of the mountain.  With trembling hands, he began to cast the spell, calling upon the earth's energy to imbue him with its power.

As he chanted the incantation, the sorceror felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. He felt as if he was one with the mountain, his senses expanded to encompass every inch of the rock and soil around him.

But then, something went wrong.  Alizam had not anticipated the sheer power of the earth, and he found himself overwhelmed by its energy. He felt his mind slipping away, lost in a sea of endless rock and stone.

For what seemed like an eternity, he was lost in the mountain, his consciousness melding with the very earth itself. But then, slowly but surely, he began to regain his sense of self.

When he awoke, he found himself lying on the ground outside his family's mine. He knew that he had been changed forever, transformed by his experience into something more than human.


From that day forward, Sorcerer Alizam of the Mountain was a force to be reckoned with. He could call upon the power of the earth itself, causing the ground to shake and the rocks to shatter with a single thought. He became a legend among the people of the mountain, revered as a powerful mage and feared as a force of nature.

And so, Sorcerer Alizam spent the rest of his days wandering the mountain range, seeking to unlock the secrets of the earth and protect what had become such a large part of himself.


Cleric Samuel of the Sands

# Cabinet of Curiosity? Or Capturing?

Have you ever had a good day go bad so quickly, you didnt even notice the shift, until you were neck deep in that shift, so to speak?

Samuel looked down at the shard in his hands. The face of @wizard5251 looked back. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her he had only wanted to free her.

He knew it was useless, that she couldnt hear him. He had been rooted to the spot for hours, and sometimes, he watched her lips move. Not a sound. He breathed slowly, brought the shard to his ear, as one might a seashell. Vaguely he caught snippets of sound. So faint that they might be imagined. The sounds barely got through.

He spent the next few hours screaming apologies directly into the mirror. Screaming about his intentions to help. Saying that if he only knew the eventual result, he would have left the damn mirror intact, searched for a better way.

But she never looked anymore at peace. She never looked like she understood his pain. She never looked like she knew he was there at all. And that was the worst part for Samuel. Having spent his entire life as a Cleric, he only wanted to help and comfort others.

But there was nothing more he could do here.

Someone else could take his shard from him. He was going to take some time apart and think about the consequences of his own recklessness.


Alchemist Tengu of the Plains

Tengu was born to be an alchemist. His parents were the most renowned alchemist-warriors of their time, and they passed their skills to their son. He grew up surrounded by cauldrons, herbs, and manuals on alchemy. Tengu loved to experiment in the kitchen and had a talent for creating innovative recipes for both potions, and culinary dishes. His latest creation, however, became his downfall.

The alchemist was trying to create a potion that would grant immortality, an elixir of legend, the elusive holy grail of his field. He spent months working on the recipe and refining the ingredients until he was finally ready to test it out. Tengu added the final ingredient, a rare herb that he had obtained from a faraway land, and let the potion brew for a few minutes. When the potion was ready, Tengu tasted it and felt a strange sensation. His mamba snake pet, Arisu, who had been coiled up nearby, also took a sip from the cauldron. A few moments later, both Tengu and the snake had turned red!

The alchemist was shocked by the result. He had no idea what had caused the potion to have such a strange effect on him and his pet. Alchemist Tengu spent years trying to reverse the effect of the potion, but he never succeeded. Despite his misfortune, Tengu continued to create innovative recipes and share his love for alchemy and cooking with others. People flocked to his kitchen to taste his creations, which were getting more and more daring as his quest for immortality continued.

In his dual role of both Master Alchemist and Defender of the Plains, alchemist-warrior Tengu knew that his homeland was constantly under threat. The evil samurai from neighboring regions would often invade the plains, seeking to confiscate its vast resources and exploit its people. Every time they came, Tengu would stand tall and defend his home at all costs.


But this time, the invasion was different. The samurai had come better prepared, with state-of-the-art weapons and an army twice as large as before. The people of the plains were frantic and scared for their lives, but Tengu knew he had to act fast to protect them. He gathered all the potions he had made over the years - potions for strength, agility, and endurance - and started concocting new ones that would give him the edge he needed.

When the samurai arrived, Tengu was ready. True to his alchemist-warrior linerage, he fought with all his might, using his potions to become stronger, faster, and more resilient. The samurai were caught off guard, never having faced an opponent like him before. They swung their swords, fired their arrows, and charged with their horses, but Tengu proved too elusive for them to catch.
With each passing moment, Tengus confidence grew. He leapt over his enemies, dodged their attacks, and struck them with his own. Arisu of course, fought by his masters side, buffed by the alchemists arts as well. His potions were running out, but he had just enough left to give him one final burst of energy. He drank it down and charged towards the samurai leader, who was standing on a hill overlooking the battlefield.

With a single blow, Tengu struck the leader down and his army soon fell in defeat. The plains were safe once again, and the people rejoiced at Tengus heroism. From that day on, Tengu became known as the greatest defender of the plains, and his potions were passed down from generation to generation, ensuring that his legacy would never die.


Alchemist Silas of the Keep

# Alchemist Silas of the Keep
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Silas was a powerful wizard who lived in a grand keep atop a mountain peak. He was renowned for his mastery of both magic and alchemy, and his knowledge and power were respected by all who knew of him.

Silas was a solitary figure, dedicating most of his time to his studies and experiments in his laboratory within the keep. He was often seen wearing a pointed wizard hat, which was said to have been passed down from a powerful sorcerer of old.

Despite his reclusive nature, Silas was known for his quick wit and clever tongue. He was not one to shy away from a clever remark or witty banter, and many tales were told of his clever comebacks and one-liners.

Silas' true power lay in his alchemy. He was able to create powerful potions and elixirs, capable of granting immortality, restoring youth, and even bringing the dead back to life. He was also able to transmute base metals into gold and create powerful magical artifacts.

Silas' reputation as a master alchemist and powerful sorcerer drew many apprentices and seekers of knowledge to his keep, but he only took on a select few as his students. Those who were fortunate enough to study under Silas were said to have gained immeasurable knowledge and power.

Despite his great power and knowledge, Silas was a humble and benevolent wizard, using his abilities for the betterment of all those around him. He will always be remembered as a wise and powerful sorcerer, whose legacy will live on through the ages.


Void Disciple Jasper of the Sun

Jasper of the Sun was once a wizard of great promise. Born into the ranks of the Sun Clan, he had a natural talent for manipulating light and energy. His peers expected great things from him, and he worked hard to live up to those expectations. As a young apprentice, Jasper quickly rose through the ranks, mastering new spells and techniques with ease.

However, fate had other plans for Jasper. His archenemy, @wizard2573, jealous of Jasper's growing power, plotted against him. In a fierce magical battle, @wizard2573 managed to corrupt Jasper's mind and turn him to the dark art of necromancy. Jasper was horrified by what he had become, but he was powerless to resist the dark magic that held him in thrall.

Fearing the consequences of his actions, Jasper fled deep into the mountains. There, he took up residence in a secluded cabin, surrounded by towering peaks and dense forests. Living in isolation, Jasper worked tirelessly to reverse the effects of @wizard2573s curse. He studied the arcane arts, delving deeper and deeper into the mysteries of death and decay.

Jasper's only companions were his beloved cat, a sly and furtive creature with bright green eyes, and a curious flying skull. The skull, which had belonged to a long-dead apprentice, had been enchanted by Jasper to speak and fly on its own. The two companions kept Jasper company during his long years of exile, watching over him as he fought off invading orcs, malicious wizards, and other dangers.

Despite his isolation, Jasper remained committed to the Sun Clan's ideals. He used his necromantic powers only for good, using them to protect his homeland from harm. Jasper knew that the path of dark magic was a treacherous one, and he made a solemn oath never to fall prey to its temptations again.


@wizard2573, however, was not content to let Jasper live in peace. He continued to send minions after Jasper, hoping to capture him and bring him to justice. Jasper knew it was only a matter of time before @wizard2573 succeeded, and he remained ever-vigilant, ready to fight to the death in defense of his newfound home. Even in the face of impossible odds, Jasper remained steadfast, determined to protect the Sun Clan and its people from harm.


Hedge Wizard Cosmo of the Steppe

# The Day Cosmo Will Never Forget

Today was just an ordinary day for Hedge Wizard Cosmo. Like most days, the enchanted clock chimed for seven bells and Cosmo tried his best to stop the chiming from his bed with little success. The blue rat that had been by Cosmos side since for as long as he could remember, began to nibble at his toes. STOP THAT! shouted Cosmo to the blue rat, but the rat continued to nibble. Eventually Cosmo leaped from his bed, causing the blue rat to go flying across the room and land in a heap in the corner. The enchanted clock was finally switched off and Cosmo drew the curtains open to look across the vast sprawl of fields that surrounded his house. What the . Cosmo whispered to himself. All of the fields which were full of crops just only yesterday were completely bare, not a grain in sight!

Hedge Wizard Cosmo through on his Green Coveralls as fast as he could and ran into the fields to go and investigate. The blue rat had finally awoken from his daze and followed closely behind Cosmo. This is bad, this is really, really bad Cosmo said to the blue rat. The reason why it was so particularly bad, was due to the fact the Cosmo only had one job, that one job was to use his powerful magic and wisdom to keep the crops safe for the village. In return for Cosmos efforts to ensure a healthy harvest each year, his was given anything he could ask for by the local villagers. Cosmo looked behind him and could see the villagers beginning to gather around his house. They dont look happy squeaked the blue rat. Cosmo breathed a deep sigh as he could also see, the villagers did indeed not look happy at all.


Cosmo slowly walked back to his house, dragging his feet across the bare dirt, frantically thinking of how he could solve this problem. A problem that he was in charge of preventing in the first place. Before Cosmo even made it back to his house, he heard the voice of an elder, You had one job Cosmo. One job!. The rest of the villagers began to shout in fury. What will we eat, How did you let this happen I always knew you were only a part time wizard were just some of the things Cosmo could hear. Cosmo jumped onto a hay bail and stood tall and proud. Part time wizard, how dare you shouted Cosmo. I just need a little time to work out what has happened, it will all be alright, trust me, I am a Wizard Cosmo said to the villagers with a slight tremble in his voice. The villagers began to go back to daily jobs and Cosmo sat down on the hay bail with his


Cosmo sat down on the hay bail with his blue rat, how are we going to solve this one said Cosmo as he cast his eyes across the baron fields. Whats that! shouted Cosmo. He jumped up and began to run towards a green glow that he could see in the distance. As the blue rat and Cosmo got closer to the glow, they could start to smell something really sweet. Cosmo finally got to the centre of the field where the green glow was coming from, surrounded by the sweetest smell he had ever smelled. A Jelly Donut? Cosmo whispered to himself. He was so puzzled, yet so intrigued. How did a jelly donut get here Cosmo thought to him self and why do I want to eat it so bad. The blue rat franticly squeaked pleading with Cosmo to not eat the jelly donut. But it smells so good Cosmo explained to the blue rat, but the rat still frantically squeaked. Hedge Wizard Cosmo bent


still frantically squeaked. Hedge Wizard Cosmo bent down and picked up this strange, sweet smelling jelly donut and before the rat could do anything else, Cosmo took a bite. The blue rat jumped onto Cosmos boot and within a split second the pair of them were transported to another realm


To be continued


Augurer Qasim of the Wood

A Lore prompted by myself, written by chat gpt. illustrations promtped by myself, created by dall.e

"The Beer Drinking, Guitar Playing Wizard Qasim"

Qasim was a wizard like no other. He was known throughout the Runiverse for his love of beer and his skill with a guitar. He lived a peaceful life in a small cottage on the edge of the forest, where he spent his days brewing and playing music. But little did anyone know, Qasim had a secret talent - he could create the most delicious and potent ale in all the land.

One day, Qasim received a vision in a dream. In it, he saw a majestic pony named Barnaby the Bold. Barnaby told Qasim that he had been chosen to save the troubled wizards of the Runiverse by supplying them with mugs of his ale at a forgotten tavern deep in the forest. Qasim was skeptical at first, but the dream was so vivid and real that he couldn't shake it off.

Without hesitation, Qasim set off on a journey to find Barnaby and the forgotten tavern. After many days of traveling, he finally came upon the tavern, hidden deep in the forest. As he approached, he could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from within. Excitedly, he pushed open the door to find Barnaby the Bold standing before him, holding a mug of ale.

"Welcome, Qasim," Barnaby said with a smile. "I've been waiting for you."

Qasim was amazed. The dream had been real, and Barnaby the Bold was even more majestic in person. The two quickly became friends and set off on a mission to save the troubled wizards of the Runiverse. They traveled from village to village, offering mugs of Qasim's delicious ale to any wizard in need.


As they traveled, Qasim played his guitar and sang songs of hope and encouragement. The wizards they met were initially skeptical, but as they took a sip of Qasim's ale, their spirits lifted, and they began to believe that things could get better.

The wizards of the Runiverse had been facing a terrible enemy - the beasts of the realm. These creatures were fierce and powerful, and the wizards had been struggling to defeat them. But with Qasim and Barnaby's help, the wizards' morale was lifted, and they were able to band together to defeat the beasts once and for all.

Thanks to Qasim's ale and Barnaby's bold spirit, the Runiverse was saved, and the wizards were forever grateful. Qasim and Barnaby became legends in their own right, known as the "Ale-Bringers" who saved the day.

And so, Qasim and Barnaby continued to travel the Runiverse, spreading joy and hope wherever they went. They became known as the most unlikely of heroes, but their friendship and love of ale had saved the day.

The end


Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes

In the parched lands of Zephyra, where the desert winds whisper ancient secrets, lived Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes, a master of sand and wind. Born under the Rune of Uranus, Kamil possessed exceptional skills in transformation and change, shaping the world around him with his mystical powers.

Clad in white silk robes, his garments fluttered with each gust of wind as he traversed the unforgiving dunes. An orange waistband secured his flowing outfit, while a blue scarf and shoes complemented his ensemble, granting him protection from the desert's harsh elements.

Sorcerer Kamil's head was covered with a mystical Djinn mask, a relic from a time long past. The mask's purple fabric and piercing yellow eyes were a testament to the magical abilities the sorcerer had harnessed. As Kamil's powers grew, so did his ability to communicate with the Djinn, ancient spirits that controlled the desert winds.

By his side, a Sapphire Slime familiar accompanied him, a magical creature that provided much-needed moisture in the arid environment. This peculiar companion took the form of a blue water droplet with expressive eyes and a cheerful mouth.

In his hand, Kamil held a flask of Mandrake potion, a concoction of great significance. The orange liquid glowed with the power to transform reality and manipulate the desert sands, further enhancing Kamil's innate abilities.

With the red sun blazing above, Sorcerer Kamil of the Dunes wandered the sands, seeking knowledge and preserving the balance of his realm. Through his unique powers and the bonds he forged with the Djinn, Kamil became a legend among his people, a symbol of hope in a land of relentless heat and endless sands.


Augurer Qasim of the Wood

# The Lore of Augurer Qasim of the Wood

Augurer Quasim of the Wood is a festive Punjabi Wizard. He loves his cat and dream pony, Barnaby the Bold. Legend has it, he once drank an entire barrel keg of ale whilst hand standing upside down upon it. Augerer Qasim is a lesser known traveler and entertainer, however once his limmericks befall a fair maiden's ear, she becomes powerless to resist his charm and charisma. But dont let this festive fellow fool you, for he is no stranger to battle. In fact, the more ale he drinks only empowers his fighting instincts further during a melee. Some say that he has developed his combat technique inspired by his ferocious familiar feline. He can make loud and intimidating cat sounds that psych out enemy opponents. Truth be told, not all battles can be won. Augerer Qasim's dream pony Barnaby often has to rescue him from his less succesful engagements. Barnaby the Bold is a trustworthy steed, but has been known to break into Qasim's beer and drink all of it.  Augerer Qasim of the Wood is always ready for the next adventure... but hopes its his next pint!


Brutus Antagonist of the South

# Brutus

_Somewhere in the southlands... the lonely arena stands in the middle of the desert... the sun is scorching the earth_

The arena is packed ...
An strong scent of sweat mixed with sand and blood is filling the air.
The crowed is enraged by the previous fights... the want MORE!!

The want him... the undefeated champion of the Southern Kingdoms ... the want... BRUTUS!

The announcer rings the bell... the next fighters are called to join the arena.
As he walks in the dusty corridor, seeing a seering light at the end of the tunnel, he listen to the usual chants.

bru - tus

bru - tus

_the crowed gets louder and louder_

Bru-Tus

Bru - Tus

_As he emerged under the scorching sun, the entire arena has turned mad from their thirst for blood_

BRU-TUS

BRU-TUS

The undefeated champion, Brutus Antagonist of the South, is about to begin his next fight!


Florentina Hammer of Glory

# Florentina, Hammer of Glory and the Hall of Cats

Florentina, Hammer of Glory, was a fierce and skilled warrior, feared and respected by all who knew her. She had come to the Runiverse from a faraway land, seeking adventure and glory. With her companion, the northern lynx named Laura, by her side, she roamed the lands, facing down all manner of enemies and overcoming seemingly impossible odds.
Florentina's armor of fire was a sight to behold, and her shield, depicting a frog, was a symbol of her strength and tenacity. Her weapon, the bo staff, was a formidable tool in her hands, and she was an expert in its use, having trained for many years in the martial arts of her homeland.
Laura, her companion, was a fierce and independent animal, much like her human companion. She was a skilled hunter, and her long legs and furry feet made her well-suited to traveling through the snowy wilderness. Her black-tipped tail and tufted ears marked her as a northern lynx, a rare and majestic creature.
Despite her fearsome reputation, Florentina was a kind and compassionate woman, with a deep love for all creatures, especially cats. And Laura, her companion, was her constant companion, a source of comfort and support in the many battles and adventures that lay ahead.
Together, Florentina and Laura roamed the Runiverse, facing down all manner of dangers and enemies, always looking for the next challenge and adventure. And as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face it together, with courage, strength, and the unbreakable bond of companionship.

## Meeting Tabitha in the Swamp


As @warrior2854 made her way through the Frogmaster Marsh, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that the Hall of Cats, the guild she so desperately wanted to join, had many enemies, and she knew that the marsh was home to one of the most powerful and feared wizards in the Runiverse, @wizard6154.
Florentina knew that Tabitha and her familiar, Blimpy the albino rat, were fierce opponents of the Hall of Cats. She had heard stories of the powerful magic that Tabitha wielded, and knew that she would have to be careful if she hoped to pass through the marsh unharmed.
As she made her way deeper into the marsh, Florentina came across a strange and mysterious figure. It was Tabitha, her green skin and hair a stark contrast to the dark and twisted landscape of the marsh.
Tabitha greeted Florentina with a cold and calculating stare, her rat Blimpy perched on her shoulder. Florentina knew that she was in the presence of a powerful and dangerous wizard, and she braced herself for the worst.
But to her surprise, Tabitha did not attack. Instead, she spoke to Florentina, her words measured and precise. "I know why you have come to the marsh," she said. "You seek to join the Hall of Cats, but you must know that my kind and I are opposed to their ways. We will not stand idly by as they seek to dominate and control the animals of the Runiverse."


Florentina was taken aback by Tabitha's words, but she knew that she could not back down. She steeled herself and spoke with determination. "I understand your concerns, Tabitha, but the Hall of Cats is a noble and just guild. We seek to protect and preserve the animals of the Runiverse, not to dominate and control them."
Tabitha considered Florentina's words for a moment, her eyes flickering with a hint of something that might have been respect. "Perhaps," she said at last. "But I will not stand idly by as you pass through the marsh."


## The capture

Florentina's journey to join the Hall of Cats took a dark and unexpected turn when Tabitha, the powerful wizard of the Frogmaster Marsh, took her hostage. Blindfolded and disoriented, Florentina was led deeper into the marsh, her fate uncertain.

As they walked, Tabitha told her plan to Florentina. She knew the location of the Hall of Cats' headquarters, and she intended to use Florentina as leverage to gain entrance to the guild. "As I said: I will not stand idly by as the Hall of Cats seeks to dominate and control the animals of the Runiverse," she said. "I will use you and your companion, the lynx Laura, to gain entry and put a stop to their ways."

Florentina was horrified by Tabitha's plan. She knew that the Hall of Cats was a noble and just guild, and she couldn't bear the thought of her companion, Laura, being harmed. She pleaded with Tabitha to let her go, but the wizard was resolute. "You must understand," she said. "I will do whatever it takes to stop the Hall of Cats, even if it means sacrificing one life for the greater good."

Tabitha blindfolded Florentina, took away her weapons and shield and went on her way to the Hall of Cats.

## The gates of the Hall of Cats

"I demand from the gatekeepers of the Hall to let me and my fierce Blimpy enter and parlay the release of  one Florentina, Hammer of Glora and her hideous lynx Laura. If you do not open the gates, i will put the cat on Florentinas staff and cut her head off!"


But as Tabitha stood in front of the gates of the Hall of Cats, making her threats and demands, a powerful voice echoed from above. It was the voice of the @wizard6044, the grand master of the Runiverse, and it was filled with authority and power.

"Tabitha of the Marsh, you are wrong," the voice boomed. "The gates of the Hall of Cats may only be entered by cats and their companions. You and your rat, Blimpy, are not welcome here."
Tabitha was taken aback by the voice, and she knew that she had overstepped her bounds. She had always thought of herself as a protector of animals, but she realized that she had been misguided in her actions.

"Forgive me, Dotta," Tabitha said, bowing her head in humility. "I only wanted to protect the animals of the Runiverse, but I see now that I was wrong."
The Dotta's voice softened, "I understand your intentions Tabitha, but the Hall of Cats is a guild for cats and their companions, not for human wizards. You cannot enter here. But you may find your path in other guilds or paths that will suit you better."

## The release

Tabitha nodded, accepting the Dotta's words. She left the gates and returned to the marsh, where she released Florentina and Laura. She apologized for her actions and returned Florentina's shield, weapons and the rune of Neptune, which she had taken by magic.

"I'm sorry for what I did," Tabitha said to Florentina. "I hope you can forgive me. I know that you are on a quest to find the Hall of Cats, and I will not give you its location. You will have to continue your quest, but I wish you the best of luck."


Florentina was surprised by Tabitha's words, but she could see the remorse in her eyes. She thanked Tabitha for her apology and forgave her. Florentina then set out on her quest once more, determined to find the Hall of Cats and become a warrior. Tabitha watched her go, knowing that Florentina had a difficult journey ahead of her, but also knowing that she was strong and capable.
Tabitha then turned back and went to her home, the swamp. She thought about her actions, and how she had acted in the wrong way trying to protect animals, but she knew that there were other ways to do that and she will try to find them and make amends.

The End


Loz Crusher of the Hell Chamber

# For the HORDE

Loz crushes
Loz big hammer

Eagle eat eyes of Loz ennemies

SCREEEEEEEE, LOZ IS AT THE SERVICE OF THE HORDE


Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel

# Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel

Skreee! Let me tell ya the story of Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel, skrrrr!

Hobbs, skree-sir, is one of the greatest arcanists of all time, skreee! His knowledge of the arcane arts and his mastery of the Harmony Staff (a weapon that makes every other one seem like a toothpick), chill my scales even now! Skreee!

Not only is he powerful, but he is also a sight to behold, skreee! He always wears his signature diamond jester garb, covered in pure green, fit for the king of a clan, skilettos!

But that's not even the best part, skreee! He carries around with him his faithful companion, a red mamba snake, that's right! His bond with the serpent runs deep, give you chills!

And what rangs Hod with near apotheosis, skree-sir, was being blessed-ap by the Rune of Earth herself! They say he was bathing-sk in the hot springs of the Great Wife to settle himself before a journey or task when the beauty of the land opened a way to earthly understanding that he'll ap never forget... a great story, rattles my bones!

So if ever talkturn lost in these lands skunks-come, keep a fine direction and you might cablast find yourself sought out-skreee by him, the one and only Arcanist Hobbs of the Citadel!


Brokk Executor of the Savannah

# A leader born in a Baobab

Brokk is a fierce warrior hailing from the land of Forgotten Runes. He was born into a pride of lions, and from a young age, he showed an innate ability for battle strategy and leadership. He quickly rose through the ranks and became a respected and feared leader among his pride.

As he grew older, Brokk's reputation as a skilled warrior began to spread beyond his pride. He was known for his fierce fighting style, his sharp claws and powerful roar, as well as his ability to outmaneuver his enemies. He also always had by his side a warthog, which he raised since young age and trained to fight by his side. The warthog proved to be a valuable asset in battle, with its sharp tusks and strength.

## The fearful executor

Brokk's legendary status was solidified when he led his pride in a series of successful battles against rival prides, expanding their territory and securing their dominance in the Savannah. His leadership and the way he carefully cut the throat of every ennemy earned him the title of "Executor of the Savannah" and he was respected and feared by all who knew him.

But Brokk's reputation wasn't just built on his martial prowess, he was also known for his unwavering determination and his willingness to do whatever it takes to protect his pride. He was a fierce protector of his territory, and his rule was absolute. He would spare no effort to ensure the safety and prosperity of his pride and his land.


Daria of the Marsh

Yeah I know @wizard946, he's a fellow key enthusiast.  Last time I saw him was at a Cult of @soul8792 meeting.  @wizard5429 was ranting about little boys getting molested, randomly mentions some catacomb he was trying to access and @wizard351 shoots him a fiery look.  Like...yeah...talk about the church's sexual misconduct and no one skips a beat, but the slightest mention of a catacomb got all the memelords real nervous.  Probably because of that stupid book @wizard4351 carries around "The Book of Moh'ron".  AFAIK it's an unspectacular book of superstitious conspiracy theory occult bullshit.  Has some alternate account of Runiverse history where Lord Nosferatu is still alive haha... err...undead?  Whatever.  He's not dead dead.  Anyway, I saw Jaffer leave with the other memelords but not sure where they were headed.

3/2


Maximus Shatterer of Runes

# The Creation of Maximus, Shatterer of Runes

I could feel the cold stone beneath me growing warmer as the blood flowing from my wounds pooled across its surface. As the sticky heat of my life's blood soaked the stone I realized that I would not survive losing much more.

The percussive sounds of combat filled the air, and as I lay there a burst of blue fire roared over my head, followed by a nearby explosion and a rain of debris. On my right I heard the liquid syllables of an incantation suddenly cut short by the sound of shattering bones and a sudden tremor in the ground.

I could hear a voice. A woman's voice, yelling hoarsely between gasps for breath. *Maximus! Maximus stand up!*

Another tremor shook the ground as a spray of dirt and rubble rained down on me. As the last of the debris fell a figure appeared standing above me. The image resolved into the figure of a woman, covered in dirt and streaks of blood, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, blood, and ichor. Grabbing my arm, she strained to pull me to my feet, wincing as she did so.
*Maximus! Wake the fuck up. Geerus is dead. We need you to move!*

With a final heave, I regained my feet and things began to come back into focus. Looking down I could see my club of bleached bone still tightly held in my hand, my knuckles white with effort.


Suddenly a colossal metal fist struck the stone between us, barely missing as we leapt to either side. As I regained my balance another blow from the leaden hand struck my shield. Despite only being a glancing blow, I was sent sliding across the room to slam into the stone wall. As my eyes refocused I could see the crushed and shattered body of Geerus a few feet away, almost unrecognizable save for his blood caked metallic scales.

Kalira and I charged. Slamming my shield into the creature, I watched Kalira strike with a dagger. Sparks flew as the blade scraped harmlessly across its carapace, but I was able to use the moment to block what surely would have been a death blow to Kalira as she dove between its legs.

As the creature turned to face her, Kalira sat bolt upright and slammed her dagger into its spine while I put every ounce of force I could into a swing with my club. It was a solid hit to the thing's arm, but there was no force to the blow. It was as if all the strength poured into the attack just drained away upon impact. It surprised me so much that I failed to see the next blow coming.

I could feel the bones of my arm break and my shield deform under the power of the thing's attack, but while it forced me a few feet back I retained my balance. As I reeled, the creature kicked at Kalira who mostly dodged the blow.  Mostly. Glancing over at her pained cry I saw her clutching the chipped and bloody stump where a moment ago one of her horns had been.

*Vali, we could really use that rune about now!*

*Im still deciphering! This text is harder to read than I expected!*


*Im still deciphering! This text is harder to read than I expected!*

At the furthest wall of the crypt, Vali inspected the lines of eldritch lettering that filled the smooth stone of the wall. Were it not for his reply he would seem oblivious to the combat raging tens of feet behind him. Kalira and I ducked and weaved, raining blows on the metal giant as it pressed toward the white haired elf. For a moment Vali turned, his pointed ears seeming to flicker golden in the light. Twisting one hand into a painful looking gesture he whispered a single, percussive  syllable and an emerald ray lanced from his hand to the ground behind our opponent. Vali turned back to the wall, not even bothering to watch the eruption of vines he had summoned burst from the ground and attack the metal man.

	Our hopes for a moment of respite were to be denied. It took the barest moment for the creature to pull free, ripping and shredding the magical plants as it continued toward Vali. Hurling Kalira and I to the side with a sweep of its arm, the metal giant advanced upon our comrade. As we started to shout a warning Vali's voice rang out.

 *I found it! Right Here..*

Vali pressed his hand against a symbol that began to glow, slowly separating from the stone as the metal titan raised its fist behind him. He must have seen the thing's shadow because as it began its strike Vali turned, a blue sphere of energy beginning to form around his hand which dissipated as the metal fist slammed into him. With the sharp pop of broken magic and a sickening thud, his body hit the stone wall, sliding down to the ground, inert.


*Distract it! Ill get Vali."* I shouted, letting my shield fall from my now useless arm.  Kalira nodded, grimacing through the blood from her broken horn, and sprinted towards the beast. As she dodged around it, almost dancing, she rained down blows that would have felled any lesser opponent. Blows that failed to mar the metal of her adversary's skin.

Kneeling, I assessed my friend's wounds. I could not believe he was still alive. His chest was crushed, with most ribs broken and several protruding, and what little fading breath he had was coming in shallow, wheezing gasps.

*It it broke my spell. Like it wasnt there. Like it didnt notice. What a marvelous automaton.*

A true scholar to the end. Of course he would marvel at such a creation, even as it took his life. His hand twitched, one finger pointing at the glowing rune, which now floated in the air a foot from the wall.
.
*That rune.. It looked different. You must take it and flee!*

Vali smiled grimly,and raising a trembling hand began to chant something in Elvish. Flames began to wreathe the form of the creature. Dully glowing patches of red began to appear on its brass armor, slowly spreading as the metal visibly softened. The blazing creature turned toward the dying elf and began to trudge forward. Eyes unfocused, the light of life dimming in them, the elf's body convulsed as he continued to cast. Recognizing his intent and sacrifice I nodded and fell back to cover Kalira, shouting to her to grab the rune as I did so.


The metal giant, now a walking inferno, closed on Vali, grabbing him around the neck with a titanic molten hand. Even as his body began to burn, Vali's voice continued to chant, his pitch rising to screams. Then Kalira reached the rune, snatching it from the air. Instantly the golem-like creature turned, hurling the blazing corpse of her comrade into her.

With a shout I rained blows upon the creature, hammering it's half melted form with blow after blow from my club. Rage gave me strength far beyond my own, and as the flames died along with Vali I put everything I had into one last strike aimed at the widening crater I had opened in its chest. Just as my club was about to land, one of its red hot metal fists sent me flying across the room to land next to Kalira and Vali, or what was left of them.

	Vali's labored breathing had ceased, his body a crumpled and broken mass upon the tiles. Behind him was the form of Kalira, sitting on the floor with the rune clutched tightly in one hand. Her body was slumped slightly forward, enough to see the smear of blood on the wall behind her and the crushed and suppurating back half of her skull.


Dragging myself toward her with my one good arm I could hear and feel the heavy thuds of the beast's footsteps as it lumbered toward me. As my hand closed around Kalira's and the rune I could feel a warm and prickly static, and then everything surged. Suddenly my blood was a raging tide in my veins, and it felt as though lightning was crackling through my body as I pulled myself to my feet. As the looming figure's fist launched toward my face it seemed as though time slowed to a crawl. While I could no longer feel the rune in my hand, the pressure of the energy running through me increased until I could not draw breath. Suddenly a searing heat exploded in my chest, and without thinking I ducked under the punch and grabbed my club.

The next thing I was aware of was waking up to cool musty air and a vast amount of pain. It felt like every muscle and tendon in my body had been grossly abused. Even the notion of movement brought on an almost nausea. Turning my head, groaning at the ache as I did so, I saw the motionless form of my metal adversary. Now cold and unmoving it lay on the ground next to me, the center of its chest savagely ripped open. Around the wound and on the ground near the creature was caked a strange dust, like fine  sand.

*"What the fuck just happened?*


*"What the fuck just happened?*

I shut my eyes and tried to piece it together. Images of debris raining down on my head as it missed me and hit the wall. A flash of being on top of it, pounding at its chest and pulling the metal apart with my hands. Then, clearest of them all, a dim glow within the beast's chest. A symbol unknown to me that I nonetheless instantly knew as the Rune of Brass. After that came fleeting images of a man holding the rune while etching intricate symbols into the cooling metal form of the thing I had just vanquished. Then I saw my own hands, reaching into the beast's chest as it futilely tried to claw at my face. I heard my own voice screaming as my hands grasped something so cold that it burned like fire. And then, with a sound of shattering glass, the vision faded, leaving me cold and alone with the bodies of my friends and the remains of my opponent.

As I stumbled from the crypt into the morning light, the stench of death strong in my nostrils, I was haunted by the face of the man in my vision. I had an unshakeable certainty that he had created the metal monstrosity that took my friends' lives. I also knew, without knowing how, that it was merely one of many that he had made. What had started out as a mission to recover a lost rune and return it to the wizard who hired us had now become a point of honor.

To hell with the wizard. I decided that I would hunt down this man, dog his footsteps to hell and back if necessary, and destroy both him and every one of his brass abominations. I would not rest until I held his rune, broken, in my hands. As the first direct light pierced the canopy overhead a name echoed through my mind. His name.


" @warrior10812. *Im coming for you."*


Horned Phantasm Caligula of the Smell

Even the darkest souls finds love for their familiar


Bard Tengu of the Keep

# Bard Tengu of the Keep

> Listen well, my brave travelers,
> For I have a tale to tell,
> Of dangers lurking in the woods,
> And secrets waiting to be felled.

>Beware the twisted paths ahead,
>And trust not what you see,
>For the forest is enchanted,
>And will test your bravery.

>The Dream Masters hold the key,
>To secrets you seek to find,
>But tread with caution on your quest,
>Or you'll lose your peace of mind.

>Beware the twisted paths ahead,
>And trust not what you see,
>For the forest is enchanted,
>And will test your bravery.

>The lake in the center of the forest,
>Is where you must make your way,
>For there you'll find the answers,
>To light your darkest day.

Tengu finished singing his ballad and watched as the group of adventurers listened intently to the words of the song. They bade farewell to him and set off into the woods, with the melody of the song still lingering in their ears.

Tengu watched them disappear into the trees and then turned back to his small inn, nestled at the edge of the forest. He had seen countless adventurers come and go, and this was just another group in his eyes.

As he tended to his inn, the peacefulness of the clearing enveloped him. The rustic building was his home, and he had always lived a simple life, respecting the Dream Masters who controlled the forest. The inn was a place of refuge for those who sought to venture into the woods, and he was content in knowing that he provided a service to them.

He played his lyre and bell, the melodic sounds filling the clearing. It was a familiar routine for him, and it brought him a sense of comfort.


The birds sang, the wind rustled through the trees, and the sound of his own music added to the tranquility of the place.

He knew that this was his place and that he would continue to live here, providing a service to those who sought it. He doesn't think about the future or the significance of the song he had just sung.

He just lives in the present, providing a peaceful refuge for those who need it before they venture into the unknown territory of the Dream Masters.


Sorcerer Nikolas of the Temple

**Chapter I: The Death of a Wizard**

I had been on the road for seven months when I met Nikolas. He towered over my five-foot-ten frame and was briskly walking past me. He had a thick brow and a long and dark, yet well groomed, beard, but it was his attire that caught my eye. He wore a thick brown cloak, a yellow habit and most peculiarly an orange hood. These were the traditional robes of a faustian wizard, not an uncommon sight far North, but just a few hours from The Yellow Wizard Haven, it was strange indeed. I didn't want to interact with the man, but passersby in this area were a scarcity, and I would soon be dead without aid.

"Hey!" I called out, hoping he would care to answer me.

"Yes?" he answered in a deep voice with a heavy accent and an inquisitive look on his face.

"Could you direct me to the nearest settlement?" I asked. "I was riding from Green Wizard City to meet a colleague at Alessar's on the Chronomancer's Riviera, but this piece of junk won't start." I kicked my motorbike.

The man ignored my question and stood in front of me, brushing the dirt off of my blazer. I didn't like being touched and pushed his arm away with my elbow. "Hello?" I asked, frustrated. He stood there a bit longer and then began to chuckle. Soon he was bent over, dying of laughter. I stood still, my annoyance turned to confusion. He waved his hand over my bike, and the dashboard lit up.


"Merlin's Beard!" I exclaimed. "You're actually... a wizard?" He ignored me again and continued to walk into the desert. It was then that I realized how strange it was for a man (even a magical one) to be walking alone, seemingly without purpose, deep in the desert. Despite my newborn curiosity, I hopped on my bike, calibrated the GPS, and started the engine. I was still two hours away from Alessar's and if I wasnt there on time, Crom would probably kill me. I was about to drive away when my curiosity about the wizard started to consume me. "Wait!" I yelled at him, as he was now a good distance away. "Who are you?"

"I'm Nikolas," he answered calmly, but loud enough.

"What are you even doing here?" I yelled as I parked my bike and hopped off of it.

"I came to help you with your bike," he replied, matter of factly.

Is he joking? I wondered. But his tone seemed so serious. I shrugged it off and hopped back on my bike. I looked down and restarted the engine, but when I looked up, I nearly fell off my bike in shock. Nikolas was standing in front of me, his face veiled in a blank expression. He had seemingly teleported.


"Grab your bag," he demanded calmly. Either out of fear or curiosity (I'm still not quite sure), I did as he asked. "Good." He grabbed my arm firmly as I began to regret not driving off when I had the chance. He said nothing for a good fifteen seconds while I tried to release his grasp. Then I began to feel dizzy, and my whole body started to spin with his. I felt a blast of air hit my face as I ascended into the sky and then into a black void. I heard the sound of harsh wind all around me and then, silence. Woosh! I heard as I stumbled onto a brick pavement. I opened my eyes and began to aggressively blink. When my vision was restored, I saw a bright neon sign that read, "Welcome to the Chronomancer's Riviera."

I looked around in disbelief as Nikolas walked past me, his robes rustling against the wind. I had so many questions for him, but I couldn't find the words to ask. How had he teleported me here? What kind of wizardry was this?

As I followed him through the crowded streets, I couldn't help but feel out of place. The Riviera was a luxurious hub for magic users and wealthy noblemen. It was littered with fashion boutiques, casinos, brothels, and expensive restaurants. Everyone was dressed in weird robes, and the streets were lined with sports cars and limousines. Immediately, I realized I had a rifle hanging from my pack, but when I turned around to cover it, it was already gone. Nikolas glanced over at me and revealed the gun under his robes. The gesture made me all the more uncomfortable. He led me through alleys and shortcuts until we arrived at a small cafe.


Nikolas gestured for me to sit down at a table, and I obliged. The cafe was dimly lit, but I could still make out the intricate designs on the walls and the strange symbols etched into the tables. Nikolas ordered us both coffee, and we sat in silence as we waited for the drinks to arrive.

I took a sip of my coffee and immediately regretted it. It was bitter and tasted like burnt toast. Nikolas seemed to notice my distaste and chuckled to himself. "I know it's not the best coffee, but it's the only place around here that serves it," he said, still chuckling.

I couldn't help but smile at his good humor. Despite his strange behavior, he seemed like a kind and intelligent man. I decided to take a chance and ask him some questions. "How did you teleport us here? I've never seen anything like it," I asked.

Nikolas looked at me intently, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "Teleportation is a simple spell, but it can be dangerous if not performed correctly. I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "And what were you doing out there in the middle of the desert?"

"I was looking for you," he said.

"Why would a wizard, a real wizard, be looking for me?" I asked, my tone implying that I didn't believe him, yet I was hoping what he said was true.

"You were traveling here to meet Cromwell Knightly, correct?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm here to meet Crom. What does it matter? He's a nobody sleazebag that I owe some money to, simple as that." I replied.

"Cromwell is a dangerous wizarduhwhat is your name?" he asked.

"You can call me Red," I said, and Crom is no wizard.


"You can call me Red," I said, and Crom is no wizard.

"Cromwell is a dangerous wizard, Red. One who must be dealt with urgently," he said quietly.

"Dealt with, like killed?" I asked, a little too loud as I started to panic. He hushed me as I thought, Who even is this Nikolas? Can I trust him? Croms a bitch but I dont think he needs to be killed. All sorts of jumbled thoughts began to intrude my headspace.

"Yes, 'dealt with like killed'," he answered me in an annoyed whisper.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Do you know Iprix Morningstar?" he asked.

"Who doesn't?" I replied. Iprix Morningstar was the founder and CEO of Morningstar Technologies, the largest company in the world and a leader in the MagiTech sector. Iprix was a White Hat from the wealthy and famous Morningstar lineage. He was generally well-liked and didn't pertain to my conversation with Nikolas in any way. "And?"

"Morningstar is not who he says he is, and Cromwell is one of his associates. I can get into more details later, but for now, trust me, Red," he replied to me in an even softer whisper. Nikolas stood up and scattered a few silver coins onto the cafe table, a huge overpayment for the two cups of coffee we ordered. I followed him out of the building as we walked towards Alessar's. It was a few minutes before I was supposed to meet Crom, and I was extremely nervous about both him and Nikolas.

Stop, Nikolas said, as we were now standing at the entrance to Alessars.

Reservation? A tall and broad man asked us. He must have been Alessars bouncer.


Reservation? A tall and broad man asked us. He must have been Alessars bouncer.

Just stopping by to see a friend, well be out in a minute, Nikolas said, dropping a gold coin into the bouncers coat pocket inconspicuously.

Be quick, the man replied. Nikolas nodded and led me into the building. Club music echoed throughout the place as people partied hard.

Where is Cromwell? Nikolas asked me in a whisper. I had already spotted him on a couch in the corner of the building and nodded my head toward him. Nikolas and I walked over to Crom and he looked up at us.

Whats up, Red? Got my money? He chuckled. But before I could respond Nikolas grabbed him and pulled him up from his seat. Get the fuck off me! Crom yelled, pushing Nikolas aggressively off of him. The club went silent for a second before the party resumed.

Follow us, Nikolas said, revealing my rifle in his coat. Crom begrudgingly complied, he must have forgotten his own firearm. Nikolas took us into the men's room and forcefully threw Crom into the wall. Crom crashed down and then stood up angrily attempting to run at us. However, Nikolas seemed to be magically restraining him, as Crom was running in place. Im sorry Cromwell, Nikolas said, pulling out my rifle. He held it with both hands and scoped in on Crom who was now pushed against the wall.


Cromwell began to speak, I- Bang! Nikolas pulled the trigger, blowing a hole into Croms abdomen. Crom yelled and squatted onto the floor, clutching his wound. Crom began to gasp and Nikolas lowered my rifle back onto Crom. Nikolas glanced at me with the corner of his eye, hesitated and then fired the rifle five or six more times. As Crom's lifeless body slumped to the floor, I stared at Nikolas in disgust. Our standoff was broken when the sounds of screaming and the clattering of tables and chairs began to consume Alessar's.

We ran out of the bathroom and Alessars was in chaos. Nikolas grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the back door. We burst out into the alleyway, running as fast as we could. As we rounded a corner, Nikolas stopped suddenly, causing me to crash into him.

"Wait," he said, looking around. "Someone is watching us."

"Who?" I asked, panting from the exertion.

"I dont know," he replied. "But we have to move fast."

We continued to run, dodging through alleys and side streets. Finally, we arrived at the docks, where Nikolas led me to a small boat.
"Get in," he said, pushing me towards the boat. "I'll take care of the rest."

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I could trust this man. But the sound of approaching footsteps made my decision for me. I quickly climbed into the boat, and Nikolas pushed it off the dock.


Sorcerer David of the Veil

# Wizard on the Coast

_"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."_

*Its another warm, sunny day, somewhere on a Forgotten beach.
Along this sunny coast, we find our fren, a Wizard on the Coast with his familiar Wilson  on their daily walk along the beach.*

      Lots of shoebies and snowbirds here this time of year.
We have gathered an excessive amount of trash today David tells Wilson.

As the wizard and his familiar head further north on the beach.
A foul stench begins to encroach upon them as dead fish are seen littered along the beach.

The two hesitantly continue forward even with the sight of more dead fish washing onto the shore.

      David finally pauses his walk and gazes ahead.

      The ocean water is dark and murky with an eerie red glow coming from deep within.

      Wilson looks up toward David, questioning why they have come this far.

Efforts to clean the beach will not go unnoticed.
      But this is more sinister magic than thoughtless trash left on the beach.
      An aggressive and dangerous evil lurks within the water. David explains.

We must turn back.       David tells Wilson.

      David and Wilson head back.

 *As evening approaches, David and Wilson are seen sitting underneath a coconut tree watching the sunset.*

David looks toward Wilson.

We need to find a way to stop whatever dark magic is behind that Red Tide before it decimates the natural life that once thrived before its arrival.

      This problem cannot be faced alone. This fight cannot be won on our own.
      We will need to gather more wizards and warriors.

      Thinking out loud, David says to himself,
      To raise awareness, we will need to raise funding.


Wilson scurries into the beach hut. Searching the shelf full of treats.
He brings out an old box of McWazir French fries and a flyer for Dannys Diner then hands it to David.

GREAT IDEA WILSON! David excitedly says.

With all these fine dining establishments opening up in the Runiverse, I shall dabble in my own entrepreneurial endeavors as well! Snowbird season will be great for business.

David continues.       We can finally make use of all those lemon trees.
      Our situation may be sour but with some !magic, we can sweeten things up.

      Lets get to it Wilson. We have work to do!"

      *The next morning.       David and Wilson are seen standing behind a wooden table on the beach with a large sign stating LEMONADE*

COME ONE, COME ALL,
      WE ARE OPEN FOR BUSINESS!


Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos

**The Genesis of the Sacred Flame**

Iprix rubbed his temples again to ease the tension headache that just wouldnt go away. His bloodshot and iridescent lavender eyes gazed across the cluttered table at his friend Hashim. Where was I?

You were telling me where that dancing Flame behind you came from said Hashim.

Ah yessorrymy brains a bit more disorganized than usual Iprix responded with his infamous cackle. His familiar, Camazotz, echoed with a shriek of his own from his upside-down perch in the rafters of the Observatory. Well, Ill do my best to put the pieces together for you best I can. Bear with me, my friend.

Iprix took a long draught from his goblet of mead, which somehow seemed to focus his piercing gaze inwards as he began his tale

Iprix had spent the better part of a week traversing from his Observatory across the barren lands bordering the Psychic Leap due to the dreams that had been plaguing him for weeks on end of a burning fire in the distance. He would wake with a start, covered in sweat, knowing that he needed this Fire just as that Ancient, Prometheus, had lusted after the flame to benefit humanity. The emerald-hued Wizard wasnt sure his quest was nearly as noble but knew in the depths of his soul that it was just as necessary. To him at least and that was all that mattered. Plus, he had his lucky horseshoe and his demonic little bat friend Camazotz, so all was as it should be.


After six arduous days of trudging through what many considered wastelands, Iprix gazed upon the shimmer on the horizon that marked the pathway to the Psychic Leap. This was far from unfamiliar to him, but it was a place he had learned to only venture towards in times of dire need the older he got. His first visit here many years in the past was the reason he had become a member of the Purple Order, but now in his wisdom was well aware that one day a trip through the Veil would result in him never coming backat least not to this Reality. If it werent for the Rune of Brass branded in his skin at a young age, Iprix understood he already would have succumbed to madness.

What do ya say, Camie? Think we got this in us one more time?

Camazotz, per usual, just flitted about his Masters head, but one thing he would never do is leave the crazed Wizards side. That bond was unbreakable. Without another word said, the pair stepped through the Portal leading to the Realm of madness and dreams.

Upon the other side, Iprix sneezed twice and rubbed the glare from his eyes to adjust as the Psychic Leap was both part of yet far removed from the Realm of Man. Due to Iprixs previous travels here, he was accustomed to the mental strain, but anyone not already bordering on madness was not welcome here. Luckily, Iprix and Camazotz both were slightly insane from birth.

Per usual, the landscape was never the same upon entering with this occasion having the vista ahead be a path leading upwards to what appeared to be a mountain peak without a summit in sight. Kobold shit thats gonna be a hike eh Camie? Camazotz did not care as he had wings and could perch under his mad masters cloak if he needed a rest.


But we have to do this cuz I cant take these dreams anymore. Theyre driving me even madder! Iprix burst into laughter that echoed off the mountainside. Camie did not seem amused but his lot in life was chosen, so he had no other choice but to tag along to keep an eye on the slightly insane Iprix.

As the saying goes, the journey of a thousand miles starts with one step and Iprix hoped this would be far shorter but was willing to go as far as he needed to just so he could get a decent nights rest again. With the thought of dreamless nights ahead of him, he stepped onto the slightly uneven terrain leading into the clouds.

After walking upwards through the mist for what seemed like hours, Iprix heard from around the next bend Oy! Who goes there?! Announce yourselves or Ill skewer you right through!

Iprix, an adept Artificer of the Purple Hat Guild, was confident he wouldnt be riven in half but also knew to respect whatever entities inhabited the Realm he had entered. So to be politik, he responded It is I, Artificer Iprix of the Cosmos, with his faithful servant Camazotz but pray do not be disarmed by his cute appearance as he is actually a fearsome deity bound within this tiny little furry body that titters and flits about my being. Camie gave his best attempt at a sigh but let his Master deprecate him as he knew it was necessary in case he needed to save Iprix once again.

With that being said, the tiniest Kobold one had ever seen with the biggest broadsword balanced precariously on its shoulder stepped from around the corner. With an untrustworthy glance, the tiny creature spoke with much bravado What reason do you have for climbing MY mountain?!

Surely this cant be YOUR mountain little


Surely this cant be YOUR mountain little

LITTLE?! I WILL SMITE YOU DOWN NOW FOR SUCH INSOLENCE! Scream the knee-high Kobold as he charged towards Iprix who nimbly sidestepped the tiny tyrant.

Apologies apologies my friend. What I meant to say was MAGNAMIMOUS Master of said Mountainyes yes thats correct right, Camie? Iprix said as he side-eyed his familiar. If Camazotz was not in mid-flight he may have shrugged his shoulders in exasperation but all he could do was let a little squeak of embarrassment out for the both of them.

Ohwellyes I am MAGNAMIMOUS and I AM a MASTER of this MOUNTAIN! the miniscule Kobold said. Now that you recognize my power, I need to know why youre here! Otherwise as he menacingly raised the sword above his head.

No no my friend. I want no trouble. You see, I am no stranger to this Land. Dont you see this lovely purple hat that so perfectly sits astride my disturbingly handsome head? It is here that I have found my Power and from here is where I draw my Power. With all due respect, I am on a quest as a Flame has been infuriatingly infiltrating my peaceful dream each and every night and after night upon night of restless sleep I knew this was the only place I could find surcease and the reason to my madnesswell not my total madness but the madness of my sleeplessness. You see?

The tiny Kobold was clearly confused by the ramblings of Iprix but being an entity of madness itself refused to admit to such, so he said YesI see. Regardless of you being welcome in this Realm and on my Mountain, I cant let you go any further because I am the Guardian of what lies at the Mount!


Iprix rubbed his eyes trying to hide his exasperation. Being in the Psychic Leap, he knew that this little being was probably one of immense power, but also knew his own strengths and was confident he could blast it into oblivion. Knowing that Camie disapproved of his brash behavior, he figured he would be polite and try to solve this diplomatically.

What is it that I need to do for you to let me pass, my friend? Iprix intoned.

The small mud-green Kobold squinted up at the emerald hued Wizard while still holding his massive sword en garde. We could battle to which Iprix lavender eyes flashed and Camazotz seemed to grow three times larger causing the Kobold to shrink back or you could answer a question that Ive been pondering for quite a while he said hopefully after seeing the Magic emanate from the two before him.

Ahyesthe pursuit of solving a problemyes yes I would MUCH prefer that than battling one such asyoufor I truly fear the outcome. Iprix knew he could blast the tiny tyrant from the side of the mountain but something about the little monster with the giant sword touched one of the few soft spots he had left in his heart. Go one, friend. What is this question?

If you fail, It is not I who will blast you from this Realm but the Realm itself! You know what that means yes?!

Yes I do. It means utter madness for me. I have been to the brink before and know what lies on the other side but at this point sleepless nights are driving me there regardless. Please, my friend, just give me your riddle. I am half past mad as it is. Mayhaps full madness would be welcome. To that, Camie gave an alarmed look.


Well thenhere it isYou measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. Im quick when Im thin and slow when Im fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?

Upon hearing this, Iprix burst out laughing. The answer was beyond obvious to a mind such as his. Really Magnanimous Master of the Mount? You are this easy to defeat? Why this is what I have been visited in my dreams every nighta flame! A candles flame to be precise!!

What?! HowdidI cantNOOOOOO!!! The small green man screamed as his dissipated into the aether. As his body quickly disappeared it was replaced by a rotating jewel that was lit with an ethereal flame. Immediately Camazotz flew in-between Iprix and the object his sleepless nights shrieking and batting his wings trying to keep the Wizard from walking towards the Flame.

Hey! Stop that ya little flea-bag! As Iprix reached forward to touch the floating fiery rune. Upon touching it a cataclysmic BOOM erupted leading to nothingness.

Iprix wasnt sure how much time had passed but he was back in his Observatory and in his fireplace was the dancing jewel encompassed by the ethereal flame. He was slumped in his favorite chair with an open jar of Peyote buttons strewn across his lap. Camie was perched in the rafters glaring at him.

Camiedid..uhweuhhtravel to the Psychic Leap and talk to a tiny Kobold with a massive sword? And did that creepy flame over there get won in a battle of a riddle?

Camazotz, per usual, said nothing out loud but everything with his baleful stare.


Hashim just stared at the only person he considered his friend for a few moments before speaking. Sowas this just a drug induced psychosis or did you really travel to the Psychic Leap again to get that Thing?

My friend, I wish I could tell you but I havent the faintest idea Iprix cackled.

Gods youre insane Iprix. So whats it do? The assassin-sorcerer asked as he idly scratched the chin of his familiar Azazel.

With an astonishingly quick moment of clarity, Iprix told the veiled man before him Thats the frightening part. My delving into the object has shown me that its sole purpose is to consume ones soul and transmute it into the Darkness. Im not talking madness my friend...Im talking actual Evil.

And your choice? Hashim asked with slitted eyes knowing he may have to kill his only friend if he chose that other path.

Without his normal joking cadence, Iprix looked Hashim dead in the eye and said If it werent for my Rune of Brass branded into my chest, I would have already been taken by the Flame. Its the only thing keeping me from being taken. One day soon, we must be rid of it. I know now it cannot be destroyed without consuming a soul in its place. Trust me, Hashim, I do not want this for myself. I told you because youre the only one I trust besides Camie.

With that, Hashim and Iprix raised their goblets and drained the last of their mead as the glow of the Flame played across their somber features.


Ethereal Spectre Casper of the Death Cloud

# Revelry of Souls
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At the All Hallows Eve Ball, mischief reigns. Tonight its rule is absolute. As with most catastrophe, it begins with a drunken stunt. We clumsily attempt to summon Casper, a ghost known for cosmic wisdom in hopes that he will impart such fateful knowledge upon us frivolous fools. To our public delight and private dismay, we succeed.
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Fire materializes as if called from the ether. Flames like I've never seen before. Royal purples bleeding with neon greens. Together, they flicker and dance on the floor as the flames grow into the shape of a crouched man. Everyone holds their breath at the sobering sight. Casper slowly stands with the noble resignation of a dying god. Unease blossoms within the guests. The fire spreads outward along the floor like waves of a rising tide. Fear and panic ensue.
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I search for a path to flee, but the ethereal flames wick across every surface as if to paint the room with its infernal majesty. The certainty of mortal release grips the crowd. Several guests crash against the rear exit doors, but there is no escaping this immolation cage. And at the center of it swirls a cloud of death. *O eldritch ghost, how thou crackle.* As ethereal flames consume, the void sighs. Casper embraces his fresh souls with paternal reverence; I am among them.


Witch Tabitha of the Marsh

# Tabitha and the Portal of Exploration

## Ancient Lore

According to the ancient legends of the Forgotten Runes, there is a magic portal that is said to have been created by a powerful wizard many centuries ago. This wizard, whose name was @wizard389 was said to have been a traveler and explorer who was constantly seeking out new worlds and dimensions to explore.

As the story goes, @wizard389 was on one of his many adventures when he stumbled upon a powerful artifact that he believed could be used to create a portal to other dimensions. He spent many years studying the artifact and experimenting with its power, until he finally discovered the secret of how to create the portal.

The portal itself was said to be a swirling vortex of magical energy from the quantum down, surrounded by ancient forgotten runes and symbols that glowed with an otherworldly light. Lumos placed the portal in a remote location, deep in a forest that was difficult to access, in order to protect it from those who might seek to abuse its power.

The portal, it is said, has the power to transport travelers to random locations throughout the world, depending on their intentions and desires. Some say that the portal has a mind of its own, and that it chooses its destinations based on the needs of the traveler who passes through it.

Today, the portal remains a mystery to most, but its power and potential for adventure continue to capture the imaginations of those who seek out the unknown and the magical.

Over the centuries, the location of the portal was forgotten, and it was only through chance that Tabitha stumbled upon it during her exploration of the Marsh in the Runiverse. Continue to read how this came to pass!


## Tabitha finds the Portal
Tabitha had always been curious about the secrets hidden within the depths of the Marsh. She spent most of her days wandering through the thick, muddy terrain, searching for hidden treasures and ancient artifacts. One day, as she was trotting along on her prancing pony Jingle-Jangle, she stumbled upon something unusual.

There, tucked away in a small clearing, was a peculiar stone structure. It was unlike anything Tabitha had ever seen before - it was tall and wide, with smooth, polished surfaces and intricate carvings etched into its sides. Tabitha dismounted her pony and approached the structure, examining it closely.

As she circled the structure, she noticed a faint glow emanating from within. Her curiosity piqued, she approached the source of the glow and found herself standing in front of a shimmering portal. The runes etched into its surface glowed with a magical energy, beckoning Tabitha to step through.

### The Wayfinder

When Tabitha approached the portal, she noticed a small book lying next to it. The book was old and worn, its cover decorated with intricate engravings that seemed to glimmer in the light. Curiosity piqued, she picked up the book and began to flip through its pages.

The book was filled with ancient text and illustrations that seemed to describe the portal and its many wonders. As she read on, she came across a section that explained how a traveler could find their way back to the runiverse after passing through the portal.

According to the book, there was a small device called a "**Wayfinder**" that could be activated by the traveler upon entering a new world. The Wayfinder would store a magical imprint of the traveler's unique energy signature, allowing them to trace their way back to the portal at any time.


To activate the Wayfinder, the traveler simply had to speak the incantation written in the book while holding the device. Once activated, the Wayfinder would glow with a soft light, indicating that it had successfully captured the traveler's energy signature.

If the traveler ever needed to return to the portal, they could simply speak the incantation again while holding the Wayfinder, and it would guide them back to the portal through the mystical energies that flowed between the worlds.

Tabitha was amazed by the ingenuity of the device, and quickly set to work crafting her own Wayfinder. She knew that she would be exploring many different worlds in the future, and having a way to find her way back to the portal would be invaluable.

The next two weeks she carefully started crafting the Wayfinder, following the instructions she had found in the book next to the portal. She gathered the necessary ingredients, which included rare herbs, crystals, and enchanted metals. Some of the ingredients were easy to find, but others required her to venture deep into the marsh and face dangerous creatures.

Each day, she worked tirelessly on the Wayfinder, carefully mixing the ingredients and infusing them with magic. She used her wand to channel her energy into the mixture, and the herbs and crystals glowed brightly as they absorbed her power.

As the days passed, Tabitha's hands grew calloused from the constant work, but she persisted, knowing that the Wayfinder was essential if she ever wanted to find her way back to the Runiverse after venturing through the portal.

Finally, on the last day, Tabitha completed the final step of the ritual. She held the Wayfinder aloft and whispered the incantation that would activate it. The crystals in the device began to glow, and she felt a surge of energy emanating from it.


With the Wayfinder in hand, Tabitha felt confident that she could now venture through the portal and return safely to the Runiverse. She smiled, proud of her accomplishment, and stowed the Wayfinder safely in her bag. She knew that she would never again be lost in the unfamiliar world outside the Runiverse.

Technical details on the Wayfinder below*

## Tabithas first trip through the portal
Without further hesitation, Tabitha stepped into the portal, and suddenly found herself transported to a wondrous new world. The air was warm and salty, and she could hear the crashing of waves on the shore nearby. She looked around in awe, taking in the beauty of her surroundings.

Jingle-Jangle had followed her through the portal and was prancing around in excitement, kicking up sand with his hooves. Tabitha laughed in delight, realizing that this portal was unlike anything she had ever encountered before.

From that moment on, Tabitha knew that she had discovered something truly extraordinary. She made a mental note to explore this portal more in the future, knowing that it could lead her on all sorts of wild and unexpected adventures.

#### Footnotes


#### Footnotes

*The mechanism for returning to the Runiverse after traveling through the portal is based on the concept of magical resonance. Every traveler who steps through the portal creates a unique resonance that is recorded by the portal's magic. This resonance acts like a homing beacon, allowing the traveler to return to the portal and be transported back to the Runiverse.
When a traveler enters the portal, their resonance is recorded and stored in a magical crystal located at the center of the portal. This crystal serves as a beacon that can be activated by the traveler when they wish to return to the Runiverse.
To activate the crystal, the traveler must simply touch it and focus their thoughts on returning to the Runiverse. The crystal will then emit a burst of magical energy that will transport the traveler back through the portal and into the Runiverse.
The crystal can only be activated by the traveler who created the resonance, ensuring that only they can return to the Runiverse through the portal. This mechanism ensures that the portal remains safe and secure, and that travelers can always find their way back home.


Thorne Rival of Atlantis

# THORNE OF THE ROOTZ TRIBE

# PART ONE - ATLANTEAN

Thorne was born into a life of battle and conquest. Raised in the fighting pits of Atlantis, he was orphaned at a young age and left to fend for himself. But Thorne's instinct for survival was strong, and he quickly became known for his strength and skill in combat. He became a Knight of Atlantis, lauded as a protector of the realm! But the constant wars and conflicts he faced left him feeling hollow and empty.

On what would be his final mission as a Knight, Thorne was sent to quell a rebellion that had sprung up in the lower districts of Atlantis. He travelled on foot, walking through the city's golden streets until he reached the slums. There, the people he encountered were dressed in tattered clothes, and many of them fled or hid as Thorne approached. The image of a protector held no meaning in this place, instead Thorne was seen as a monster marching into their home.

Thorne walked slowly through the narrow streets, his armour clinking with each step.

Turning a corner, he was confronted by a group of men. Each holding a weapon and wearing black leather. They were a rough-looking bunch, with hard faces and bodies that bore the scars of street fights and labour. Tattoos of animals and skulls adorned their skin.

"Stand down," Thorne commanded, his voice echoing through the alleyway. "I am here on the orders of the King. Surrender now."

The men sneered at Thorne, their hands tightening on their weapons. "We don't take orders from anyone, especially not a tin can like you" one of them spat. "We will fight for our freedom, no matter the cost."


Thorne sighed, knowing that he would not be able to talk his way out of this situation. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to cut down whomever dared approach first.

But before steel could meet flesh, a voice called out from behind the men. "Hold! I am the one you seek." The men stepped to the side revealing a man in his mid-thirties, his face lined with a calm determination. He was much more put together than the men in front of him. His skin untarnished, and his eyes peaceful.

"I surrender myself to you, Knight," the man said, holding out his hands. "But I ask you. Spare these people. No violence need take place here today."

Thorne looked at the man, considering his words. He knew that the King would expect him to make an example of the rebellion, to show the people that dissent would not be tolerated. But something about this man's words touched deep into his soul.

"I..."

"I will spare your followers," Thorne said, his voice deep and sorrowful. "But the King will decide your fate."

The man nodded, a look of relief passing over his face. "I accept my punishment," he said. "I am just one man. And when you cut me down the idea of me will live in the minds of thousands" He spoke with confidence, his words almost prophetic.

Thorne escorted the man back to the palace, the weight of the decision he just made heavy on his mind... He had always followed orders without question, but for the first time he had let his own morals guide him. He wasn't sure if it was the right choice, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was.


Shaman Crowley of Xanadu

Shaman Crowley of Xanadu is a powerful wizard, feared by some, respected by others. His affinity for the wraith element is undeniable, and his mastery over it, unmatched. He hails from the land of Xanadu, where ancient mysteries and eldritch powers reside. His quest for knowledge led him to uncover secrets, that now haunt him. But despite the weight of his past, he remains a protector of his people, using his powers to aid them in times of need. He struggles with the consequences of his actions, but his compassion for his fellow man is evident. The deals he's made with otherworldly entities, keep him in a constant inner turmoil, but he bears it all with a sense of duty and a will to make amends.


Jingle Jangle the Tranquil

# PONIES...

... (some think them to be a small form of horses) are used for jumping, driving, riding, eventing and dressage competitions - no, not dress-up competitions, even though I wear a brown bandana - hunting or trail riding.

Of course we are capable of so much more. We carry around folk, often just to get some weeds from the store, but sometimes one of them folks swings their legs over our backs and we hop off into an adventure or two. Sometimes even saving entire worlds. I once heard of a fellow pony that left his stable one day morning - to carry around some small guy who left his burrow without his handkerchief or hat - and went on an adventure that involved trolls (almost had been eaten by them) and giants and even a dragon.

But those are just tales we tell among ourselves when we gather in the Elysian Fields once in a while.

I myself have a few tales to tell myself and when time comes I will do so. Currently I live and graze in the Frog Master Marsh, between The Thorn and The Carnival Pass and only a few hoovlecks* away from Allessars Keep or the Red Wizard Capital. (Map)

My closest pal is this hag I hang around with - from the swamp. Her name is Tabitha of the Marsh (Book of Lore | Website) and she is quite a cheerful fella. And I sometimes help her with he chores or pull her Turf-Train around when she wants to travel with luggage.

But... this is not about wizards. Its about us most rare ponies. There are only 567 of us and many have not appeared for ages or got lost somewhere, never to be found. We gather - as I mentioned - once in a while in the Elysium Fields where we all were bred and then spread throughout the Runiverse to find friends and foes.


Next to grazing on the fields of the marsh - oh what yummy stuff that is. Its so green and delicious - umai some say. Full of nutrition and I believe also there is some magic in the grass there. Makes me all ... where was I... Ah... yes, so.. next to grazing on the fields of the marsh - did you know that the owner of the marsh is a frog master? Not really sure what a frog master is though. Maybe he is the master of all frogs or he has mastered being a frog or his first name is Frog and his last name is Master. Something I must find out. Seems important. Oh... again... What did I... hmm.., right. As i was saying... next to grazing on the wonderful yummy grass of the marsh I have a job in the city in an inn once a week. I am the show pony there and I prance. I prance so well, that the owner - Barliman Butterbur - even named his entire establishment after me. "***The Prancing Pony***". Yes, wonderful. And so many shady stories one hears there and gets involved in.

I also applied for a job in another pub called "***The Forgotten Tavern***" where great wizards such as @wizard6287, @wizard1551, @wizard4896 with his familiar **Mehster Brown**, @wizard6776, @wizard1246, @wizard3147 or @wizard7195 usually go to have fun if they are not dancing in "***The Thirsty Wizard***" . Tabby goes there too once in a while. Still waiting to hear back from them though.


You may wonder why I wear a bandana? That is rather simple. Just like hu-mans always - and I mean *always* - should carry a towel, ponies should *always* carry a bandana on them. I mean - how ridiculous would a pony look like - wearing a towel, pfrt..

And of course everyone knows that they - bandanas and towels - are of course useful in all events of life, but mostly are required for interstellar travel through the metaverses as we have learned from Douglas Adams. No bandana, no hitchhike. Bummer.

Well, for now I must leave it at that, but rest assured, when I hear exciting stories of adventures or me and Tabitha are involved in such ourselves - I will share the news and Tabitha will help me spread the news, as she can talk with the little blue birds that spread news around the Runiverse.

Just check out my webpage or follow Tabitha on Twitter

*1 Hoovleck = 100 Hoovlings. 1 Hoovling = 16 Hooves


Jordan Calamity of the Coliseum

Jordan Calamity, the rugged warrior of the Coliseum, is a force of nature on the battlefield. He hails from a land where brutal battles and ancient myths are a way of life. His impulsive nature and thirst for battle often lead him to charge headfirst into battle, leaving destruction in his wake. But behind his rage lies a deeper secret, one that fuels his fury and drives him to fight. Very few know the truth of his past, of the tragedy that haunts him and the vow that he made to never let it happen again. He battles with a purpose, a driving force that pushes him to be the best warrior he can be, even if it means leaving a trail of Calamity in his wake.


Archmagus Ofaris of the Havens

# Archmagus Ofaris of the Havens


Shaman Wolfram of the Oasis

Born under the shining light of the lone white star was a baby with ivory skin and the lightest touch of ginger hair on its head. Which was strange as he was born the child of a couple of desert nomads, a folk typically sun-kissed by the burning gaseous orb in the sky to a deep brown colour of their skin. Their child was recognised as an albino, the most revered and respected members of their community. They called their son Wolfram.
The first few years of Wolframs years were marked by a typical family life in the nomad community. Together with his parents, Wolfram spent his days traversing the desert, searching for food and water whilst getting a basic education from the caravan's elders. Wolfram never was happier than these first years, playing with the other children unknowing that his future would be spent in isolation and in elitist circles.
At his ten-year mark, typically a joyous occasion as it was the day the children became part of the community and received their own mount, Wolfram woke up to find no celebrations were being prepared. Whats more is that next to his bedroll, he found his mother crying and his father silently consoling her. He didnt understand. Wolfram got up but wasnt even out of his tent before black-clad strangers entered the tent.


They explained how he was destined to become a shaman thanks to his gifted nature as a child of the lone white star. Shamans were practitioners of the Arcane Arts, focused on bringing peace and prosperity to the nomad communities. To become a Shaman he had to be trained and educated in the Arcane, starting from that day. And so, he did receive his first mount, a small camel to ride himself all the way to the Oasis, the magical capital of the Nomads. It was said to be the one place where vegetation was lush and thick, where everybody was well-fed and happy and no-one died of exhaustion being scorched in the sun.
Wolfram had never believed the stories, thinking the Oasis was a fairytale and nothing more. Upon arrival he nearly fainted merely at the sight of the place. It was everything he had ever heard being described and even more. The place looked like a cove hidden in a sandy mountain, but water fell from the top of the mountain all the way down to a giant lake surrounded by houses and towers. Giant trees brought shadow on the rooftops, and he felt the temperatures drop almost immediately.
He didnt have time to settle into his new life. The day he arrived, he was brought before the council of Shamans, the court of the seven most powerful Shamans in the Nomad community. It was preceded by the Shaman of the Oasis, the most powerful and influential Shaman and the tiebreaker in case the other Shamans on the council didnt reach agreement in certain rulings. He was divided into a house of study, of which there were 3. They explained that each one of them practitioner a specific part of the Arcane Arts.


The House of the Vulture was focused on the arts of delaying death and granting salvation to people in the direst of consequences, exhaustion, dehydration and malnutrition. The other House was the House of the Jackal, focused on the martial arts and defensive practice. But Wolfram was placed in the House of the Sun Cat, the house focused on research and divination. They were the leaders of the community, focused on finding resolve and policy
where there was none. The only light in an otherwise very disturbing day was his pet. As was custom, the newly appointed members of the House of the Sun Cat received their own cat as companion. It was believed that the better the relationship and bond between the Sun Cat was, the bigger the potential Arcane powers the wielder could tap from.
Another practice of the Houses of the Oasis was that each and any one of the Shamans in training had to research the different Runes of the world and master one of them. Wolfram quickly decided upon the Rune of Earth, as he believed the others were less powerful in their ways in the desert. He had heard of the Shamans of old that wielded the Rune of Earth. They were the ones that created the Oasis, by carving out a place on the side of the mountain. The water that fell was also their creation, as they had found a spring covered by the sand. He wanted to carve his name on the face of history like these Shamans before him did so following in their footsteps seemed like the most logical step.