This morning it wasnt the exaggerating sleep routine of Allan that kept him in bed. A blue frog appeared next to his weaponry. Not only was it blue but it kept staring at him. Like it wanted to say something. And even more bizarre: **It started talking**

*Allan. This might be a dream. But there is a good possibility that it is not. Either way, will you listen to me?* Our Warrior had no chance than to let that frog speak. Just because he was too stunned to say something on his own. *I had a dream that involved you. Mostly this is not a good sign but it seems like there is potential in your future story. Will you be a good guy or a bad guy I ask myself? But you are definitely **lazy**. But listen to me Allan. In your laziness lies an important strength. Within your laziness I see great...patience. You will escape this Coliseum because you have to meet some important people. But beware. Will it be your laziness or your inner Anger that will keep you moving? Great tragedys await you. Do you want to know what name they were chanting to you in my dream? The called you **Allan Ravager of the Coliseum**. I really hope you will make the right decisions. Well, in the end I am just a frog, wont you say? I think there is a match waiting for you. And now wake up.*

Our Warrior tried to wake up. But he already was awake. Sitting in his bed and staring at his weaponry. But there was no frog. Was there a frog? Ravager of the Coliseum...Anger and Tragedy? Important people to meet...Even if it was just a dream. Nobody ever praised him before for his laziness.


Allan Ravager of the Coliseum

It was time for the next match. But this time he would need to make a decision. The Lords decided he has to fight his father in a battle for life or death. Would he fight with all his pent up emotions or would he be patient enough to figure out a plan that would solve both their problems...


Poomu Beater of the Realm

# A Field Guide to Fungi

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vS1NUpUxP07lxeoK0hFVVUNMZVsuSFMx1pNBT9mVH-B5WZUMmg86Zz816aXMOwgWm6bHnni8mgAcO2v/pub


Edmund Punisher of the Rock

# A Warrior without a pet is a warrior with himself


Dash Ruin of the Forest

# The Last Samurai

Surrounded by a vast shroud of fog, Dash was tiring. An inner voice was calling to him to find his other nine Red Ronin brethren in the fight against the Dark Ronins.  Wielding his blade like a machete through the dense Hedge Wizard Wood forest, he could see glimmers of light awaiting him on the other side.

As his reticent lynx companion trotted on, Dashs fervor began to increasing.  Time was of the essence to reclaim his honor in combat at Kelpies bay. Cleaning his jagged blade against his red armor shoulder plate, he let out a loud sigh and carried on.  Today was not the day to let his brothers in arms down and betray the unspoken code of the samurai.


Summoner Shabbith-Ka of the Tower

# **Summoner Shabbith-Ka of the Tower**

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Felix Bludgeoner of Dragons

# Felix Bludgeoner of Dragons

My eyes fly above me in the sky, wary of the threats among us

My shield at my side to protect me with its fireproof charm

My staff holds the scars of a thousand battles and will endure through a thousand more

I stand here always ready for the next encounter with those flying demons that haunt our land

I am Felix, Bludgeoner of Dragons


Adept Hadrien of the Rock

# Adept Hadrien of The Rock

### Adept Hadrien is usually an elusive wizard.

Never interested in the formal promotion beyond an "adept", he enjoys the luxury of being a student wherever he goes.

Travelling across the world, often by foot or hitchhiking, Hadrien visits all the major and minor scholarly towns, reading and writing all the way.

Particularly fond of the world's more obscure and difficult to find forbidden and forgotten libraries, his travels have brought about an interesting story or two, which he has occasionally told late around a campfire when most have already dozed off to sleep.

A true student of the arts, his readings span across the magical, alchemical, mythical and natural literature, making him a gentleman of most interesting nature.

He is not easily sought but is often around just when you need him.

Whether it's to identify the crushed herb at the bottom of your grandfather's ancient pipe, to recite the correct incantation for a beach house morple moralem rite, or to reverse your nephew's mis-spell that has made Aunt Hera an angrily animated teapot - Adept Hadrien always appears to be in the right place at the right time.

Many years on the road have brought him to be accustomed to solo travel, however, for short spans of time he can find himself helping an old friend for a week or two.

Consulting on matters such as great beast egg retrieval, cursed temple exploration, and expeditions that are destined for distant lands, he'll often accompany the traveling party with his trusty companion, a white hare.

Seemingly unnamed, he usually refers to this hare as 'old chap', 'mate', or _'cheeky b-stard'_.

> Old Hadrien looked around.

> "Where are you now you cheeky b-stard?!"


> "Where are you now you cheeky b-stard?!"

> Appearing in the doorway, the hare looked at him as if to say;

> "I'm the one who's been waiting for _you_, you old fart."

> Shaking his head, Hadrien collected his belongings and followed the hare, who was now bouncing towards the hill and into the night...

### Over the years, Hadrien has studied many tongues and faced many dangers.

Street-wise as well as book-smart, Hadrien is no stranger to the oddities and eccentricities of the world. His ability to understand many languages opens doors that others sometimes struggle to find.

Bartering at the thieves market of the Alchemists Archepelago he speaks in slang terms that command respect from the rogue and defected alchemists who are often shunned by the more esteemed for their unsavoury practices.

On another day, he can be found enjoying the fine cuisine of a Great Old One's Land Palace - exquisitely designed cliff caves that can face the brunt of brutal storms and are seldom visited by most land-dwellers.

Always on the move and never settled, one thing Hadrien can't do is stay in one place for very long. His friends can go for years without seeing him, receiving only the occasional letter to let them know that he'll need some ingredients sent out for an experimental concoction or for burning at an ancient ritual site.

> An eccentric wizard to say the least, everybody loves Hadrien, but nobody really knows who he is...

### To most, Hadrien is that old eccentric wizard with the white hare, who almost always has a book in hand.

As helpful and cheerful as he appears, one gets the sense that Hadrien might also be lonely and it seems that he looks to avoid confrontation at all costs.


There is rumour that when he was a young boy, after one of his first forays into the forbidden libraries of the seventh realm, he brought back with him knowledge of a spell that killed his childhood best friend in a manner that few dare to describe.

They say it was in a childhood fit of rage that any adult would be embarrassed of, and so thats why he spends much of his time alone, and that's why he spends so much of his time learning the forgotten ways.

Some say he's trying to bring his friend back from the dead, others say he's searching for a way to destroy The Gate to the Seventh Realm.

Yet, some think that these rumours began with jealous wizards that were unable to match Hadrien's ability to travel with such grace and luck, absorbing knowledge that many are entirely unaware of.

Add to that the fact that conversation with Hadrien is rarely centred on him, if at all, and it becomes hard to know what of those rumours might really be true...

> _Popping in and out of your life at the most serendipitous times, you don't ask Adept Hadrien of The Rock about his past, because what he brings to the present is a gift to all._


Conjurer Chiyo of the Citadel

# The Mysterious Chiyo, Conjurer of the Citadel

# Chiyo's famous shows
Every full moon, aristocrats and socialites of the Citadel flock to the theater to watch the mystical Chiyo conjure fantastic creatures. Her fans arrive buzzed and chatter excitedly with each other at the door, speculating about what marvelous beasts she will conjure this show, and reminiscing on legendary past shows.

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# The show
As the stage lights dim, Chiyo emerges from the stage floor. She chants some incantations (for show) to summon winged Sphinxes, Aura Eolves, Chimera cubs and Kelpies to the stage from seemingly out of nowhere. Gasps, sometimes shrieks, and always applause can be heard from the crowd. If the audience is fortunate, she will even summon Mesazoic Cockatrices to fight on stage.

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# After the show
Her audience leaves the theater with silly smiles on their faces, laughing and drunk with friends. Chiyo serves a vital role to the Citadel, full of rich people looking to kill time. As an entertainer, Chiyo is compensated very well for her time and is beloved by all. She has neither enemies nor allegiances, just a fool playing her part in the bustling scene of the Citadel. Chiyo will even conjure Desert Roses out of her sleeve and give to lucky kids who run into her in public.


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# What are Chiyos intentions for living in the Keep?
She clearly doesnt look like she was born here, and the Desert Roses she conjures are never grown so close to the sea. Most Citadel denizens have never even seen such a type of flower. Some say that those roses are grown in the famous oasis gardens of the Valley of the Void Disciple.
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Alchemist Alizam of the Circle

# The Ever-Evolving, Unofficial Guide to Dream Masters

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vRNnHhsbAAZ67aDd2kr2pgmgijAEkZ58PRB8AwlhAiyw4OX8P_K7XArWQieKajX3Sc2sl6IptQOzGdV/pub


Jett Contender of the Road

>*Im only gonna say this once: **Your money or your life.***

The travelers cowered in front of their wagon, fear in their eyes. Before them stood a towering man, sword in hand. Adorned upon his head was a bears pelt, crudely manufactured into a terrible visage, designed to intimidate would be victims. The man raised his blade, the edge glinting in the hot son, and pointed it at the closest traveler. *I am Jett, Contender of the Road, and I will have my toll.*

To his side was his trusty companion, a brown lynx by the name of Karl. The beast hissed, bearing its fangs in time with its masters words, punctuating each one with a sharp tooth. The heavily armored brigand took a step closer, and the people flinched. A cruel smile graced his rugged face. *Gold. Jewelry. Anything valuable. **Now.***

He didnt even have to raise his voice. Small sacks of coins, rings and necklaces, anything that might buy their life was placed upon the ground. Jett didnt have to say a single word. He merely scratched his beard and watched with amusement. The people hurried. Jett waited. Soon enough the pile had grown to the point that the bandit was satisfied. Not to mention it seemed they had little else to give. *Now begone. Before I change my mind.* His tone was calm and clear, but deadly serious. The group hurried back into their wagon and within moments they were racing off, trying to put distance between themselves and the villainous character.

Kneeling to observe his rightfully secured loot, Jett put one hand on his companions head. *Another honest days work, eh Karl?*


Buffy Contaminator of the Forest

>"If I cant have the forest, no one can."

The trauma of past loves surround and haunt Buffy. No one can get near her ever again for her Rune of Protection forbids any more harm. It is she and her griffin alone, against the rest of the forest.

Her days are lonely, as she has no choice but to spear any living thing she encounters. She tiptoes silently through the regions of those who broke her spirit and left her scorned. Her griffin distracts with his beauty from above as she strikes down any who cross her path.

She blends into the greenery for now, but it is only a matter of time before a sea of red overcomes the forest.


Puffball Assaulter of Liches

"Don't let my name fool you!" Puffball screamed! Ever since he was a young boy, he was teased because of his name since it sounded soft. Little did everyone know this anger would grow within Puffball until he was a young man. Once he was old enough to train, he was dedicated to becoming the biggest, baddest, straight up ass kicking warrior in Fungy Town.

Quickly he became the best warrior to ever come out of Fungy Town along with his sidekick, Ruff the hound.


Murph Cleaver of the Street

Wherever he went, they would sing his name

	And tales of battle and fortune and fame

No one else could fight quite as good

	with his big ol sword and his armored hood

Never staying in one place for very long

	Murph was only concerned with being real strong

He would fight anyone brave enough to fight back

	And this was how he learned his special attack

Swinging this way and that way with ease

	His thrust was so great, it could cut through trees

He was never quite able to quench his all rage

	Some days he just felt like a rat in a cage

Til one night he had a foreshadowing dream

	Where he was destroyed by a banshee's scream

The day he awoke was a most ruinous day

	For this was when his destiny would stray

He took up arms one time too many

	And became the Forbidden One's Enemy

And so Murph would see his indelible fate

	It would become a subject he quite firmly did hate

So he packed up his stuff and he ran away

	He did not want to be found on that fateful day

For it would be the day that he saw his defeat

	The legendary last battle of Murph - Clever of the Street

Lore credits go to @wizard3676. Thanks Emmaleigh!


Teny Cruncher of Wizards

# Teny Cruncher of Wizards

Teny the Wizard hunter she is called. Specializes in tracking down rogue wizards and capturing them for contract work. Teny was born with a psychic defect allowing her to resist mental magic cohersion, making her the perfect match to combat such opponents.
Teny is a mercenary, loyal only to whom pays her the most.
Her moral compass was destroyed by a brutal childhood and poverty, however she still upholds to do no evil.


Slater Vanquisher of the Highlands

# Slater Vanquisher of the Highlands

Slater Vanquisher grew up on a farm, always surrounded by cows and goats. His family was poor and he always struggled to eat.
He saw multiple times how Kobols assaulted his farm to take Slate's animals.

As a teenager, he decided to train hard to become a warrior so he could put a stop to stealing.

He built his own training space and trained very hard to become who he is now a killing machine.

When he was 19, a group of 3 kobolds tried to steal a cow but Slater defeated them before they could approach. Kobolds never returned to his farm.

He now protects his family from assaulters and is ready to kill anyone who dares to approach the farm.


Valentina Obliterator of the Trees

*BOWK* Sapling slayer! Sapling slayer! *BOWK*

Valentina has no quarrel with warriors or wizards. With a whirl of her malachite cleaver, she trims only the lives of trees, those hideous silent sentinels that form the forests.

At least, that's what she says.

Her parrot knows better. But on this matter, for once, he is silent.


Alesssandra of Imps

# Alesssandra of Imps

A stewardess from a local watering hole in Imps, she worked serving ale and fodder to pay for her dreams of one day starting her own alehouse with her goaty companion.

However, her dreams were thwarty when she soon discovered she had the strength of 100 men when she enveloped a greasy burger. The greasy the food the stronger she became.  Thus, began her adventure as a warrior by foodery!!!


Murphy Clubber of the Back Alley

# Murphy Clubber of the Back Alley

Murphy Club! Murphy Club real good!!!

Not the brightest of the bunch, but definitely the one with the most heart in the bunch. Murphy the Clubber shows his love for his bros with what he does best CLUBBING! He clubs, defends and stands for what is just!

He is not much for words but is still quite physically expressive of himself as words cannot truly express how one feels and Murphy always feels like life is party. That is why he also like to CLUB! (pun intended),


William Danger of Atlantis

William, a jamaican patty-loving dude along with his easy going pet, named Soba, is an aspiring warrior. He has watched many animes and read mangas that have stoked his motivation to be one of the best. Although his strategy to get to the pinnacle of his profession may in question, his desire is clear.

Every day, he trains, studies and looks for various ways to improve on his skills. As he is powered by the numerous jamaican patties he devours each day, only time will tell if William will eventually reach his goals.

On a side note, Soba is his trusty pup that provides morale and emotional support. Who knows, maybe one day, Soba will eventually turn into the world's first warrior dog! But in the meantime, the story of William and Soba is just about to unfold. :)


Shira Cleaver of the Desert

In the darker depths of this world, Shira Cleaver is busy sharpening her weapons. She has never been one to rest on her laurels. Even in a time of peace and prosperity, she is acutely aware that things can turn for the worse in the blink of an eye. Those who are not prepared will suffer and she refuses to go down that path.

This mindset of Shira has been forged by her years of experiencing conflict from an early age. Life has not been kind to Shira. Living in a town torn by war and having to fight for her own survival, she does not know any life outside of this.

Maybe in time, her journey will teach her how to appreciate the brighter side of what the world has to offer but in the meantime, she is consumed with preparation for the inevitable conflict that will rear its ugly head.


Archmagus Bolin of Avalon

# *A Battle Scarred Shogun...*

### In a clearing, at the foot of **The Sacred Pillars** he stands... His heart is calm and his face emotionless.. In one hand, lies the most feared weapon in all the **Runiverse**.. *The Soul Harvester* or what he refers to as Hell's Wind Staff...

### In the other, below a tightly gripped fist, hangs the head of a once all powerful warrior General, Tien Ta, still leaking and face in a relaxed state of shock. Nearby, lays two severed arms and a still gurgling torso adorned with the finest armor in the land. Blood stains the ground...


### He tosses the leader's head out forward. It bounces twice, rolls then skids to a stop at the feet of a once arrogant army. They pause for a moment in disbelief. Many wisely flee. Dozens steel their nerves and charge the lone man.
### Calmly, the Shaolin Monk raises his scythe high into the air. In an instant, the sky darkens and screams, booming with thunder and lightning. Beneath him, on the earth, a golden glow in the shape of an ornate "W" can be seen. His eyes are now white hot and emitting a faint steam. Casting his spell he shouts... "BRING THE MUTHAFUCKIN RUCKUS!" then slams the heel of the mighty weapon into the earth. At the speed of sound, the shockwave hits the charging warriors. Their skin along with their flesh is instantly torn away and flung back in ribbons of crimson while their skeletons continue forward a half step before turning to dust and following suit. Trees, in every direction, are blown back and snap at the base, ivory pillars and statues crack, crumble then collapse. Slowly the monk rises while the sky clears and the rumbling settles. His weapon, still humming with power, now rests gently at his side...

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###
## It was only moments ago, before this battle,
### that *Archmagus Bolin of Avalon* was resting against the base of a mighty willow tree studying his ancient scrolls while his companion snacked on an apple.

### "Hey Bol, wanna hear a joke?" said the Albino Rat with a smirk, mouth half full of chewed apple.

### Shaking his head "Absolutely not." Said the Shaolin wizard, not lifting his gaze from his reading. Although Wu was his greatest friend, he had heard his twisted brand of humor far too many times.


### "What the fuck C'mon! Im bored! Just one... please?" Wu said begging.

### "I'm trying to rest. The answer is no." Bolin said coolly.

### Wu sighed loudly "Okay, okay fine. Forget it. I do have a question I've always been curious about.. is it true that being a Shaolin monk allows you to spit razor sharp darts?"

### Prideful, the mighty wizard raised his head. "Yes. It is true. With eons of practice, determination, along with my passage through the thirty six chambers of death, I have indeed achieved this ability."

### "Wow! Thats amazing!" Said Wu. "So you've been around a very long time then??"

### Confused, the wizard responded "Yes Wu... You know that Im 10,304 years old..."

### The rat stood up smiling... "Then tell me, old man, Is it true that you have also gained the ability to fart dust?! AAAAAhhhaaaa hahaha!!!" Now rolling on his back in laughter and satisfaction, Wu screeched "Aaaahahahaha Now that is a true super power! And if that's true, then yo mamma is so old she has a separate entrance for..."

### "STOP! No more!" Slumping his head into his hands and hiding a slight smile, the wizard replied "Why... why must you torment me with such perverted filth? You truly are disgusting, my friend. You should seek professional help. There is something deeply wrong with you."

### "Hahaha! Thats why you love me!" Wu said, standing and wiping away tears. "But seriously, lets talk some more about how old you are! Ahhhahaha... Huh?"


### "BREEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOO... DONG... DONG... " Wu's voice was cut short by the sound of a warrior battle trumpet, accompanied by bells nearby. Slowly, the sound of marching boots could be heard.

### "BOLIIIIIN OF AVALON! I KNOW THAT YOU HEAR MY BELLZ OF WAR! SHOW YOURSELF IF YOU DARE! WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU, WE ARE PLANNING A TRIP TO THAT LITTLE SHAOLIN TEMPLE OF YOURS! MY ARMY CAN NOT WAIT TO VISIT YOUR VILLAGE!!!" A voice boomed with laughter.

### Bolin rose. "General Tien Ta of Deaths Gate." He said plainly.

### "I've heard a lot about this guy... and all of it bad." Wu said. "Supposedly, he's killed over a hundred wizards in single handed combat. What's worse, are the things he does after. This guys a sick fuck... and you think *Im* disgusting. Sheesh!"

### The sound of war drums could now be heard bellowing a deep, violent medley, vibrating the foliage around them with their force. A familiar bass line known across the land as *TRIUMPH*. "BOOOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOM..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTKLy6lKzfY

### "I need you to leave." Bolin says calmly.

### "You think I'm worried about these clowns!? Im gonna bring the ruckus to these cowards!" Wu said, fists clenched, eyes glowing red and his body rapidly growing in size. "Fuck that. Im goin in hot!"


### "No. I need you to go back to the village." Bolin said, now walking towards the source of the drums. Stopping abruptly, and looking back at his friend "Go home and pour me a mug of ale. I'll be there before it is warm. Oh, and tell my father, Ason, not to finish it all."

### "What?! I'm not scared of these bozos!" Wu said with anger.

### The monk sighed and said "Its not them you should be worried about..."

### A look of relief and understanding flashed across Wu's face "Ahhh... your gonna do that whole FLASH! Blood and guts everywhere thing with your Hell Staff gizmo again? Okay, okay I got it. I'll pour ya a mug and I'll tell that Old Dirty Bastard not to touch it!" Now heading into the forest the rat yells over his shoulder "By the way, I have another joke for you when you get back!"

### The wizard paused "...On second thought, maybe I don't come back this time." he said with a chuckle.

### "See? Now who's got jokes!? Hahaha!" Laughed Wu, disappearing into the brush.

### The Shaolin Monk turned, and with a stone face, continued his stroll toward the drums.

### Louder now. "BOOOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOM..."

*Chapters to follow...

### J.F.-1501


Napoleon Protector of the Jungle

Napoleon, Protector of the Jungle, is a mighty warrior who resides deep in the jungle far away from other wizards and warriors. A quiet soul, he always preferred training on his own, using his surroundings to make him stronger. He is lethal in one on one combat as he uses his mighty fists to take down enemies with ease, only using a small shield to protect himself if needed. It has been said that no one has seen Napoleon since long ago, however he awaits the day that he must again show himself to his fellow warriors if they so need his help.


Werner Protector of the Jungle

# The War on !Magic

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSfPvMpue3NszqdLKkcyJS_PmHdtTIVyiuAz2D9DnwBMwjBz10yOFlLD2vH0VqYA8nEE8vLkf5Ephy8/pub


Sekai Nailer of the Grass

Sekai Nailer of the Grass was born long ago to the people of the grasslands. She was a young warrior in training when she was attached in a back alley near her home. A little birdie, Chini, came flying down and began to peck at the attacker to distract them while Sekai was able to find a crowbar laying on the ground nearby. She used the weapon to finish off the attacker and then returned home without a scratch. Chini would continue to go into battle with her from there on out, and her weapon of choice became the crowbar which she learned to master over time.


Arch-Magician Nassif of the Villa

Arch-Magician Nassif Of the Villa and his Scroll


The archmage of the kingdom of Villa, Nassif, was out on a quest in search
of a fabled scroll that withheld powerful magic, making his way through narrowing
pathways inside a cave system. There was a prophecy that the kingdom would
come under threat by an inescapable maw of pure darkness, and the time that it
was said to begin drawing nearer. Nassif worried about how to defend the
kingdom from such a force, unsure of what it even was that he was trying to train
to defend against, but he knew that there was great power in magic.
         This spell must have been powerful to have been locked away in a crypt.
Nassif said while he walked out of the caves and into an opening.
         He walked up to a pyramid standing within the open room, drawing Nassifs
eye up to the top of it. There sat a scroll sitting atop two curved platforms when he
got up to it. Nassif looked around for any traps that were linked to the scroll while
he carefully pulled out a small scroll. He unraveled the scroll and double-checked
what it was before he held ahold of it and muttered incantations.
         The paper suddenly flashed before it erupted out of his hands and scattered
around the room. Several hidden traps began glowing with a faint light-green aura
but none were connected to the scroll itself. Nassif placed his hand on the scroll
but the moment he touched the paper, the warmth of his hand activated the spell
instead, causing an explosion that created an orb of white energy. Horrifyingly, the
spell inverted and began drawing things into it and grew a slight amount each time
something was pulled in.
         Nassifs eyes widened while he rummaged through his scrolls but the only
thing he could think of was his staff. It could contain the spell. He hoped that the


thing he could think of was his staff. It could contain the spell. He hoped that the
staff perhaps had the energy needed and quickly pulled it off of his back. Nassif
pushed the brim of his hood up slightly, grabbed ahold of his staff with both hands,
and tapped into its energy before he guided it towards the strange anomalous
magic.
         Oh, I sure hope this works! Nassif said, gripping tighter onto his staff as he
suddenly feared the blast would push it out of his grip.
         Instead, his staff began pulling towards the anomaly. Nassif scrambled away
from the strange, slow-growing dark sphere. Nassif quickly let go of his staff with
one hand to dig into his scrolls before he activated one that increased the strength
of whatever attack he was using and actively saw the dark sphere shrink.
Reinvigorated, Nassif dipped into his scrolls once again and lessened the amount
of energy needed for the attack he was using, allowing him to keep the pressure on
the dark sphere for longer. He was beginning to think he would contain it when it
began absorbing his energy.


No! Nassif said, angrily glaring at the strange dark sphere before he began
taking peeks behind him towards the cave system, I had it!
         The mage ran into the network of caves and made his way through quite
quickly knowing where he had come from allowing him to get back outside far
faster than it took him to get to the pyramid. Every step he took Nassif knew that
the dark sphere was growing and worried about how large it would get by the time
he got back. Knowing this, Nassif ran as fast as he could back to the kingdom of
Villa. Nassif feared the dark sphere would grow large enough to begin tearing into
the walls of the kingdom.
         I was lucky to not have been drawn in by it. I fear what would become of
somebody should they be drawn in. Nassif thought while he ran into the kingdom
and headed directly for the castle.
         My king! Ive discovered a dark sphere in the caves not far. Its growing
and I believe it to be the prophesized maw of darkness. Nassif said,
unintentionally spreading nothing but terror through the royal court before Nassif
noticed the glow of the crystal adorning the top of his staff beginning to dim, But,
there is hope. I have managed to shrink it slightly before I ran out of scrolls to
boost my power.
         What would you need to contain this dark maw for good? King Mazar
asked, very slightly tilting his head to the side, clearly intrigued by the proposition.
         Nassifs crystal began shining brighter than it had before and it nearly made
him want to run back to the caves and try. Nassif picked out the best scrolls
directly from the kings collection. Once he was set he headed off out of the castle


directly from the kings collection. Once he was set he headed off out of the castle
when the cave system deteriorated and collapsed, creating a loud, growling-like
sound to thunderously echo across the lands.
         Oh, no. Nassif said while he ran up the stairs to the top of the kingdom
walls to get a better view of what was going on only to confirm that it was worse
than he thought and that the dark sphere had grown tremendously, Oh no.
         Nassif attempted to cast a hovering spell with his staff but the crystal was
barely glowing and only lifted him off of the kingdom wall enough to slip a hand
under. Nassif shook his head and ran across the sky towards the maw of darkness
with each step being a little closer to the ground until he was standing on it.
         Cmon, Ive got to show them. Maybe then itll rebuild their hope. Nassif
said before he embraced the kings scrolls he obtained and boosted his magical
power tenfold.
         Nassif wished he had had that level of power when he had first activated the
strange-looking sphere of destruction. He cast a containment spell at the sphere and
began pouring every bit of energy the scrolls had granted him into the singular
spell. The gigantic maw of darkness and destruction ripped the very landscape


inwards, pulling whole trees and any animals unlucky enough to get too close until
Nassifs energy struck it as it immediately began working on creating a seal.
         I was worried that you wouldnt grab enough. King Mazar said as he rode
up beside Nassif before the king dropped a satchel full of scrolls beside the mage,
This thing was hidden within the caves?
         Sort of. It was a scroll, but when I touched it, it became that. Nassif said
while he took a momentary break from powering the containment spell to catch his
breath and quickly rummage through the spells King Mazar had brought, Aha!
These are great! How come these werent in your collection?
         They were in my private collection, but I thought you could use them more
than I could. King Mazar replied, still staring out at the strange dark sphere
drawing everything it touched inside.
         I need to shrink this at least some to show the people that its possible.
Nassif said before he began trying to shrink down the dark sphere.
         Nassifs staffs crystal was shining, but it was wavering from dimming to
getting brighter. King Mazar looked at it and took off back for the kingdom while
Nassif continued using his spells to boost his energy. Nassif grimaced, hoping that
the maw of destruction wouldnt grow large enough and pull him in.
         I never meant to be the one to unleash the prophecy. Nassif said to himself
while he continued doing his best to contain the monstrous dark sphere threatening
to engulf the kingdom.
         King Mazar rode his trusty stead all the way back to the kingdom. King
Mazar ran up onto the public stage and watched alongside the crowd of onlooking
civilians as Nassifs magical energy slowly spread across the dark sphere.


civilians as Nassifs magical energy slowly spread across the dark sphere.
         Arch-Mage Nassifs great power protects us! King Mazar said loudly to his
people as they all watched the mages energy flow around the strange, giant dark
sphere.
         The crowd cheered and, unbeknownst to them, the crystal in Nassifs staff
began glowing unwaveringly. Nassif instantly began pouring the energy into his
spell, hoping desperately to get a better grip on containing the tremendously
powerful, yet equally unstable magically anomaly.
         Yeah! Nassif said while his crystal began glowing quite brightly and
boosted his base power, The people have hope!
         Nassifs energy spread slightly faster across the dark maw and began curving
around to the backside. Nassif felt his energy collide with each other and knew he
had successfully covered the dark sphere, but he also knew that it wasnt over, that
he had only just stopped it from growing. Nassif began maintaining the seal while
he tried to shrink the dark orb down like he had before, but it refused to budge.
Nassif sighed and felt fear attempting to creep into him, but he staved it off and
refocused on trying to figure out how to shrink the monstrous magic.


Nassif stumbled back, unable to continue to power it as he breathed quite
deeply in an attempt to catch his breath. Nassif rummaged through the kings
satchel but wasnt able to find anything that could help him with the idea he had in
mind. He dumped out the scrolls and stepped on them before he activated
them all at once and instantly fired an energizing beam into his containment spell,
hoping desperately that it was just a matter of power he needed.
         Shrink! Nassir said angrily as his crystals brightness began fluctuating
once again, No, I need that power!
         The dark sphere of destruction began eating away at the energy encasing it,
slowly getting closer to being able to continue absorbing everything it touched.
Nassir looked over the scrolls in the kings satchel once again and found a
combination of spells that he wasnt sure would work together, but it was the only
thing he could think. Nassir wrapped one scroll around the crystal on his staff and
tied it in place before he used the two of the other scrolls to enchant the staff.
Finally, Nassir took the last scroll and slapped it against his shoulder and instantly
felt the top-of-the-line spell boost his raw strength quite considerably.
         Ive only got one shot at this, but its a really big target. I still hope I dont
miss. Nassir said while he aimed his staff like it was a spear with the crystal top
acting as the head.
         Nassir activated the spell on his crystal before he threw the staff like a spear
directly into the giant, monstrous black void of destruction. The staff disappeared
but the prophesized inescapable maw of destruction had started to shrink. Nassir
chuckled gleefully as the void shrank down so far that it was becoming hard to see


chuckled gleefully as the void shrank down so far that it was becoming hard to see
at the distance they were at and prompted Nassir to chase off towards where the
cave system used to be.
         Good job, Nassif. King Mazar said when Nassir returned to the city
without his staff, It was a great sacrifice, but it was worth it.
         I was just glad that spell worked. Nassif replied quietly so that only he and
the king could hear him before the two shared a chuckle.
         Me too. The King replied while the two looked out at the perfect sphere cut
into the landscape, That was close.
         The two walked to the top of the kingdom wall and watched as the landscape
began reforming. Nassifs staff even hovered out as the rocks reformed before it
returned to Nassifs hand while the mage stared at it wide-eyed.
         The crystal it has the void inside of it. Nassif said feeling the intense
power his staff held now because of it.
         We are lucky to have a mage such as you protecting the kingdom. King
Mazar said, getting a cheer from the crowd behind them in the street.
         The crowd began cheering for Nassif for saving them all while the mage
stood next to the king and watched the rest of the landscape reform.


Scraps Crusher of the Ring

His hyena laughs as Scraps mercilessly crushes his enemies with his staff. Few dare oppose him.


Ruthven Sword of the Cockatrice

His wolverine snickers as Ruthven rides into battle.

Born of the desert, the warrior follows a creed he calls "the water." Water sustains him, teaches him, inspires him. His life is a quest to find water of all kinds.

Spring water for his body.

Holy water for his spirit.

The tears of his enemies, for his revenge.


Maximus Defeater of Cataclysm

# Maximus. Defeater of Cataclysm, sets sail upon an airship on

6/19/22... to travel to the runiverse.

What sights shall he see, and what perils shall he face on his journey?

What beasts shall he tame,
And will there be Jelly Donuts on the plane?

Will he run into goblins,
and will he wish he had the help of Bane?

Time shall tell...


Archmagus Eric of the Capital

"I will never leave! I will neve leave!" screamed Eric, as he woke himself up in the middle of another nightmare deep into the dark and cold night. Even after gaining so much power and having his lucky black cat, Master Meow, always by his side, Eric was still afraid to venture out of comfort zone. His lived in the Capital for 42 years and not once has he stepped foot outside the Capital walls. He was afraid of the unknown ever since....


Geomancer Wolfram of the Villa

# Wolfram the Psychedelic Rock-thrower

First time?

Wolfram's first experience of magic came when he met his psychedelic pet toad, Henry

## The Awakening

After a long night of partying with Henry and his toad friends in an ancient cavern system, Wolfram found that he could could commune with the rock spirits

This came in handy

Need some cash? Ask the rocks if they can whip you up some precious stones

Need someone dead? They can open a hole down to the Earth's core right under their feet

## The Aftermath

Since most of his friends are now literally rocks, Wolfram spends most of his time in the jungle or in underground caverns a long way from civilisation

Now whether Wolfram can in fact talk to rocks, or whether this is still part of his extended first trip is still up for debate


Lorthar Nullifier of the Horde

# Act I

Stood on Cedric's neck, Lorthar suddenly had an epiphany. What if he didn't plunge the sword slowly through his foe's eye socket? What if he didn't raze the poor soul's village to the ground? What if let his foe rise to his feet? Maybe that would fill the black hole that sat squarely at the centre of his heart.

Unfortunately for Cedric, the thought was quickly supplanted by lunch and he found his head rolling towards the now flaming inn, which ironically, was called the flaming inn.

So was all in a day's work for Lorthar and now awaited a pint of mead and a sandwich, onwards was the motto and onwards he would go.


Garrison Debilitator of the Highlands

# Happy Father's Day

Thanks for helping + teaching me to fix everything!

Now to the lore....

All the creatures come to Garrison's repair shop. The wizards, the warriors, even the Kobolds... Althoygh Garrison is a warrior, most consider him a wizard with the wrench.


Nitro Contender of Tigers

# The Lore of Nitro Contender of Tigers

Nitro's affinity for MMA couldn't keep him out of the ring. But one day a hard hit to the head changed all his plans to be a champion fighter.

At the same time that he suffered that particularly brutal KO, he suddenly decided that his true adversaries were Tigers. His old friends just shook their heads - what had happened to their old friend?

But Nitro couldn't be dissuaded from searching for Tigers to fight. He went from town to town, looking for Tigers that could be up to no good. But on his travels, he began to hear about Tigrises that were believed to be at the center of a crime ring. This could be the battle that he was meant to fight. On his own he would have no chance. Foolhardy as he was in the ring, contending with this ring on his own is not the kind of punishment he would sign up for. Whether he can succeed in confronting these marauders depends entirely on the wizards and warriors he will meet on the way.


Mack Charlatan of the Alley

# Hey! I'm Mack!

Wizards and Warriors alike say I'm always stalking around in the alleys of Goblin Town, but they'll never understand, it's where I feel most comfortable.

No one knows them like I do.

It would be unwise to challenge me whilst in them for my handy Tuck and I know how to end a challenge quickly.

# More Lore of Mack Charlatan of the Alley to come soon.


Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm

# Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm

Life for Setsuko Suki had been anything but easy since she was a child. By the time she was 13, her mother had passed from a sickly disease that ravaged her village. Her father, a drunk, had abandoned her on their farm in the middle of the night. Suki learned from an early age that if anybody was going to take care of her, it would be herself.

Over time, Suki would meet new people and take odd jobs to provide for herself. No job was too small, and few were big enough to scare her away. On one fall evening, while walking down a dirt path with her friend Marcellus Chopper of the Tower, they saw a frantic-looking Wizard that was running towards them.

Once he was close, he yelled out, Please, help me! I was just robbed of my staff! They are running off with it towards the barn down the road!

Suki responded, What does it matter to us? Aren't you a powerful Wizard?

The wizard responded, You will be rewarded, please hurry! Meet me at my tower when you have it!

It didn't take long for Suki and Marcellus to track down the Goblin who had stolen the staff. They followed his footprints into an old barn and found him cowering beneath some hay. With no ability to escape, the Goblin surrendered the staff, and the young heroes were able to return it to the Wizard.

Upon receiving the staff, the Wizard presented the two warriors with two young jungle cats. I had planned on using these in my experiments, but they are now too old. Take them and be gone!

Through the Fall, over winter, and into Spring, Suki would train her new jungle cat Bagheera to become her hunting companion. They had grown very close over that time and had learned to trust each other.


One afternoon while training out on the farm's field, the Wizard who had his staff stolen the year before approached Suki and Bagheera.

Since you were able to retrieve my staff from that nasty Goblin, I have a new job for you. It is very dangerous, and I will pay good money upon its completion. I will give you the details you need to know, but you are forbidden from looking inside the box that contains the items.

Where is this box? asked Suki.

Snarling, the Wizard replied, You will find the box in a caravan leaving the Blue Wizard Bastion and heading towards Alessars Keep within a week. The caravan will follow the road through The Wild. It will be guarded by Mage and Warrior. I must get the contents inside. My latest experiment depends on it!

Suki thought for a minute before responding, I will need to hire additional hands to complete this task. The Guards will be a problem

Hire who you must but tell no one else. I will pay you half now, and the other half when you deliver the package. The Wizard threw a large sack of gold at Sukis feet and departed.

Little did the Wizard know, Suki already had a crew ready for a job like this. At the first sign of sunlight the next morning, Suki set off to gather her team. First, her childhood friend Marcellus Chopper of the Tower. Second, their mechanical friend Meteo Hero of Machines. And last, their unofficial drunk uncle Rothschild of Goblins.

With the party now assembled, these four heroes departed the village and headed to the outskirts of the Blue Wizard Bastion. They followed the road into The Wild, scouting for the right location to take the caravan by surprise.


They ventured deep into the forest along the path of The Carnival Pass and located the perfect spot. Tall, and lush trees to shield the ground from the sun above. Overhanging limbs intersecting trees from the other side high above. Knobby roots remained exposed, crossing the path. The caravan would be left in hazy darkness. Large boulders along the path would provide a vantage point for the party to attach from above. The stream nearby would create mud thick enough to make it difficult for the wagons to escape quickly.

The plan was coming together, but now it was just a matter of time for the caravan to arrive.

Early in the morning on the 5th day, Suki and Bagheera spotted the full caravan two miles from the ambush spot. There were eight guards in total, two riding ponies in front, and two in the back.

The first wagon carried its driver and three Mage with supplies in the back. The second wagon carried a single box behind the driver and his assistant.

Suki and Bagheera rushed back to the party to ready them for action. The caravan was near, and anticipation was in the air.

Marcellus, Meteo, and Rothschild all readied themselves in their positions. The forest went quiet.

The faint clopping of the ponies' hooves could be heard first. The loud stomping on stones and branches announced the caravan's arrival. Getting closer, Suki waited for the signal from Marcellus.

Once the first pair of Warriors passed, Suki would jump down from a tall boulder onto the first wagon, take out the driver and pull on the wagon's brakes, locking them in place. This would create a barricade between the first riders and the rest of the caravan. It would also prevent the second wagon from running forward and escaping.


Meteo and Rothschild would take out the riders in the back and stop anybody from running in the direction they came. The group would then push inward and eliminate everybody else.

Suki and Marcellus locked eyes. They watched the first riders pass together, and Marcellus gave the signal. A loud blow horn blew, and the caravan froze in fear. Suki jumped down and sliced into the first wagons driver. He fell out of the wagon onto the dirt and was left to bleed out. The horses of the front riders were spooked. Bucking their riders off their backs, but tangling their feet in the saddle straps, they ran as fast as they could from the rest of the group with the riders dragging behind.

Meteo and Rothschild emerged from a fallen tree trunk that was next to the path. Lunging up from the ground, they grabbed the riders in the back and pulled them off the ponies' backs. Their steeds went running and never returned.

The four guards on foot were caught by surprise and gathered into a group, facing back to back. Meteo and Rothschild had tied a rope around both of their waists and ran around the outside of this group. After running full circles, the rope ran out of slack and was now being pulled tight against the guards. The rope dug into the exposed areas under the stomachs and started to choke the men.

Marcellus ran to the second wagons driver and ripped him out of his seat. He fell to the ground and lay flat in the mud gasping for air. One of the ponies pulling the cart reared up, letting out a loud neigh in fear. Coming down, its hooves landed on the driver, caving in his chest.


The wizards in the first wagon stood up to cast their spells, but Suki was already there. She carved through the first wizard and sidestepped them to get to the second. Lunging forward, she hit her mark in the middle of his chest. She spun around to locate the last Wizard but couldn't find her. In the fray, it appeared as though the last Wizard escaped.

Suki called out to the others, Do you see the third Wizard?! She's not in the Wagon!

Suddenly, emerging atop the large boulder that Suki had dropped down from, the third Wizard announced her position and began to conjure magic. Before she uttered the last part of his spell, Bagheera lunged from a lower position and latched onto her arm! The two tumbled to the ground, where the Wizard let out her last gasp and then went silent.

The skirmish was over.

Meteo and Rothschild began rummaging through the pockets of the slain caravan members, all loot was up for grabs! Armor, equipment, food, and coin would be split amongst the party, but unique items were the spoils to its finder.

Suki and Marcellus walked to the second wagon to inspect the cargo. They didn't hear anything at first, but after looking closer could hear muffled noises coming from inside.

They tried to look through the small holes that had been cut out near the top of the box, but there wasn't enough light to see what was inside. Suki noticed a small divide in the plants on top and pulled one of the divided boards to the side.

What she saw caused her to gasp. In the darkness of that box, two sets of scared eyes looked back at her.


While she didnt know what exactly was inside the box, Suki knew for certain that they shouldn't be in there. Marcellus was just as surprised when he looked through the same crack.

Suki and Marcellus both took a step back and looked at each other. They knew what needed to be done. Finding a blade thin enough to wedge it between the boards, Suki pried open the top layers of wood and revealed two small children bound by their wrists and ankles. Their mouths gagged with cloth tied behind their heads.

A small parchment paper was nailed to the side that read, These now orphans were taken in the middle of the night. Their parents were slain. Nobody will be looking for them. Do what you will with them

A flood of memories and emotions hit Suki like a tidal wave. All the fear from her childhood came rushing back, and it caught her off balance. She took a few steps back, knelt in the mud, and wept.

Meteo and Rothschild, not knowing what had just happened, walked up with big smiles on their faces. Holding up large sacks that they had filled with the loot, Meteo exclaimed, Look, boss! Now we can all get ponies! Expecting a laugh and excitement, they let out a chuckle. When that laugh wasn't returned, both Meteo and Rothschild investigated the box that was now ripped open on top. They peaked over the sides and found those same eyeballs from before looking up at them.

Marcellus untied the children's bindings and lifted them out of the box. Meteo and Rothschild collected the rest of the loot and loaded it into their supply bags. They cleaned up the path as best they could and left in a hurry.


They traveled for many hours into the night, stopping only briefly to eat and drink. Suki couldn't get her mind off one simple question: What should they do with these children?

After putting a lot of distance between the party and the ambush spot, the group agreed to stop and rest. It had been a long night, and it would take time before anybody would know to start looking for the missing package.

They had slept for a few hours before Suki woke up and sat down next to a fire pit that had been made in the middle of the camp. She threw some branches and dried-up leaves into the mix and stoked the flame. It wasn't long before Marcellus walked over and sat next to Suki.

Suki spoke first, We can't take these children to the Wizard who knows what he plans to do with them.

Agreed, said Marcellus. But what will we do with them?

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Suki responded. Who knows what will happen if we take them to somebody What I do know is that if they are with me, they will be safe.

By this time, Meteo and Rothschild had woken up and made their way to the fire pit. Suki shared her plan of keeping the children, and neither of them contested it. Next, they needed to decide what to do with the Wizard.

They spent the next few hours discussing and coming up with a plan.  Though exhausted from the day before, the party packed up camp and headed back to Sukis Village and the Wizards Tower.

They arrived at the Village after midday. Suki took the boys to her farmhouse and secured them inside. They found a box big enough and headed to the tower.

The plan was simple: Rothschild would hide in the box, and after the wizard brought it inside, Rothschild would pop up and jab the Wizard in the heart.


They dropped the box at the foot of the front door and called out for the Wizard. He ripped the door open, threw the sack of gold at Suki, dragged the box inside, and slammed the door shut.

Suki, Marcellus, and Meteo waited outside. After a few minutes, they heard a faint shout. Baha, en garde! Rothschild had succeeded. And a moment later he came walking out the front door, spinning a key ring around his pointer finger.

Bet you didn't think it would go that smoothly But if you'll excuse me, Ive got a wine cellar to raid!

Marcellus and Meteo joined in to raid the tower and find whatever loot they could.

Suki returned to the farmhouse. She had hidden the boys beneath the floorboards in a crawl space. When she pulled it up, she found them cowering in the corner, hiding from the light.

She slowly lowered herself and called out for them. They both jumped into her arms and started crying. Please don't leave us again, the slightly larger boy begged. The smaller one could only continue to cry.

Suki was quick to respond, You won't ever be alone again. They stayed there for a while, just crying, and embracing.

They sat together for a while before letting go of each other. Suki wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

What shall I call you both? asked Suki.

The red-hooded child, more shy than the green-hooded boy, spoke up. My parents called me Charming Kobold of the Capital, but my friends at home called me Koby.

The green hooded boy responded, my name is Shrewd Asphodel of the Ball, but you can call me Ashe.


The adventures of Suki, Koby Ashe, and Bagheera were now afoot! Where they will venture next has yet to be decided, but the story will unfold itself very soon!


Bargo Basher of the Jungle

# The Lore of Bargo Basher of the Jungle

Being a Lycan, there's only one safe place for Bargo, and that is the Jungle. Cast away by everyone in the city except his loyal field dog, Bargo fled with his token west side pipe wrench. The wrench has turned out to be very much a gang affiliation for Bargo and he carries it with pride. Even though he has been cast away, he still considers the west side to be the best side.

The Jungle is full of dangerous creatures with powerful venoms. The only way for him to survive is with the help of his Toxin shield. Anyone getting between him and what he needs (or what his field dog needs) gets a bashing.

The Jungle is changing Bargo slowly. Maybe one day he will return to the city but how will he fit in? Maybe he could bring his new skills to use in his old gang if they would have him. Bargo notches the days he has been cast away into a tree. He looks for a cure for his condition so that he can go back to his old life.


Peter Eidolon of Brigands

## *He was there, and then he was gone.*

Thats all most wizards can recall of their encounters with the greatest thief to ever walk the Runiverse.

Songs would have been sung of Peter (and Bloop, his wolverine companion) if it werent for his prowessmost who fell prey to his talents never even know hed been there. A traveller on the road would notice that theyd been relieved of a pony in the night, or a bag of gold in broad daylight. Was it Peter? No-one could ever know for sure how many precious items vanished into the hands of this most talented of brigands.

Peter could have been a rich man from his skill as a thief but it was rumored that a shadowy figure had been seen in every wizard capital, bastion, and haven, distributing riches to the downtrodden denizens of the flea-ridden outskirts and shantytowns.

No one has seen Peter in a generation, and it's rumored that he's been recharging his digital bones after a close encounter with another legendary thief @warrior13787.


Jimbo Horror of the Back Alley

# The Lore of Jimbo Horror of the Back Alley

The good and proper denizens of the Runiverse would never set foot in the Alley. The Alley is full of shady characters and one is likely to get swindled or robbed. Yes, the alley has all kinds of offerings unavailable on the open market, but one might just lose more than they gain.

That is the Alley. The shady characters of the Alley don't dare to venture into the Back Alley unless they have no other choice. The Back Alley has horrors that are inconceivable to anyone who has not lost their mind. And Jimbo is one of those horrors.

Chainsaw in hand, Jimbo's mission is to terrorize anyone who he feels doesn't belong in the back alley. Playing the part of vigilante, Jimmy fashions himself a balancer, keeping the Back Alley the way it's supposed to be. But remember, Jimmy has lost his mind. A rational observer would just see someone who at times randomly attacks passersby and at other times glares menacingly and unflinchingly. He is a warrior with a mission, but one which is inscrutable to anyone else.


Lance Crusher of Sheep

"Baaaah...baaaaaaaaah..."
*SPLURT*


Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon

# Adept Voidoth of the Event Horizon

# Prologue

> _I have yet to be successful of convincing the High Council of their folly. They are much too self-absorbed, self-righteous, overly confident, not to mention over-committed, to listen to any form of reason; They remain steadfast and refuse to change course. This close to their goal, to finally have the power to contest with even the brightest and strongest Wizards, I do not wholly place the blame at their feet. I am at an impasse, and I fear should I fail now, the world we built will surely fail with me._
>
> _As the age old saying goes, the more colossal the construct, the mightier the downfall. Far beyond my wildest imaginings have we progressed, crafting marvels beyond belief, this so-called Technology escalating at a parabolic pace, but the potential for disaster looms. Yet power corrupts, much like the Void, and once it sinks its talons deep, forever trapped one may remain._
>
> _Will they forgive us, I wonder as I gaze up at a sky full of lights - unnaturally full of lights - those who will come after, the few who survive what is surely coming? What of their children, should they be able to bear any? In that regard, our only hope - a frail thing at best - would be destruction so compete, so absolute, that generations from now ignorance, and bliss, shall absolve us of our sins._
>
> _Im getting desperate, and we grow ever short on time, however we may yet prevail. Have you managed to reach an accord with The Others? The hour grows dire and at this junction we are nearly out of options. Perhaps it is the only way._
>
> _Until we meet again, give not in to despair, we must endeavor to save the world._
>


> Origin redacted
>
> _Ancient Letters from the Resistance_

Proximity alarms blaring, Voidoth immediately snapped out of his reverie. Ordinarily not one prone to maudlin, he had been unable to avoid the temptation of indulging in retrospection. With the hour pregnant with purpose, the culmination of carefully plans laid with such meticulous care nearing fruition, his mind had journeyed again to a time that very few alive today would remember or have even heard of. Nor was he a man of conscience, yet still to reminiscence had he gone; back to the origin, whence events eventually had led to this fortuitous place, to this very moment, where they had shaped the future forever.

As he powered down his augmented senses, slowly rising from his crouch deep in the mists, Voidoths vision returned to normal - and the approaching figure, but a moment ago blazing like the brightest star, appeared once again merely as a robed and hooded figure mundane. Better safe than sore had ever been his modus operandi, every tangent of tantalizing opportunity calculated, and this was no time to stray from his undying attenuated path.

Dr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, Voidoth said to the skeletal figure before him. It would surely have been a sight for sore eyes had he still been encumbered by such mortal flaws, however his old friends presence  after near an age apart  split his irradiant skull into a grim grin.

Voidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? Dr. Death asked coming to a halt in front of him. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline.


Suppressing a chuckle at his companions eternal sense of decorum, Voidoth allowed a trickle of his imposing magic filter into his lunar staff, casting the mists around them in an eerie glow. Ah, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part.  All we need is simply to Burn, he replied.

We already died once, you know, Death commented.

Oh, how they had died. Glorious deaths, a necessity in becoming that which they must, a price scant few were willing to pay. Then again, most were unaware of the great potential for power in surrendering your mortality. And the pain, the excruciating, yet transient, agony. Indeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said drawing deep on the arcane, his robes flaring, the Sacred Flame manifesting.

His stoic friend simultaneously initiated his own ritual, his massive golden scythes wailing song enveloping them, flavored with Earth, focused by will, adding a second hungry crimson flame. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.

Oh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards twin scarlet sources of dark magic.

After you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow.


Cadmus Executor of Zero

# Cadmus Executor of Zero

Wise wizards know better than to try dividing by zero. But Cadmus is no wizard. He tried. In fact, he is the oly known entity in the Runiverse who dared to divide by zero and lived to tell the tale.

At least, the important parts of him survived. His body and most of his face disintegrated in the violent outburst of antimatter that followed. Luckily his brain remained unscathed and he was saved quickly enough for the rest of him to be replaced by mechanical parts.

The onyx panther that follows him is a sentient creature actually formed by outburst of antimatter after the zero division incident.

Cadmus doesn't plan to divide by zero again anytime soon, but he is not afraid to threaten his enemies with such prospect. And they are usually smart enough to not push him to it.


Naberius of Light

# Torturin' Ain't Easy

Look, he's not proud of his profession. But not every warrior gets asked to join a fancy guild or finds fame of the dragonslaying sort. Naberius had to settle.

So he answered a "Help Wanted" ad in the local newspaper and found employment as a man who makes others confess.

It was excruciating... for Naberius, that is. He doesn't like stretching people out on the rack, or holding flames under their feet. It's just not his vibe, man! Not to mention, it really stresses out his pet hog, Chonky Boi.

Over time, Naberius found methods more suited to his temperament that still got results. Incessant tickling, for example, is very effective. So are a litany of unending dad jokes. You have to be creative, but sometimes the pun is mightier than the sword.

Informally, he came to be known as a Master of his craft:

NABERIUS OF LIGHT DISCOMFORT


Sprite the Dependable

# The Pearl Pony with a Rune of Fire

Mama tried to raise the pony right, for one day he'd have to go out into the world alone.

Cherry the Average and her foal, Sprite, lived on a peaceful farm near the Fey. As horses go, Cherry the Average was exceedingly average. She'd never been called upon to do much of anything in life. The only thing of importance to her was to raise Sprite right. As a mama, she tried to keep him out of trouble, and, for the most part, she did.

From time to time, those pompous knights in their shining armor would stop at the farm seeking respite from this war or that war. They always moved on and never took much interest in Cherry or Sprite. She was not a warhorse and Sprite was a pony. But that's the thing about ponies - they grow.

The knight, Ser Veepo he was called, had arrived the night before on foot. Now that was a sight to see - all clings and clangs. Not nearly as regal as when mounted. The moment the knight laid eyes on Sprite, the laughter turned to ash in her mouth, she knew. He would take her baby...

Mama tried to raise the pony right, for one day he'd have to go out into the world...but not alone.


Neon Protector of Magic

# Neon felt
_Why, if it weren't for this 'internal illumination' the world would be nothing but a pile of dirt!
 Albert Einstein_

Neon was created by a powerful wizard to be the perfect Protector of Magic. The wizard imbued Neon with powerful magic spells and enchantments, making him incredibly powerful. However, unknown to Neon was the nature of his wizard creator, and that nature was dark as the moonless night and his magic as black as the wizard's heart.

On such a a moonless night the wizard committed his gravest and last error of judgement - he disrespected @wizard950. On a bridge on the way to The Tavern they crossed paths. The wizard, in his foolishness, did not give Ixar right of first passage, even though age difference and wizard code demanded it.
Ixar was forced to obliterate the wizard for there is no room in this world for such insults between sorcerers. Neon leapt to defend his creator and was badly damaged. The wizard was now a pile of ashes and Neon a collection of parts more scattered than whole.

As he walked away Ixar heard the laments of the trusty warrior robot. Neon's heart cried out, not for himself, but for the demise of his maker "beep-booooop, beep-boop.." sad and scared, like a kitten separated from his litter and mother. So @wizard950 took pity on him, for a creature that suffers for others and cannot tell evil from good must contain something noble, something life-worthy. Ixar worked a regenerative spell and now Neon was mended!

Now whole again he asked to join Ixar and in gratitude be his servant and side-kick.

His request was denied:


His request was denied:

@wizard950 -_You, Neon, have a noble gentle soul. It shines so bright, even through that cold metal body, that it would be a crime to pledge it to anyone's shadow! Find your own place in this crazy world, be your own warrior._

@warrior12431 -_But what of my purpose, i am a Protector of Magic. What magic will i protect if i am to be alone. I am scared and confused, nothing to guide me and nothing for me to guide._

Again Ixar's heart was softened by Neon's innocent and sensitive nature. So he conjured him a Robo Dog companion and named it _Magic_.

@wizard950 -_Little Magic over here looks like he needs some protection. If you learn to care for and protect the tinniest sentient creature half the work is already done and the world, and Magic too, is in good hands._

And as their paths diverged "beep-boop! beep-boop!" the forest echoed, now joyful and loud.


Felix Broiler of Brigands

## Felix Broiler of Brigands

> Felix Broiler of Brigands
> *by REDWRITER*

Felix just might be the raddest street cook youll ever find in Calistas Citadel. Cooking from his cart, you can find him with your nose.

His specialty is goblin steak and mushroom pies that he broils with his trusty flame thrower. The flavors are said to be both savory and psychedelic, leaving you with an out of this world experience.

He not only serves up pristine cuisine. With the help of his trusty hound, he cleans up crime in the forests and mountains alike. Just dont ask what he does with the bodies, or whats in the mystery pie delight.

# Where to Find Felix

If you want to find @warrior2059 just sniff him out in Calista's Citadel. His only foe who has escaped his flame is @warrior2058.

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Rothschild Sword of Mount Titan

# The Great Contender

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d5K7TJu3i8

(An ode to @warrior923)

Oh-oh, yes, I'm the Great Contender

Contending in my helmet shell

My need is such I contend too much

I'm lonely, but no one can tell

Oh-oh, yes, I'm the Great Contender

Each lift of my sword slices bone

I've garnered fame but its I that am maimed

You've left me to cleave all alone

Too real are these shivers without shirt sleeves

Too real are these pecs my singlet can't conceal

Yes, I'm the Great Contender

Not laughin', just gay, with a frown

I seem to be what I'm not, you see

I wear my helmet like a crown

Contending in hopes youll be found

Too real are these shivers without shirt sleeves

Too real are these pecs my singlet can't conceal

Yes, I'm the Great Contender

Not laughin', just gay, got it clown??

I seem to be what I'm not, you see

I wear my helmet like a crown

Contending in hopes youll be found (youll be found)


Warden Champion of Thieves

# Warden Champion of Thieves

> Warden Champion of Thieves
> *by REDWRITER*

Travelers beware! Outside of the walls of your havens and halls lurks the most cunning Warrior yet.

Warden earned his title of Champion of Thieves through no mere jolly feat. For Wizards finding themselves weary and weak on their way to Kolbolds Crossroad, you must stay armed when passing through wood and wild.

Lurking beyond the wood may await Warden in his bear head hood. No Wizard or Warrior has yet to meet the end of his tuck and not leave without being stuck.

If encountered, its advised to meet his price demands. For he is known to turn violent, if you try to cheap him from the coin in your hand.

# Where to Find Warden

You may not want to find @warrior2050. To stay clear, arm yourself along Hedge Wizard Wood, if heading West. Warden's brother @warrior10703 is a much nobler warrior.

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Rudolph Impaler of the Sun

# Rudolph Impaler of the Sun

> Rudolph Impaler of the Sun
> *by REDWRITER*

Hired as a mercenary warrior and protector of Atlantas Pool, Rudolph Impaler of the Sun keeps his gaze on The Sands. No beast born of the brimstone and sun emblazed sea of sand will ever stand a chance against the might of his trident. Said to have once impaled the sun out of smite, Rudolph strikes all creatures of flame down.

So, if you find yourself in need of some R&R at Atlantas Pool, you may rest assured that Rudolph will have your back.

# Where to Find Rudolph

You can find @warrior10703 chilling at Atlanta's Pool where he is currently standing guard against beast of the brimstone. It is there that he is currently getting over his ex @warrior10702.

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Werner of the North

# The Lore of Werner of the North

Werner of the North is a South sider. Or is he? Being the compulsive liar that he is, no one can really know whether anything he says is true. Add to that the fact that he is always drunk, and it's impossible to know whether one can even be angry with him for lying.

But it's impossible to deny that Werner has some ability as a warrior. He wouldn't have been able to obtain Goblin beer without it. Same goes for his Skylord Plate Armor. Maybe he stole them? But even that would require some serious skill.

Whatever it is, the one thing Werner does not have is purpose. His mission is to get what he wants at any price and that is all. Brute that he is, he has little chance of appreciating the finer things in life. It would take an act of sorcery to make him change his ways.


Charmer Beyna of the Moors

# Charmer Beyna of the Moors

Beyna is a carefree girl, who is always dreaming of going on wild adventures together with Bubbles, her trusty ladybug companion.

She has the ability to manipulate flora and fauna to do her bidding

Forever getting into trouble as she can be quite a klutz, Beyna is very fortunate to have her sister @wizard6161 watching over her and keeping her safe.


Hardwin Slasher of Dragons

# The Lore of Hardwin Slasher of Dragons

To protect his family, Hardwin had no choice but to join the Dragons, a brutal clan in his hometown. This was not a good fit for the bookish and gentle lad. Hardwin started out completely unremarkable by all accounts. He was neither in shape nor was he strategically talented. For this reason, his ascent to one of the top lieutenants of the clan can only be called remarkable.

In the beginning Hardwin just got very lucky over and over again. His more talented peers fell in combat and his tenure resulted in his advancement over new recruits. As institutional knowledge was drained due to attrition in the ranks, Hardwin was able to circulate rumors about himself. Positioning himself as a slasher, everyone believed him to be a tactical mastermind. In reality, Hardwin just relies on underlings and sows enough chaos among them to retain his position.

Hardwin must choose: should he attempt to rise the ranks to be among the top leadership of the Dragons or should he remain in the safe shadows. In truth, there is more risk is remaining stationary even if it seems like the safe move. Ever calculating the next move, Hardwin looks to topple those that might be in his path to the Dragon throne.


Druid Astrid of the Heath

# Druid Astrid and Her Pixie Pigs

A long time ago, in a land far away

Deep in the woods, a place known as The Fey

Strange things were about, if one would be still, Sit under a tree, just listen until...

The silence gives way, the forest awakens The flutter of wings, or am I mistaken

Then laughter arises, from who, you know not, A bone chilling sound, this really is fraught.

Several, no dozens, no hundreds of wings! Flutter and whirl what are these strange things?

The commotion gets closer, the laughter, the wings All signs say to flee, but paralysis wins

A figure emerges, a terrible...deer? Gentle and dainty, its nothing to fear!

She sniffs the air gently, her hooves paw the dirt, Her eyes are all knowing, shes strangely alert

And then in an instant, the deer she alights, A blinding white flame, a baffling sight

Behold just as quick, the flame is retracted

And there in its place stands tall the Druid Astrid

Dripping with sass, quirky in dress,

Her wizard hat pointy, her form curvy no less

She holds out her hands, as if to catch rain And the flutter of wings gets louder again

Hundreds of fairies, tiny with wings Fly all about her, adorable things
Some land in her palm, others her shoulder,

Some tickle her cheeks, dome dive and swerve past her

Smiling and laughing, what once seemed so scary, Is not that at all, its really quite merry

Her fairies surround her, they bring her much joy, She knows each by name - each girl and each boy

**Mafoosal** the Hairy,

**Blenda** the Shy

**Winky** the Plump,

...and many more fill the sky


**Winky** the Plump,

...and many more fill the sky

*Though not fairies exactly, these young thing-a-ma-jigs

On closer inspection, they seem to be...**PIGS**?

But then just as quick, as the druid did appear White flames engulf her, and again shes a deer

She pounces off quickly, this shapeshifting doe, Her piglets, her babies, swiftly in-tow


Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice

# Just a MOVE

What is Love
if not a cove.

What is life,
oh sharp knife.

Take me steady, embrace me wild,
I won't be ready, is that so mild?

No one ever has to hear,
I won't make it a show,
listen to me, have no fear!

You see full,
I see empty,
charge my bull,
I will take Twenty.


Pari Reprobate of the Elysian Fields

Pari and her slingshot, don't look away  or else you'll get caught! Pari and her hound were no ordinary combo, they grew up together and knew eachothers moves before any ever happened. Pari would shoot, and Spike would fetch.

 Pari never missed, so make sure you never get on her list! Pari and her slingshot, don't look away  or else you'll get caught!


Shaman Armstrong of the Sun

# The Beginning

"Oh, no, that's not quite right."

The sun rose backwards, the stars fell flat, and through the darkest veil of time he saw her.

"Are you a princess?" He said.

And she said, "I'm much more than a princess, but you don't have a name for it yet on your world."

-- Inspiration


Valen Cutter of the Citadel

## Valen Cutter

The warrior's name was Aedan and he was from the Citadel. He was addicted to cutting anything and everything, including other warriors. He would often go into a rage and cut enemy warriors with his sword. He was a skilled warrior and had many followers. However, his addiction led to his downfall. One day, he went into a rage and cut down a group of people who were innocent. He was arrested and put into prison. There, he met a woman who helped him overcome his addiction. With her help, he was able to turn his life around and become a great warrior once again.


Tera Guardian of the Rune Raiders

Hack and slash... hack and slash. Terra works her way through the killing fields sweeping away familiars. Her alignment with Armor is core to her never ending quest for the runes. It gives her comfort knowing she'll be safe regardless of her foes strength.


Aurelia Contaminator of the Trail

## Aurelia, Contaminator of the Trail

The rare Athenian's, championing virtue and honour throughout the Runiverse... yet Aurelia has a dark side - the title Contaminator of the Trail doesn't come lightly.

Maybe it's her companion, the levitating Man O'war, Mani (Manuel to give him his proper title), who brings the impudent side out of her, or maybe it's the trail of bodies they've left in their wake...

Not to be trifled with. Always to be trusted. Where will their next adventure on the trail take them...


Rachel Clobberer of all that is Holy

Chapter 1

The smell of the briney sea wafted by as Rachel and Bartholomeow wandered the beach
looking for their next meal.

"Now, I know what you're thinking Mr. Meow...and I agree. This is terrible! First the storm and then that kraken?? UGH!" Rachel said, as Bartholomeow chirped in agreement.

The two had been wandering the beach for some time now, as their little sailboat had
not survived the storm and subsequent leviathan attack. They really were lucky to have drifted to land at some point, but just a little.

The island they washed up on was a very small, sparse island with only a couple of trees for shelter from the sun. There were, however, an abundance of fish and crab in the shoreline.

Rachel was once a fierce pirate captain known only as the Clobberer. This came from her
violent and liberal use of her bo staff (which, according to rumor, had come from a master monk who attempted to stop them from raiding a ship).

But those days...they're long gone. After her crew mutinied (she refused to kill a child during her last raid), she disappeared from the history books for a couple of years.

During this time, she had gone back to one of the first towns she raided, and got a job working on the docks. It was on those very docks that she rescued her beautiful familiar, Bartholomeow the Northern Lynx from the bottom of a fish barrel.

She had just taken off on a small fishing trip when she had caught up in the storm, which just so happened to rile a sleeping kraken. This bring us to our current predicament!

Stranded on a small island, Rachel and her trusty sidekick are in quite a pickel, with no clear way out of trouble...

Chapter 2 coming soon


Adira Mischief Maker of the Duck Alliance

# Adira Mischief Maker

Into the Runiverse

Adira one of many warriors, who went into Runiverse to complete an impossible task - The Hunt for The Light Bulb Frogs.

After many hours of search, she has finally did it!

The mighty hero prevails in this unusual for a warrior task.

Adira is looking forward to her new adventures in the Runiverse.


Charles Savior of the South

# Charles The Generous and Brave Savior of the South

Many years ago, long before you or I were born, the country was divided between two kings. The first king was ruler of the north, while the second king was ruler of the south. These two kings fought many battles over many years and countless soldiers lost their lives in such battles. The kings fought for glory, they fought in the name of honor, and they fought to increase their lands. Over the years, hundreds upon hundreds of men died on the battlefield, but still the kings continued to wage war upon one another.

There was a city that lay on the border between the north and the south of the lands. This city was beautiful and prosperous and so both kings were eager to rule over such a place. But the kings were wise enough to know that the wars between the north and the south could not continue  too many lives had been lost and too much money spent on war. And so they met one morning in the center of the beautiful city and devised a simple plan.

I have the greatest warrior of them all in my army, said the king of the north. He is a captain and has won many battles. There is no man whom he cannot defeat.

But I know of a greater warrior, declared the king of the south. He is a simple man but he is brave and skilled in battle.

Then we shall place these two men in combat, declared the king of the north, and in this way we shall see who will rule this city.

And that is how it was decided. So while the king of the north secured the services of his undefeated captain, the king of the south asked the brave Charles if he would fight for the glory of his king.

I will gladly fight for you, said Charles, but I must first complete my pilgrimage. When I return I will do battle with this captain and hope that I shall win the city for my king.


And so Charles tried to put the impending battle out of his mind and instead began on his holy pilgrimage.
On his travels, Charles came across a sickly leper who was begging by the side of the road. Despite his obvious hunger and desperate state, the people ignored the poor man and walked past him as if they did not know he existed. But Charles stopped and asked the man, Wont you please come with me to the inn and eat and rest?
The poor leper agreed and so Charles helped the man up onto his horse and led him to the inn in the next village. Once they were there, Charles and the leper ate from the same wooden plate, and later they slept in the same room.

When nobody would even look at the leper, Charles was willing to share his food and the warmth of his bed with the stranger because he was not only a brave warrior but also a generous man who believed in helping others.
It was late in the night when Charles was sure he heard a wind blowing through the small room, a wind that seemed to penetrate his very heart; and on the wind he heard a soft voice:
You were kind to me, Charles, and so I bestow upon you a precious gift. Because you are brave and true of heart, none shall ever defeat you in battle.

When Charles awoke the following morning, the leper was nowhere to be found, but the young warrior remembered the voice from the night before and he felt within him a new sense of determination.
It was not long before Charles completed his pilgrimage and traveled south to where his king waited anxiously for his return.

Do you know that the people declare you to be the bravest and most daring of all men in the land? enquired the king as Charles entered the royal palace. I agree with the people, I know that you shall make us all proud today and win for us the last remaining city in these lands.


Later that morning a large crowd gathered on the edge of the city. People had come from near and far to see Charles do battle with the soldier from the north.
As Charles entered the arena he was nervous and uncertain of his skills. The soldier from the north was tall and muscular, clad from head to toe in shining gold armor, and his reputation was well known. He was undefeated on the battlefield and showed his enemies little mercy.

The two men stood opposite each other with their swords in hand. The crowd hushed in expectation. Charles felt his heart beating furiously in his chest. I must be brave, the young warrior thought to himself. I must not shame my family or my king. And if I am to die today, then I must do it with dignity and with my sword in my hand.

It was then that Charles heard the voice of the leper on a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees and lifted the sand from the earth. Because you are brave and true of heart, none shall ever defeat you in battle.
With the lepers words held firmly in his heart, Charles tightened his grip on his sword and charged towards the soldier of the north.

We will never know if the leper was a ghost or a god or a saint, but his words were true. Charles defeated the soldier that day and won for his king the most beautiful of all the cities in The Runiverse.
Charles became a hero to the people of the Runiverse. His adventures and his many victories became the stuff of legend, and he was forever known as the generous and brave warrior.


Archmagus Cassius of the Field

Cassius is not even mage. Just drunkard with mage-friends who have terrible sense of humor.

> "Please, let me go, I don't even know what I am doing here !"


Shaman Armstrong of the Sun

"Well, now that I am here," she continued, "there are a few things I would like to collect.  Things left behind.  Things that were" she paused, "sacrificed."

Shaman Armstrong stared blankly at her.

"Given that I know *where* I am, but not quite *when* I am, Ill need a guide.  Come along," and she walked out the door.

Shaman Armstrong followed behind as the tear in the fabric of space-time, still hanging in his living room, quietly mended itself.


Marcellus Chopper of the Tower

Marcellus has lived a noble life thus far living in the Tower as his current residence. He has been known to chop anything in his path with his flaming firebrand sword and even has his loyal companion Milano the Jaguar by his side. He holds a Tanker Heater shield as a family memento. His entire family holds and battles with these shields and are passed down to further generations as they bring good luck and protection while wielding the flaming weapons that they possess.

Marcellus even has a dark history of being an assassin in his past to keep his family safe but has only struck first after being initiated and forced to do so. This is his remembrance by wearing the Assassin tunic clothing. Marcellus even has been known for being too serious at times but his wife, Bellicina Cleaver of Monsters, tends to balance this out for him.

He also has several friends throughout the Runiverse which include, Setsuko Cleaver of the Realm, Meteo Hero of Machines and Rothschild of Goblins. Each having very different personalities along with strengths and weaknesses. We have fought together several times in the past and have always made it out alive. With our powers combined we are unstoppable and will have each others backs until the end. The latest known adventure recorded together was a mysterious light bulb frog hunt.


Bae Hair Gel is an offspring of Giga Chad. Need I say more?!

Alchemist Aden of Avalon tends to have mysterious links to this little creature. They share a bond that is like no other.

While Bae Hair is not of the topaz slime type like his other slime followers, Aden most likely has something up his sleeve that is related to this...


Barika Belligerent of the Thorn

Barika was born to a wealthy family of privilege, and she was always expected to uphold the family name. But she was never content with the status quo. She was always challenging the expectations put on her, and seeking out new adventures.

When she was old enough, she left her home and set out on her own. She quickly realized that the world was not as simple as she thought it was. There was so much pain and suffering, and she was determined to make a difference.

She became a fierce warrior, and fought against anyone who caused harm to innocent people. She quickly gained a reputation as a fierce fighter, and people began to flock to her banner.

She became the leader of a small group of adventurers, and together they made a difference in the world. They fought against evil wherever it arose, and helped those who could not help themselves.

Barika was always seeking out new challenges, and she was never content to rest on her laurels. She was a true hero, and she will be remembered as such.


# _You don't even know bruh..._

## So I got in with the wrong crew right? I was in some fucked up hair, you know? I was slime on top of slime you feel me?

### hold up a sec G
I'm uh..
# *just spaced out but I'm back bro what it do*?
## Oh yeah well like I said they're all shitheads. BAD VIBES LOL! Like they would legit just
uhhh. idk man some sketchy dudes like no thanks in the bank m8

# But im solo now. Just a slime in time, you dig?
## I'm more *alive* when I'm *dyin* brother bear and don't you forget it
but for real dog it's all there still there, every last piece and guess what

I know where they stashed it all.

# idk maybe I show you maybe we split 70/30?
I know you not about to turn down some loot

## doooope just gimme like 45 minutes then we'll get going


Millicent Vindicator of the Mountain

Millicent was always a warrior at heart. As a young girl, she was constantly training with her Boomerang, in hopes that one day she would be able to protect her village from harm. Her mother was murdered when she was just a child and everyone in the village blamed her father. Millicent knew the truth, however, and she was determined to prove her father's innocence and find her mother's killer.

As she grew older, she continued to train with her Boomerang and her null goat, Violet. She knew that one day she would confront her mother's killer and she was ready.

One day, Millicent finally confronted the killer. It turned out to be one of her mother's friends, who was jealous of her success. Millicent was able to defeat the killer and finally clear her father's name. She was able to bring peace to her village and she was finally able to rest.


Adept Vossler from the Shadow

# Adept Vossler from the Shadow

Vossler was born different. He didn't like doing what "normal" kids do, instead, he loved torturing little animals, darkness, and black magic.

When he grew up, he decided to master the art of black magic. He trained with his friend Merlin, which by accident, he converted into a monkey casting one of his most powerful spells to the date. He had the ability to transform humans into animals.

Years passed by and he specialized in the art of Shadows. He is still learning and his goal is one day to become Master Vossler.


Moog the Lackluster

Moog the Lackluster

@wizard5920 Rowenas preferred steed, humble yet brave; she takes him to cross the Dark Shadow Valley every month to make her fertility rituals, since he is the only one that is not scared of the magical plants on the path.

As Moog slurps his favorite food, sweet beetroot soup, he drips some on his bandana giving it a progressively deeper purple hue.


Glorf Shark of Nightmare Paradise

# Glorf Shark of Nightmare Paradise

Glorf always wanted to explore and leave Goblin Town behind but his parents always forbid him. When he grew up, he and 3 other goblins, went on an incredible expedition up North to never return.

They needed to train very hard to be able to defend themselves and survive the danger. 1 Goblin decided to master the Sword, another Goblin the Axe, another the Staff, and Glorf decided to master the Bow skills.

They encountered many fights but always found themselves victorious. They are still roaming up North discovering the incredible world of the Runiverse.


Maud Bruiser of Thunder Mountain

Friends and foes call her Ma u d Bruiser.


Lich Despot Ratko of the Thorn

# Lich Despot Ratko of the Thorn

Battle Mage Ratko was eager for power. He never stand out as a mage, as his magic skills were mediocre.

He volunteered to be burned alive as he believed reincarnation was the way to become stronger in the art of magic so he could fulfill his desire.

It happened very quickly and Lich Despot Ratko was born. His emerald staff turned into a Fire Stone staff which had an insane amount of power inside but due to the fire, his face and body got burned badly, making Ratko unrecognizable but he didn't care about that, he only cared about the power.

He is now waiting patiently for new souls to be discovered and together rule the Runiverse to defeat all their enemies. Time will come.


Shaman Armstrong of the Sun

# How it Ended

"Um... Is this legal?"

The soulsmith looked up from inspecting her tools.

"It is, though few practice the art."

"I didn't know souls could break."

"Souls are malleable, very resilient. But when they're broken..."

"Can you mend mine?"

"Else I would not attempt it."

"Then begin."

"Tell me the questions that pain you."

"Why did she leave me?  Will anyone ever love me?  Can you really me n  d..."

The soulsmith cauterized, wrote the words NEVER LOVED HER, and spun the world 99 times.

"Who are you?"

-- Source


Marcus Impaler of Blood

# Marcus Impaler of Blood
Marcus had a miserable childhood in a rough neighborhood. Like countless others he had only an abusive hateful father to look after him.  From a young age he was forced to work every day to pay for his fathers many luxuries and habits.  Over time he developed a lot of strength, a lot of greed, and a lot of hatred. Any innocence he had left was gone long before the day he stole the family heirloom trident and killed his father with it very slowly. He took what little his father had left and started peddling on the black market while exploiting and scamming his customers relentlessly. Once he had the capital he bought up all the liquor in his small costal town and opened the only bar. There were other bars before but they all mysteriously burned down the day before. To this day The Bloody Trident Tavern remains a thriving dive bar and acts as Marcus base of semi-legitimate operations. The upstairs is frequented by a rougn crowd and the low ceiling leaky basement has a fighting pit, quiet backrooms for negotiations, and warehouses where the most valuable and illicit goods are sourced in and out.


Brock Clubber of the Duck Alliance

# I am the One who Brocks

Into conflict I hurtle

Aside my battle turtle

What's that tickling your face?

It just might be my spiky mace

I fear no warrior on the field

For I wield an impervious shield

I am free, I show no compliance

Unless it be to the Duck Alliance

I kick trees, I punch blocks

Fear me, I am the One who Brocks


Zola of the East

Zola of the East spends most of her time drinking, singing songs of woe to the moon. She sports both the rune of sun and the shield of moon; standing in a middle path with her null goat.

Zola, though a warrior at heart, has become disheartened with the conflict that destruction and ruin that war brings. She looks to the void and wishes she could join the souls on the other side.


Astaroth Render of the Street

Astaroth was a bad dude. He did bad boy things. Prowling the night with his panther, you know he was up to no good. Party all night and sleep all day that's the way Astaroth Render of the Street rolls...


Shaman Rowena of the River

Shaman Rowena of the River

The power she has over water keeps the forest and animals in equilibrium, not only is her River magical, but also sacred and secret.

No one knows how ancient she is, but she used to be considered as a goddess, as she spread her knowledge in herbolary.

The rune featured can be used to summon her, as she is benevolent but also enigmatic; it is a great task to find out how to do the ritual, they say crocodiles can give you a clue on how to find her because she has affinity with them.


Alchemist Junko of the Steppe

# A sudden surge

### Alchemist Junko of the Steppe is a master of concoctions and potions, and is always seeking new ingredients to add to her repertoire. She is often accompanied by her loyal owl, who helps her to find the rarest and most potent ingredients. Junko is a kind and gentle soul, but she is not to be trifled with - her potions are powerful and sometimes unpredictable.

### Her owl  is a constant companion, and is said to be just as intelligent as Junko herself and is said to be able to understand her mistress's words. Junko named her  after the first ingredient she used in one of her most potent potions - a rare and deadly plant from the steppes, Nightshade. It is  said that the owl is the only creature that can safely approach Junko when she is working with her potions, and that the owl is the only one who knows the secrets of her potions.

### When Junko was young she was apprenticed to a great alchemist. She showed great promise and was soon able to create simple potions and concoctions. However, her true talent lay in her ability to create new and unique potions, using ingredients that no one else had thought of.

### One day, while Junko was out collecting ingredients, she was attacked by a group of bandits. They demanded that she hand over her potions and ingredients, but Junko refused.
That was when she met her owl, who had been watching the whole thing from a nearby tree. The owl flew down and perched on Junko's shoulder, and Junko felt a sudden surge of power. She was able to fight off the bandits and make her escape.

### Since then, Junko and her owl have been inseparable. The owl helps Junko to find the rarest and most potent ingredients for her potions, and Junko has come to rely on her owl's guidance and wisdom.