Rachel Champion of Worlds

# Rachel Champion of Worlds

_Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night_

Theres no lie in the sentence that greatness comes with a single opportunity. The thing is most of us will never have that, but even if that opportunity comes, theres a big chance that you have to lose yourself to that decision. That might sound too dramatic, but let me tell you my story, there's many ways to remind us that our opportunities always have a catch. Anyway it's hard to believe that if you are in the bottom there's anything for us that wont come with a prize.

I'm from one of the colonies in the forgotten side of the system. A slavery port filled with the outcast of the empire, have never been or seen as citizen, always been nothing to all of them. Raised between the snakes, the hunger and the thirst. Are any of you able to judge me?

The history of me that you might be interested in started in a tournament, The Empire Circus, it was a series of gladiator fights that ended in the surrending or dead of your adversary, every slave port in the Empire was able to participate with their best warriors, it was the only path that could give you the citenship, wealth and recognition in the whole empire.


Ive always been a warrior, my sword is lethal as time itself, that's the reason I came to the Empire Circus with hopes of greatness and prosperity to me and even my people. Such a naive girl I was at that time. As the games started the thirst of blood raised in me, there was nothing to lose, my inner warrior was the only thing that had control. Ive become ruthless every fight was as meaningless for me as the other one. I was raised for war, the sting of my blade was made to blind the life of my enemies. My frenessi wasn't stopped until I met my final enemy, he was my master, a brutal but incredibly wise warrior, too old to be a threat for me, but good enough to defeat every single other contesterer.

I knew every secret of his. Rapidly, his blood was dripping from my sword, he taught me every single move of his repertoire. I felt shame for the old man and guilt in my guts, but losing was not an option. I made him lose his sword but he didnt give up. I begged him to surrender, but he kept fighting, the anger and the hate filled me, so I crossed his heart with my sword Im Rachel Champion of worlds, pity in that pathetic title, pity in anyone who wants to deal with my sword and my strength, there's nothing left, theres nothing to win neither, but I won't lose, thats my nature, I will survive no matter what.


Battle Mage Malthus of the Plains

# The Lore of Battle Mage Malthus of the Plains
Malthus began his life in the Plains, but was exiled to a desolate camp along the range of the Battle Mage Mountains early in his life. It is here he first met his companion, Perseus the rat. In order to survive he quickly developed an aptitude to thieving and sneaking, though he never took more than he needed to just get by. He would hone these skills and grow up to do mercenary work many others wouldn't take. He quickly earned a reputation of being willing to take any job and completing the job quietly and well. Most skilled with enchantment magic, he often aims to influence and manipulate animals and others.

As he's continued to age, Malthus has sought to travel as much as he can. He likes to play board/card games and smoke by the fire with his partner Larissa, their familiars, and his pony Bubaloo. He is a romantic inside but shows it to few. His rose not only helps him channel his magic, but is also a reflection of his thorny exterior and love of beauty.

Malthus with his trusty steed Bubaloo.

Fun little pair of gifs of Malthus' rat, Perseus, taking his rose and giving it to Larissa.

Poem by @MargaretLabour

Malthus and Larissa teaching chess to their familiars.


Colormancer Rainman of the Realm

If youre lucky to spot the end of a Runiverse rainbow, youve caught the bold Colormancer himself!  Creating those color-filled arcs across the skies is Rainmans passion, and he does it well.  He dashes from one rain storm to the next, broom aflight, with his trusted gumdrop familiar Aiko.  A cute pair, be sure to wave the next time you see them fly by!  Shout hey now, Aiko, Aiko, ayay!


Geomancer Isaac of the Sacred Pillars

# New Lore Entry

Isaac was raised as a Geomancer. Fitting for a man with skin that resembled the earth, and hair as red and as gently flowing as freshly sprouted lava. But doubts surrounding his upbringing constantly raged in his mind. His mother assured him that he was simply a "unique and special" little boy. Her words did little to quell his spirit which would continue to draw his mind, and eventually his body, away from the family he had known.

Free to roam the world, Isaac traveled the lands guided by nothing more than a nearly imperceptible yearning, encompassing and mysterious as fog. That fog would soon part. Making his way across a secluded area of the lands, Isaac searched for signs of an ancient swampland he had learned of in tales told by historians when they had imbibed too much ale. Off in the distance disguised as a mirage in the reflected head of the landscape, he could see a circular structure. As he approached this structure, pillars of marble became clearer; as did his mind and spirit.

Isaac had found his peace. But with this peace, he had also found power. The Sacred Pillars, as they had once been known to story-tellers long passed, were support for a temple of antiquity constructed at the convergence of the known great ley lines. Feeling at home and bonded to the lands, Isaac settled down to start a peaceful life. With the passing of time, Isaac continues to hone his skills of a Geomancer, while learning to tame the chaotic, pure power of the great ley lines.


Witch Tabitha of the Marsh

# Tabitha and the Forgotten Orphanage

In the early twilight of that eventful day, wisps of mist rose through the meadows and willow branches. In the distance, only the peaks of the snow-capped mountains could be seen through the haze.

The little village on the edge of a sprawling and musty-smelling trout pond was a pitiful sight. Luck didnt come here for a long time and it was to stay that way for a long time to come. It was enchanted and the remaining residents shuddered when they thought back to the events of the past few years.

First came the great plague, slow and creeping. No one realized the danger until it was too late. And then came death.
And this small village was not the only one of its kind that fate had horribly afflicted.
Many villages and entire towns and cities had fallen prey to the insidious disease.

It just sneaked up upon its victims and those initially thought they were only having a bad day. Some had a runny nose, others had a mild cough or a stabbing headache. But nothing too onerous. After a few days, sometimes weeks, things got better and people went back to their jobs. All well. Back to the fields, back to the forges and workshops. They met at markets and in taverns and had a good time. Drank beer from the mug and ate meat from the plate. Together, as if nothing happened.


But then, much later, out of nowhere and violently, it came back as if it had never left the body at all. Hidden in the deep innards, biding its time. The fever started spreading. The worst and most terrible thing was the cough and then the feeling that the cough could no longer escape from the body, but also that no new air would enter the vaults of the chest.
Panting and squeaking, the wretches craved a glassful of emptiness, but nothing more than a straw-thin stream of life could be gained. Once, twice and nevermore. It hurt, it burned and the eyes bulged. The pour souls turned blue and gasped until life left them and they just slipped out from where they lay into the life after.

A whole region, full of villages, towns and communities suddenly became very quiet. Except for the whimpering cries of the countless children who were left behind and now orphaned.

Because the curse  it must have been sent by a dark and powerful dark summoner, only struck the residents who were of age and made them die miserably, slowly and without chance of survival.
Where the curse came from and who brought it over the land, nobody in the land of forgotten runes knows yet.

## A few Hoovlecks away...*

Come here, you old mare!! Jingle-Jangle! Move your hooves. I havent got all day. I had a vision, a dream and I have the feeling that an adventure is about and we have be in the midst of it. cried Tabitha, after finishing her sturdy breakfast of oatmeal and fried egg and stepping outside the door of her cozy litte hut in the swampy Marsh.

...to be continued.

*Refer to the lore of Jingle Jangle the Tranquil

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*Refer to the lore of Jingle Jangle the Tranquil

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Aurelia Demolisher of Muscle Mountain

# Aurelia Demolisher of Muscle Mountain

_One had better die fighting against injustice than die like a dog or a rat in a trap.
Ida B. Wells_

I was not born as a warrior, but Im from a mining town and there you gotta be born tough; tons of heavy work in the dark, the dirt and the heat build us strong and resilient. Our mines were not easy at all but the reward was generous, that was our doom, the stories of our prosperity runned fast to the ears of the most infamous thieves, we knew it so we started improving our army with instruction and proper guns and armor, sadly even with our shiny guns of the most powerful steel our people still werent the best in the art of war, we were still an easy win for a well trained army.

This wasnt my case, quickly I developed great skills with the maze and I earned the title of Demolisher, I was proud and couldnt wait to be proved in real battle, sadly my desire became real in matter of weeks, and the result was total humiliation and the lost of our city, the ones who couldnt scape were murder with no hesitation. I swear revenge there wasnt anything else in my mind after that day.

After a year of preparation I had a team and a plan, we werent enough to properly reconquer our home but I had a plan to sabotage and destroy the whole mountain, if our town and our mines wouldn't be ours, wouldnt be of anyone else. Theres no greatness in looted land so we didnt have any kind of compassion for any of them and started our plan.


The plan was simple, at least for us who were the ones that built the town and the mine. We got explosives and we went for the main holders of the foundations of the mine and the mountain itself. We did it at the night and we were a little group just seven well trained ex-miners, no one knows those lands as we do, so wasn't that hard for us, we placed the explosives and went out fast, sadly not all of us make it and three of our guys were stopped to check their identities. The whole plan was in danger, there was no time, we only got that chance, so I decided to start the explosions even with them in there. The rest of the group didnt agree, but my plan worked and now its the grave of all the invaders and the rest of our team Thats how I got my title Aurelia Demolisher of Muscle Mountain and  Im still so proud of it.


Enchanter Devon of the Platonic Shadow

Alchemist Journal Magazine Review
of Enchanter Devon's Potion of Life

1,0 de 5 ESTRELLAS!  - by Benito Montoya

An Unmitigated Piece of Crap!!!!

Compra verificada - traducido a ingles

This do nothing for me the hand.  Potion of Life?  Life?  I lost my sword hand in a duel, i quaffed zee potion of life from Enchanter Devon, confident in renewal..
 NOTHING!!!  Life??  LIFE!  You keep using this word..  I do not think it means what you think it does..  I barely feel tingle in hand.

OK, I give one star because really tasted great and was quite refreshing on what was a very hot day on the pitch.

EDIT **** hand grew back 2 days later.  Not changing review.


Warden Dispatcher of Rats

# Warden Dispatcher of Rats

_There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
 Ernest Hemingway_

Im Warden, its odd how my name was made to keep my servitude. I have never been a pawn, I have never been replaceable in our novelty, my class is far away from the ones to forget. For the same reason, cant been dumb or naive. At the end our titles are just part of this game of power, so reason will be always aware of our madness. Don't ask me about it, what is it? Am I Plato? Im sure Im not, but let me tell you, that in all the edge of life youll be aware that simple answers are always closer to the truth.

Im not a superstar in my community, but for the same reason I kept myself dangerous to my enemies. What do you think about dealing with an unknown enemy? Im pretty sure it would be a bigger threat, the unknown, knows how to mess with our mind, especially if you are as lethal as me. Ill be lying if I tell you that my hopes and dreams are not full of the submission and death of my enemies, my plans are accurate and have no vainglory, Ill never undervalue an enemy. Believe if Im killing you, Ill measure every single way to take you down. Also be proud, I wont waste my time in a meaningless life, its almost a gift to feel my deathly blade on your flesh, it will mean that a rat like you had matter in this world, even being trouble to our greater cause.


Im Warden Dispatcher of rats, but don't forget that for all of you, the rats are beyond your possibilities, feel proud to be in the hunt, try as hard as you can, not for win, because its impossible, but try to stay on top of your game, dont let your last breath as a example of mediocrity and despair.


Diana Conqueror of Goblin Town

# Diana Conqueror of Goblin Town

_"Only the dead have seen the end of war."
 Plato _

Let me tell you a little about my title, not because it has a meaning, just because it is as vain as death itself and reminds me that my conquests are meaningless to my soul but sadly that's what matters in this world. War was always part of my life, theres not much more than this thirst of blood, frenesi and the urges for power. I have never had a title, the only one that was given to me was conqueror of goblin town and in that moment I was already a slave.

That taught me that youll never have a title to protect your own. It is not a shame itself, but Im sure my glory is far from it. At the end just remind me that every time I thought I reached real glory, was just a battle for someone else and a bit of oxygen for staying alive, it was just me desperate trying to subsist. Thats how I knew the elite was given in a path of knowless and hypocrisy and accepted for the ones that have lost any kind of judgment. I was that kind of man when I got my title, but now I know I want more than this, I deserve it and I will fight for it.


Im from a proud race that was conquered long time ago, we kept a bit of our dignity becoming their warriors, the front line in their more suicidal campaings in the south of our lands, we knew the lands and we are firce, so we are useful, but beyond that, we werent more worth it than a arrow crossing the chest of their enemies. I was chosen to slain and submit the Goblin Mountain, I knew them and we had tried to conquer them before, now our lines were stronger and our thirst for blood was inconmensurable, they were though but couldn't resist us for long, at the 8th night I bringed from their throne in the top of the mountain the head of the Goblin King. not for our people but for the ones that have done the same for us, what a shame.

I have left those days behind, I have used that power and recognition to bring back the dignity to my people, get my pride back. I know theres more beyond this and the horizon looks bright, Ill get what I really deserve. Im here for freedom and there is no greatness in servitude. Lets be worthy, I know our lives are for sale, but we are going to steal them from their cold dead bodies.


Pyromancer Nixie of the Moors

Beyond the quantum shadows, between the thorn and goblin town, lay the blazing moors, adequately named for an incident involving an infamous pyromancer named Nixie. You never know when you will cross paths with a wizard.

A group of goblin traders traversing the moors with their good in tacts were unfortunate enough to cross paths with Nixie on a bad day. The goblin traders dug their own graves, and they say that portion of the moors continue to burn a bright green till this very day.

The traders served as an example to all to steer clear of any cloaked figures accompanied by a swamp bullfrog with a menacing croak.


Gurgo Belligerent of Brown-Hat Wizards

# The Lore of Gurgo

Gurgo resides in Goblin Town with his brother Moka. With dreams of one-day becoming a political leader, he can often be found making inspirational speeches to non-wizard folk. Gurgo believes magic is unnecessary, and that all things can be achieved through technology and hard-work.

Gurgo is inspired by his highly intelligent brother and wants to celebrate ducks, a term used to describe proud warriors like himself who dont need magic to accomplish great things. Moka and Gurgo have plans to start The Duck March, a celebration of non-wizard folks. He is currently recruiting.


Diabolist Rumpleskin of the Capital

Rumpleskin makes the best magic weapons in the Runiverse. So good, Death himself hired him to make HIS scythe. Rumbleskin works his runeforge every day with his ghostly cat Lilith.  Unfortunately, if you're seeking an epic weapon, you're probably out of luck - such is his reputation, Rumpleskin chooses his customers, and not the other way around.


Pumlo of the Hills

>...

>breathe

>breathe

>breathe

**IT WILL BE DONE**

>eyes open

>darkness

>cave?

>speak

>no voice

>speak

>still no voice

>dream?

>pinch arm

>pain

>not dream

>look around

>faint light

>walk into light

>leave cave

>strange land

>plane of magic

>must prepare

**CROSS THE RIVER**


Magus Basil of the Mist

Im a wizard, Im a warlock,
Im a wonder of the age.
Im a sorcerer, magician,
prestidigitator, mage.

I can change into a chicken,
or perhaps a purple pig.
I can wave my wand and, presto,
Im a waffle with a wig.

With the power in my pinky
I can burst like a balloon
or transform into a tiger
with the head of a baboon.

If I wiggle on my earlobe
or I knock upon my knee
I become a dancing doughnut
or a turtle in a tree.

Just a simple incantation
and I deftly disappear,
which I never should have done
because Ive been this way all year.

And despite my mighty magic
Im impossible to see,
for I never learned the spells I need
to turn back into me.


Sharif Knockout of the Hall

# Sharif Knockout of the Hall

_The true ethical test is not only the readiness to save the victims, but also - even more, perhaps - the ruthless dedication to annihilating those who made them victims.
 Slavoj iek _

My history is not about revenge, its actually about justice, and for the same reasons is way more violent than a simple murder or torture history. The clue here is that the act of violence must purge and redempt all of us. Its the journey to send them all to hell, where they belong. My name is Sharif Knockout of the Hall, and this is the history of how brutal justice must be.

I was born and raised in a little nation, barely powerful, barely nationalist, barely aware of their own social fabric, barely aware of freedom. Might be nostalgia but when you realize you lost the base of your existence, in terms of community and individuality you start guessing what did they leave to you? Is there any existence left beyond our community and our individuality? The answer is pretty simple, slavery. Its funny how they believe freedom and community are dichotomous, its funny how servilism is part of their progress, its lame how the slaves have agree with them. Heatread should rise in coherence with this corruption, coherence its a matter of dignity and progress.

Im from the streets of a dystopian city in the desert, the mecha of industry and services, factories and enterprises with incredibly high utilities and makers of commodities of all kinds that are exported to all around the world. And as happens in this kind of urban places also it has the highest levels of inequality; concentration of capital might give faster results in matter of getting more money, mainly because our education has a lack of teamwork beyond vertical standards, and in the best scenario this makes a world of ships and shepherds, but as usually happens it became into a city of sharks where you cant trust anyone.


The situation got worse and worse, hunger and misery was the common denominator in the lower classes, but they were raised in apathy so they replicate it. At some point in my youth I decided that it must stop, so I started to organize reunions with some people that think like me, the idea was to change their mentality with community work and making stronger and friendlier their social tissue. Quickly we realize that in that precarity it was impossible to change their minds. We needed to start getting back some of the wealth that was produced by our city but never get in the hands of the ones that were part of that production.

It was winter and the famine was worse than ever, so we decided to rob a container of food to give to our people. The plan was a huge success or at least that was what we thought, but after a couple of daysof the hit, the mayor sent a message that this was totally unacceptable, told everyone in the country that our organization was a gang of rapists, robbers and terrorists, and that we had a conspiracy against him and all the other citizens. People started pointing us until one day the military started a operation that left no one alive, even people that had no relation with us was murderer just for being part of the streets. I was the only survivor of those years.


I hid myself for a couple of years and started making a plan for revenge. I got handy with artifacts and magic, and soon made a powerfull bomb able to fit in my hand, took me years to have it done, but that let me depurate my plan. There was a ceremony in the main hall of the city where all the highest ranks in each field reunited, well that afternoon with a full audience the hall was knocked down by me and my explosives, many mortal victims, but that was my first statement and warning to all the ones that their greed made them a danger for life itself, and was that justice can come in a blinding burning light.


Chaos Mage Wolfram of the Valley

> # A Note from Wolfram of The Valley
> This entry comes in excessively small print.

___ I am Wolfram. Chaos Mage. Wielder of the hobgoblin's flame and master of glen and grove. Or so I was, for a time. I have now trapped myself within my own chaotic weavings. For as the chaos finds you, so too shall the chaos leave. This is my story.

In my times of travel I had become known as Wolfram of 'The' Valley. Though as the road-folk would have it, this was not as much of a  "The" in the traditional usage as it was a "The" of the "A" sort. For I had no valley, but would be found in them often. As I find the peaks of mountains to be barren places. Quiet, desolate, and most egregiously orderly. Yet I digress.

I had made a small stint amongst the crashing thrum of Dream Master Falls at this time, and the itch was scratching up and down my spine like a frenzied hawk. Things were too "in place" for me here, and as much as the inkpots and woodfire did for me the room had become all too square. So it was at this time I set off, leaving the door of that dreadful place open for some fastidious badger or the like, down into the great wild and towards The Fey. One can never expect the interworkings of a fey, and it was just what I needed to begin a new jaunt through the realm.


I had made this walk many times, up and down the Dream Master River, and every stone and twig that had made it's way to some new place was a right treat. A cool wind that blew over my thoughts. That is what the chaos brings, that awareness of what is in place, and for a bright mind a constant itch that needs scratching. Even in some of the less tempermental woods I would find myself kicking up rocks and leaves, and on one occasion starting a wildfire that burned across the realm. Though that story is small and my legal consultation large so I will leave that be here and now. Though it did roll through my mind like a fine wine at the time.

At the time of finding myself at Dream Master Lake, amongst those smooth placid waters I nearly could not look. That water had always looked the same and forced my nausea from me at ever occasion. Irritating as it was, it had the best most chaotic waterfall in all the realm. Tit for tat I suppose. I covered my eyes and walked on, eight ditties of eight brass bands playing in my mind.

In the woods around Dream Master Lake I was happy again. The wind bent the trees and grass in most unexpected ways here, which calmed me be before my boring rush through the plains. Road-folk made requests of me as I crossed their path but I paid no mind to them. I had the itch and it was a bad one. I had no time for their trifle rashes and firey urines. I knew which folk would be there that day and what their requests would be and I couldn't bear to hear their blatherings. It was the fey I pursued.


It took no short walk for the beckons and calls of the road-folk to leave my ears. Their constant squeeling of my name had left me with the thought that perhaps it should be changed. It was while I walked and pondered this subject that I stumbled upon a fey, tall and slender and with a jack-o-lantern tottering around on his head. His skin was blue, and his robes long and black.

We sat in the forest and talked for a short while. It was during this conversation and through the fey's inquisitiveness that I became suddenly aware of own body. It changed so slowly it was hardly noticable. So, orderly. That chaotic itch began again, like beetles under the skin. My head and eyes grew hot and I scratched all over. At inquiry from the fey I explained myself.

I did not see it then but I see it now in my mind's eye. That wicked grin within the shadows of the jack-o-lantern. He had made plans for this, he told me the solution was simple, he would transform me. "Yes!" I said, "please!" From his robes he revealed an albino long-nose shrew, something altogether peculiar and unseen. This shrew stood nearly to my waist and was as good a candidate as any to stop the itch. In moments the fey had me transformed.

The me I had known still stood though. Hunched and twittering it ran from the sunlight and squatted by the roots of a tree. I yelled but no words came out, I had not yet taught myself how to speak again. From my past body came the strange half-words of a shrew's mind. I turned to the fey but he had gone, his callous laugh fading in the wind.


I moved my little hands to cast a spell, my voice screeching in a mousy way. The chaos had left me, and with it my magic.

Now I study the ways I may turn myself back, my old self locked as a pet. I think I may be able to train him to use magic, train him to change us, but I have my doubts.

I eye the sacred flame. Shining in the black beads of my shrew eyes.

I wonder... if it could change us back...?

I dash the thought from my mind.


Battle Mage Nicolas of the Tower

# Battle Mage Nicolas of the Tower

_Nicolas' story is being written_


Evoker Kalo of the Sacred Pillars

*Crooooak!*"

"Yes I see Kalo strokes his vocal sac, speaking to his golden toad, Hermie.

Kalo translates for the group, Hermie says the Rune is just beyond the treeline.

***CRRRROOOOAAK!!!*** Hermie jumps high into the air, startlingly.

Kalo has recruited Hermie the toad countless times to help him search for Runes among the sacred pillars.  Is it possible Kalo has finally found one?


Hippo the Lazy

After Hippos courageous efforts in the first and second Runic Wars, the valiant pony retired to enjoy the more idle parts of life.

These are his tales.


Sorcerer Kazud

A scholar since my youth, I was always more curious than even my most patient teachers cared for.  In many ways, I am still that same curious child.  I am all that is left of my family line, but I have rejected my surname and want to start a new, anonymous life without any suffocating family reputation.  Using my brilliant mind and curious spirit, I have accumulated more wealth than any wizard could ever need.  I continue to send my loyal blackbird Sanskrit out searching for my next project.  He recently returned from a scouting the Event Horizon with exciting news..


Cryptomancer Cedric of the Wood

> *The page is singed on all sides, and coated in an orange ooze that is warm to the touch. One particularly burnt edge dissolved in a semi-circular border, as if something took a bite. One quickly scribbled list fits between the goo.*

Remember to call mother, missed birthday

Close conduit to Nasty Town before company comes over.

Send invoice to @wizard4589 for the custom cypher.


Enchanter Tundror of the Hall

# Prophecy of a Trickster Prince

There shall come a cunning child from a certain home, a trickster but a boon. A voice of power will emanate and enchantments over both subject and object will flow.

There will be a mentor, a mother, who will guide the child through travail and tribulation.

There will be a trick over the trickster, and seven-hills-crossed, three-mages-met, and a snake set upon a course.


Alesssandra Slasher of all that is Evil

Slash slash slash, slashing hard but the wasp was sharper, cry cry cry like wine flowing into the sky, do you understand the realms that I come from I will show you pain I will show you life.


Spellsinger Ravana of the Desert

***The monk rings the bell to beckon his bird who has been released from the jaws of PROOF after the whisper of the CC0 incantation.***


Illusionist Thana of the Carnival

# The Mother, The Mentor

Since accepting the calling of the Green and the death of her parents, Thana had a quiet life tending a simple garden, hunting rabbit and small game when the season permitted, and delighting in the gossip of the trees.

The crystalline waters of the stream near her home gurgled uncannily this day, however. Some movement, a change, had begun and the bubbles were clearly upset, but Thana couldn't learn more as the accent was simply too thick. She was better with treespeak.

Her next few weeks of quiet evenings and crickets at night would be the last she enjoyed for some time, as the cogs of time slipped into their due positions once again, and players would be called to a game.


Fang Crumbler of the Arena

# The Doors of Perception

### We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies -- all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. "

 *Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception; written under the influence of mescaline.*

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Fang, Crumbler of the Arena, is here to guide cult members on a mescaline journey towards their higher selves that they may have lost along the way  or, perhaps, never knew. As a mescaline warrior, he is a warrior of the mind. This is not about ego death, exactly. We need our egos to survive. It is more of a placing of the ego as it fits in the workings of the Runiverse and beyond.

Will you seize the opportunity to level up?

Or will you take another blue pill?

It's up to you.
#


Charmer Galatea of the Hills

# Charmer Galatea of the Hills

Charmer Galatea

Knows how to disarm ya

By waving her staff to and fro

Stay clear of the stream in the hills

The one that brings chills

Between a rat and a giants toe.


Sage Hothor of the Lake

# Prologue

	A spyglass assisted view from Blue Wizard Bastion to the southwest reveals just the sparse beginnings of the forest that cloaks Dream Master Lake. Just behind the first groves of trees, a peaceful village and monastery sit in quiet contemplation. But it was not always a quiet, nor tranquil place to contemplate ones existence. Around a decade ago, a pair of blue wizard researchers eagerly put their new brainwave technology to the testwithout the recommended Ethics Committee approval.

	A series of magical relays were placed leading into the forest, and from a makeshift laboratory outside the bastions walls, the wizards began their experiments. Quickly growing eager to test their theories, they looked for a forest creature that could provide them with the quality of data that they desired. Recklessly, they decided on one of the most intelligentthe great owl. Some incantations later, a set of !magic program functions along with some test commands were uploaded and installed within any owl near their relay. The upload succeeded; and the owls awoke to foreign thoughts operating in their conscious awareness.

	The stubborn owls immediately set themselves to the task of understanding this persistent nagging. The wizards collected and analyzed the data, and the owls sat in meditation, interrupted only by brief, inexplicable periods of mental stress. The wizards congratulated themselves, and were excited to attempt their next exploit. Unfortunately for them, their code was poorly optimized for the owl runtime environment, and certainly not lightweight. Determined to return to their normal state, the Great Owls refused to accept this new normal.


One by one, each owl focused inward and discovered the logical structures the wizards magic had created within. What they saw was puzzlingtroubling, even; and yet, they realized they had already adapted. Taking back executive control, the owls disabled the intrusive processes dedicated to sudden and inefficient data transmission, and each began to explore the depths of its own psyche. When they discovered the functions for owl-to-owl networking, a real renaissance occurred. Suddenly, they were communicating and building shared knowledge. Soon, they started performing cluster computing. Decimating the local rodent population for the required calories, the owls finally succeeded and cast their first decentralized spell. Fully exposing the network of magical relays, the meddlers lab appeared on their conscious awareness. They started channeling yet another spell

	The wizards had gone back to the bastion to enjoy their success, but returned to see their laboratory completely reclaimed by nature. All their electromagical equipment, full of their precious data, was destroyed: split by roots and half-buried in a layer of fresh soil. A few young trees strained against the ceiling, threatening to bring the whole place down! The amateur wizards fled, fearing that they had angered some powerful spirit of the forest. When they returned to the bastion, their university professor greeted them at the gatesapparently a little bird had told him something! The experiments would not be continued, at least not by those two.


Back in the forest, all was calm for many years. The owls had no reason to change their ways; the forest had everything they needed and was their home. They spent years pondering the nature of their being and the Runiverse they inhabited. However, as their horizons expanded, so too did their fear. Some owls had dedicated themselves to divination in order to look out across the world; and the fearsome things they saw frightened them: the Quantum Shadow, the Psychic Leap, and all sorts of monsters of a nightmarish quality. Even humans, with their complex motivations, could be a threat.

	These things worried the owls; but they were not powerless, and they also knew that they could make allies. Deciding to leave their mark on the worldcarve their rune upon the door, they prepared what would be their most powerful spell. For nearly a year they conjured, staking their magical essence into the wide circle of runes etching into the stone floor of the cleaning. Four owls, the most wise and dedicated to the cause, flew down and stood just inside the circle of runes, and the spell was cast. A great chain of sigils, bathed in a pillar of warm light, gently descended from the heavens to inscribe themselves into the runic circle. As the final seal landed into place, light engulfed the forest floorand no being, owl or otherwise, dared try to witness...

	When the night sky finally showed the stars once more, reopened eyes landed upon four great statues of polished stone. Their hopes and dreams made manifest, the owls retired from spellcasting and rested, waiting for their new friends to find their way home.


Shamus the Brave

Glimmering rays of the full moon shone upon a small knoll. The tall mounds of wood and leaves, around Shamus, danced in the harsh icy wind as snow began to fall. The burble of a nearby creek echoed throughout the grassland, and a fire crackled and hissed just above Shamus. The old wizard dismounted and tucked his magical staff into a pouch on the side of Shamus' saddle. He relieved himself of his footwear before tucking himself into the short dry grass of the hillside and propping his feet up by the fire. With a pipe in hand and his brim tucked over his wrinkled face, the wizard dozed off into a deep sleep. The growl of his snores kept Shamus awake, though Shamus had no sleep to waste. There was a long and arduous journey ahead of him.


William Stabber of Rats

# William the Magic Warrior

## A Humble Beginning:

William was an odd character. There was often an aura of mystery about him. * Legend had it that he was a great hero, endowed by the gods themselves. Though he seemed completely passable. Nothing of him seemed out of the ordinary and certainly not extraordinary.

William could be found on the fringes of The Fey. He often spent his day fishing, foraging in the forest and speaking with odd wizards that left him in a state of perceptual awe. He was in love with all magic and seemed intrinsically drawn to it. Though he did not posses magic himself.

On long excursions to nearby villages, William passed by many folk. Though never did he once see anyone whom particularly interested him. H was a solitary man, who preferred to keep to himself. He did not even feel connection to the many beast and critters of the fey, but rather, quite annoyed with them.

William had heard an ancient tale that seemed to speak of him. In his younger years the village astrologer had William's parents convinced that he was Wiltus, a legendary hero of the Runiverse, destined to be born soon. The village much anticipated his birth, hoping that it would be the event that put them on the map and opened up better trade opportunities. However, his birth cause much disappointment.

And so, William worked as a mercenary. He would take jobs in slaying monsters or fighting in nearby skirmishes. He made a good warrior and he was satisfied with his way of life.

End of Book I

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End of Book I

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*An ancient manuscript in the Runiverse read:
> In the early Years of the Monarch God, A-Tul slew Solan, God of Light, and in his act endowed three mortal men with his power. Shortly after A-Tul,God of Wrath, decended from Elysium to Adamah, becoming the mortal Illander. After the death of Illander and at the beginning of the Solar Years Adumek was born, the first of three mortals endowed by A-Tul. The last of these men was Osirion, Scorn of Adamah, born many thousand years after the death of Adumek, Smith of Azan. In the middle of these warriors was born Wiltus, known as William, he who slew Rattus.

This manuscript was believed to have been penned by the @wizard0 himself. Though it is not certain.


Sage Atlas of the Steppe

To the life ahead of me and my darling cat, Dorothy.


William Stabber of Rats

Coming Soon...


Death Crow Jay of the Abandoned Waste

Ive had many lives.  Some, I cant really even remember anymore.  Some, Ill never forget.  The one thing I do know is that I have no idea how this farghin' cat and I met.  It just hangs around, zombified vomiting blood all the time.  Its disgusting.  Did I make that?  Holy Tartarus.  Thats just embarrassing work.  Just know, I am a powerful undead raven who will fargh your shit up, respectfully.  Just please ignore the cat, and we'll get along..  or not.


Void Disciple Malcom of the Havens

What can I say, man?  This cannabis potion ruuuuuules.  After a few months of buying a LOT of it, I managed to figure out how to perfect it myself.  I've worked on the recipe every day for the past 7 years.  Its awesome, dude!  It's by far the best in the Runiverse if I do brag.  This sh!t literally slows down time and sends you out of body.  My dope little pal Seether likes it too!

Im thinking about spiking the punch at the next Runiverse Wizard Academy with it just to get everyone to relaaaax.  Wouldnt that be so dope?


Hedge Wizard Dante of Xanadu

# Dante loves the woods

Dante and his rat Nelson spend all of their time together outdoors. Laughing, jumping, playing, and casting spells in Xanadu was the best of time.

Then, one day, he tripped over a dumb stick. He picked it up and chucked it into the woods, but Nelsn took off.  He brought the stick back to Dante. Dante, not understanding, tossed it again. He didn't expect that Nelson wanted to play fetch, as rats don't typically like that game.

When Nelson brought it back again, chittering, Dante took a second look.

But it wasn't any dumb stick, it was a _Dumb Stick_. He couldn't believe that he'd find such a item lost in the woods. Who had it belonged to? Where were they now?

All he knew was that that stick just boosted his attunement to 4/4, making him the strongest in his class.

He couldn't wait to tell his friends...


Lewd Revenant Ophelia of the Undying Chill

In life, Ophelia was a powerful witch with an affinity for fire. She hails her magic from the Rune of Water, so you could say she was a bit of a rebel. She was devoted to the God of Tartarus and meant to bring him into the realm of the living, but instead joined him in the underworld of fire, where it is said her tongue stretches many meters, which is arousing to other revenants.  Ophelia is quite sick of all the annoying catcalls, and if you're not careful, it is said she'll trip you with her tongue when you least expect it.

At least she still has her ember toad, Linguee to keep her head on...  straight.


Eldritch Horror Azathoth of the Spike

# Champion of the Emerald Order

I have been known by many names...

Blind Idiot God. Nuclear Chaos. Daemon Sultan. Kraken.

Master calls me Thoth.

Friends call me Ritch.

The worthy call me Deliverance.

You will call me Horror.


Matilda the Romantic

The age of Saturn has ended. A childhood spent frolicking in the lush wolds of the Elysian Fields as a filly will be cherished, but a new adventure is nigh.

Matilda has become a mare, and her surveillance by stallions attest to her vigor and elegance. Any wizard or warrior who dares attempt to mount must have might, magic, and an acceptance that taming her may not ever be fully feasible.

With a whinny and a nicker, inhabitants of the secret tower sense the presence of a great steed indeed.


Druid Setsuko of the Palms

# Druid  Setsuko of the Palms

Druid Setsuko of the Palms wasn't always a Druid though Setsuko was from the Palms. Growing up in a desert environment of The Palms, life was harsh and when her father died when she was young, due to lack to simple availability of healers, she always vowed to ensure she will make a difference. However, the path to becoming a healer proved a lot harder than she expected...

Setsuko's quest proved to be a long one. It took many years for her to finally gain the Rune of Mercury and even then it needed a receptacle to channel this power. As it turns out, a dumb stick was all it took in the end after trying out various fancy wands and staffs. Along with Kabuki mask as per the family tradition, Setsuko became the Druid she wanted to be, specialising in healing as per her childhood life ambition. And got a cat. Well, a sun cat. But Sunny does not like people talking about him so that's all we will say here.

Anonymous.


Lewd Revenant Angus of the Ice Abyss

# New Lore Entry

The story of Lewd Revenant Angus of the Ice Abyss.

On December 24th, 2021 snow fell on the secret tower, a rumble in the distance. Then a whinny. From the Elysian Fields, a herd of 567 ponies appeared in the Forgotten Runiverse.

A story we're all familiar with... But a crucial detail was lost in time.

Lewd Revenant Angus of the Ice Abyss sat accompanied by his zombie cat Rue... Watching and waiting for the right moment to strike and feast on their favorite meat... The Forgotten Runes Pony.

What most Wizards do not know is that there were originally far more than 567 Ponies. It's been rumored that Lewd Revenant Angus of the Ice Abyss and his zombie cat have captured, tortured and eaten hundreds on their own.

If you encounter a zombie cat you must act quickly as Lewd Revenant Angus of the Ice Abyss is with out question... Nearby and unlike any other Forgotten Runes Souls.


Radna Death of the Dark Sentinel

# New Lore Entry for Radna Death of the Dark Sentinel

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Blubert Eliminator of Brigands

# New Lore Entry for Blubert Eliminator of Brigands

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Arch-Magician Celeste of the Hall

# Rescued

A commoner had been watching the wizards, never knowing when he might befriend one of their number. Weeks passed, with no wizard catching his eye.

Until one day, he noticed a purple-haired magician and her cat, sitting amongst a crew of 80, she stood out.

He noticed, she was ... unique.

One of 33, her midas rod twinkling to his eye.

In a snap, he knew she was the one, and their adventure began.


Pyromancer Scorch of the Pit

*[Excerpts from the poetry tomes of Pyromancer Scorch of the Pit]*

Rumble bump crunch rip
Scarfle brumble snap sip
Sounds like monsters having dinner
Won't you be our guest?

If you join we'll have some fun
We'll make nice memories
We have salad chips and dip

...What were you thinking?

Please.


Eldritch Horror Azathoth of the Spike

# Champion of the Emerald Order

I have been known by many names.

Blind Idiot God. Nuclear Chaos. Daemon Sultan. Kraken.

Master calls me Thoth.

Friends call me Ritch.

The worthy call me Deliverance.

You will call me Horror.


Chirk Impaler of Rogues

# Chirk, rogue impaling, and the application of imp farts.

Impaling rogues was a tricky job at the best of times.  Luckily though, Chirk was quite the expert at this niche field of skirmish.  That expertise was a good thing really, given it was Chirk's responsibility to lead a small band of Kobolds in the recent tit-for-tat exchanges with the Goblin scumbags.

Much to the amazement of his little crew, a small flying object was cobbled together using bits of scrap metal, string and a few really sticky bogies.  The key here, was the tiny imp that one of those clever old Wizard Kobolds managed to imprison inside the floating wotsit... just give the imp instructions, and they'll fly up REALLY high - like, 20 Kobolds high yeah?  Then, whenever the Goblin bastards hove into view, the imp pushes out a really high pitched squeaky fart that can only be heard by nearby Kobold ears.  Yes, EARS.  Can't believe some eedjits actually think these things are horns.  Honestly.


Anyhoo... one day Chirk and his pals were camped out at the crossroads near Goblin Town - perfect spot for an ambush innit.  Hidden nicely behind a bush, they all watched as the little flying "drone" (we call it that because the imp likes to hum to itself all the time) shot up into the air and hung above the treeline.  Sure enough, after a short while, the tiny imp pilot closes his eyes and forces out a *SQUUEEEEEE* and it's time for action!  Well, that would have happened if Chirk and the rest hadn't fallen asleep... *PEEEEEEEP FWWEEEEEEE* went the imp, but no - they were fast asleep.  Oh well, I guess the impaling will have to happen another day.


Ghost Eater Pandora of the Wood

The Hedge Wizard wood has been a magical hotspot for as long as any can remember. Nature magic is one of the purest forms in the realm, but even that can be corrupted. Born and raised in a nomadic clan of nature magicians, Ghost Eater Pandora showed a strong affinity for the mystical arts at a young age.

Their strong sense of magic eventually led to their downfall. The darkness called, and they answered, corrupting their gentle nature. Ghost eater Pandora went on to achieve many impressive feats, including slaying a mighty Gorgon, the eye of which they carry to this very day.


Azahl of the Secret Fire

Hidden beyond the reach of most, amidst the intimidating peaks of the Skylord Rookery, stands the secret tower. Many aspire to study the secrets stored within the tower, for it is fabled to host dictations of the old ways of magic.

None of the few dedicated to defending the tower is more well-known than Azahl of the secret fire. Their dedication to the old ways was rewarded by a call to order by the eternal flame. Armed with the feather gifted by the immortal phoenix, Azahl stands watch for any who may wish to misuse the teachings of the secret fire.


Cosmic Mage Alatar of the Temple

Hidden within the Vampyre mist sits a temple protected by wizards sworn to a secret order. At the head of this mythical order stands Cosmic Mage Alatar. It was foretold that one who could meditate at the deepest ends of the mist for months would achieve enlightenment. Alatar took on the challenge in his youth and had long since unlocked the secrets of the universe.

During his pilgrimage, he came in contact with the Hobgoblins Flame and his signature cape, items strong in magic. Challenge the Temple at the risk of incurring Alatars wrath.


Fortune Teller Liliana of the Valley

Seated between the high peaks of the sacred pillars sits the deepest valley known to commoners and wizards alike. Most know to steer clear of the lowlands, termed the abyss, but not fortune teller Liliana. The path to enlightenment is often paved with sacrifice. The journey into the darkest crevices of the abyss was one Liliana did not tread lightly. She was later rewarded for her faith with the gift of clairvoyance.

She now roams the realm with her trusted companion, the forever bat who she encountered in one of the many caves in the abyss. Look out for her signature purple attire, for the knowledge of your future may lay in her hands.


Sorcerer Allistair of the Ice

No environment is as unforgiving as the frozen peaks surrounding the sacred pillars. Ancient records all agree that the extremes hold the strongest connections to nature magic. Armed with this knowledge, Allistair the sorcerer traveled to the top of the world and became one with the ice.

And thus, Allistair became the vessel for one of the strongest forces of nature. It is rumored that the air turns heavy when he is near, an occurrence prefaced by the distinct barking of his stoic companion, the field dog.
It is fortunate that he prefers seclusion, keeping the unforgiving cold at the top of the world, where it belongs.


Akira Vagabond of Brigands

# New Lore Entry for Akira Vagabond of Brigands

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Geomancer Bullock of the Field

The fields beyond the carnival pass are known for the constant warmth and a gentle breeze. A choice location for humans and wizards alike, Geomancer Bullock of the Field can sometimes be spotted playing the lute with his merlins monkey, his jovial companion.

The pair are always the life of the party, bringing cheer to all visitors of the fields. Unfortunately, its not always sunshine and cheer, and Bullock has another side to himself.

Rumors of the Geomancer facing off against monsters streaming in from The Fey. Bullock stands alone as the only defense between the good people visiting the fields and the dark creatures born of the strong magic permeating the thick Fey woods.


Bard Zagan of the Citadel

Calista is a commercial hotspot known to mages and humans alike. Second, only to Calista, Bard Zagan of the Citadel is well known for his popular performances in the largest hall in the city. His singing constantly captures his audiences hearts, so much so so that his performances are considered a magical event.

Zagan owes his success in part to the sirens harp he managed to obtain while accompanying a party of adventurers as far as Aldos Isle. The harp enhances Zagans magic to the point where his singing is irresistible to all but his companion, the golden frog.

Zagan has been known to dabble in magic and music, sometimes seen alongside magical scholars of the Citadel. Zagans appearance can be a lot to take in at first, but his flamboyance and elegant singing voice win you over every time!

Be prepared to be swept off your feet by his performances and carried away by his charisma!


Faust of the East

# The Lore of Faust of The East

Faust variation by DALL-E 2022


Neko Monk of the Wild

# New Lore Entry for Neko Monk of the Wild

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Death Shroom Mycho of Goblin town

Everyone runs away from me in fear. I didnt ask to be created. I was formed by an unknown druid in a far off realm, and was pushed through the flame to become this undying creature. My pal Moss followed me through the flame.  I think I was created to fight, but all I want to do is to love.  The silver lining of the Sacred Flame?  My cockatrice egg forced itself to hatch.  I'm thinking of starting a cockatrice farm now...  to build a the mightiest cock army in the Runiverse..  hmm maybe I like the taste of this death after all..


Imari Despoiler of Goblin Town

# Imari Despoiler of Goblin Town

## Prologue

> _The peculiar thing about Amber, and I feel quite certain this fact eludes most modern smiths and weapon connoisseur alike, is just how exceedingly rare and exceptionally ancient this semi translucent and flaxen stone is._
>
> _Long extinct quantum pines, grand and lavish conifers that proudly and majestically extended towards the heavens, would in rare cases of severe trauma invariably bleed their sticky sap in gleaming globules. Such adherent resin would gather and cohere, stiffen and solidify._
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> _Then, should chance have it so as the ages pass and the very earth shifts, moves, lives - even as oceans recede, extend and crash about in reckless abandon - these near-magical artefacts would gather deep in the bosom of the deepest abyss._
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> _And one may think that surely the journey would end there. However, as even more eons pass and the ocean floors gather more sediment, the pressure growing and the very bottom of the world slowly grinding until -  millions of years after our grand greens shed their precious blood - new Amber, the lightest and hardest stone known to beast and man alike, one day emerges on new shores._
>
> _Legend even has it, though I admit to a certain degree of hesitancy in accepting its legitimacy, that embedded in some of this priceless scree one would find something even rarer still; an immaculate scale from long-dead ancient flying reptiles, imbuing the semi-translucent golden ore with fantastical attributes._

> Extended Notes on Precious Stones
> _Geologer Berowyn_

Goblin Town reeked.


Goblin Town reeked.

Not just a bad smell, mind you, but a near tangible stink that once it got into your clothes, or worse yet into your nose and mouth, it would tend to take up residence and never leave. And the peculiar thing about this malodorous wonder was that unlike most unpleasant smells, which one could get used to after a short yet painful time, the Reek (for some named it so) had a tendency to change and writhe like a living thing, declaring an endless war on your senses, sinuses and mucous membranes.

Sitting with his back to the wall at the back of a dark and dingy tavern in Yellow Wizard Haven, Imari had carved out a quiet corner for himself - the Reek for once being useful, ushering the serving maid away after hastily clonking down another mug of ale on his table.

"_Bleeeet._" came from below the table.

"I know, he's late as usual," Imari replied taking another swig of the stale brew. "But he'll be here, won't be able to stay away now that he knows what we carry."

Silence was the reply, accompanied only by the slight shuffling and scraping of hooves on wood. He lowered his mug below the table, felt a moist snout nuzzle his hand, a playful bump of horns on his shins, followed by frantic sloshing.

"There you go, have your fill and have a nap," he muttered fondly as his companion burped loudly before settling at his feet.

Leaning back on his chair, Imari idly considered a quick detour to the public baths at a vain attempt at scrubbing some of the filth off his road-worn attire as the front door exploded right off its hinges, flattening an unlucky patron against the far wall.


Noxious smoke billowed into the room as pandemonium broke out. Dark shapes entered slowly and fanned out, and Imari sighed.


Void Disciple Zeromus of Mu

Void Disciple Zeramus has always felt alone in life, questioning his existence and his value to society. As a kid, other children made fun of him and bullied him. Zeramus often found himself spending time alone wondering on adventures as he looked for ways to prove himself. Most of these adventures took place at night as no one was able to identify him and he could continue in the way he was most comfortable, alone. On one of these adventures, Zeramus found himself wandering by a pond where he came across an ember frog. The frog hopped up to Zeramus and showed him more positive attention than anyone outside of him home had in years.
As an adult, everyone shied away from Zeramus as he constantly felt more and more distant from every creature aside from Sarth. Zeramus couldnt find himself a job or a place that provided him with the sense of belonging he had been longing for. Constantly resorting to hunting through the wild as he looked to escape his regular experiences of melancholy, Zeramus set out on one of his adventures where he overheard a group discussing a possible solution to his negative experiences  Quantum Mushrooms. Rumor had it, that the use of a Quantum Mushroom would allow the user to experience worlds beyond the one in which the user existed. Zeramus thought that this was the perfect way to get away from the society that has shunned him since his youth. One day, Zeramus finally decided to take the next step and travel to the Quantum Downs to seek out Magus Devon for her specially crafted Quantum Mushrooms so that he could experience something else, another sense of existence. Zeramus purchased one of these mushrooms and headed home.


Once Zeramus returned home, he quickly sat down next to Sarth and pulled out the Quantum Mushroom. It did not take long for Zeramus to begin to experience a completely different world from that which he knew. He felt warmth and positivity. He felt welcomed by passersby. He felt . . . happy. Just as Zeramus began getting used to his new surroundings and feeling a sense of joy, the euphoria that had overcome him ended. Despite the quick ending to his journey, Zeramus felt a sense of inner peace and finally had a good nights rest. The next morning, Zeramus decided he was going to return to Quantum Downs to buy more mushrooms from Magus Devon. Upon his arrival, Magus Devon sensed Zeramus eagerness and warned him of the possible negative effects based on her own and others experiences. Zeramus heard Magus Devon, but refused to heed her cautions and bought as many Quantum Mushroom as he could afford.


The next day, Zeramus headed out and wandered into the woods taking the freshly purchased mushrooms with him. Once he found himself far enough into the wilderness, he ate one of the mushrooms. Zeramus began to feel similarly as he did the last time he ate one of the mushrooms, but the feeling wasnt as strong as before and the experience ended just as quickly. Zeramus decided to immediately take two more, but came away with the same disappointment as he was still unable to reach the euphoric outcome he was hoping for. Zeramus took his conundrum to its next logical step and thought that he must just not be eating enough of the mushrooms. Zeramus ate another couple of mushrooms and he felt an instant sense of euphoria rush throughout his entire being. This time, the feeling stayed with Zeramus much longer than he ever remembered experiencing before. Rather than sit back and enjoy it, Zeramus figured he would take advantage and wander through this new world alongside Sarth.

When Zeramus finally came to from this latest euphoric excursion he felt like he had been out for days. Aside from Sarth, Zeramus could see nothing but darkness and hear nothing but silence. He had never felt so lost in his life. It was almost as if in his search for belonging and brightness he found himself in a world of darkness and loneliness . . . in a void of nothing.


Gouged Revenant Merlon of the Mist

He wasnt always from the Mist.  Merlon was raised by a beautiful nuclear family on a sprite farm.  Merlon was a well natured, kind boy who never knew of evil. Until one fateful day...

Young Merlon was out exploring around the outskirts of his farm when he found a magic gem. It spoke to him. It was nice to Merlon, and began teaching Merlon magic.

The gem told Merlon to bring it back to his home, but not to tell his family. The gem had been so kind to young Merlon, he did as it said.
The morning after, Merlon woke to an empty house. His family, gone. All the farm animals also disappeared. What happened? That question ate at Merlons conscience for the rest of his *mortal *life.

Passing through the flame meant freedom from guilt..  and so to Merlon, it was an easy choice..  once in the Mist... Merlon realized it also came with - incredible new power.

Merlon was last seen heading to Goblin Town with a smilodon, but current whereabouts are unknown..  what kind of trouble is he up to?


Wild Mage Sturgis of the Court

# The Bonestave I'm holding has a double meaning to it. By the time you figure out what it is, you lost your waifuwizzie.

~ Sturgis


Hex Mage Atlas of the Gnostics

# Becoming Strongman

**Day 1:** Ran for 15 minutes, maybe 20 hard to know.

**Day 2:** Ran for 15 minutes, legs were sore from the day before also hard to breathe after a while. Ate half a bag of sour punch bites, love sour treats, but I don't think that helps the goal here.


Sorcerer Chooki of the Tower

# The Stonebound Rabbit Owner

> Rabbit Owner Chookity, or Chooki as the harefolk have come to known him, owns the Tower.
> The tower is 30035-floor building, home to the world's largest rabbit burrow, a truly grand feat of earthbound real estate.

## Life of one Chooki
As days go by, Chooki the Tower owner contemplates on how to further expand his earthy rabbit real estate business.

#
As we know, rabbits bring tremendous love into the lives of the Cult, and even more so with each other.
With their love growing stronger everyday, Chooki must conjure up new spells to be able to contain the exponential growth of their familiars. Either that, or Chooki will need to hire wizard chefs, able to summon the greatest of all delicacies.

#
We hope that Chooki never reaches that point.

## Under the Mask

# Relationships

@wizard3583 dreams of building his real estate empire, with their ultimate goal of one day overthrowing the real estate mogul that is @soul1732!


Everett Champion of the Mountain

# Everett Champion of the Mountain

_Superhuman strength and incredible prowess in battle_

There was a **mountain inhabited by the mighty**. They loved the same things we love today. There were those who loved art and music, those who loved battles, those who loved games.

## The Games

It was a group of them who invented **the Games** to proclaim the new hero in each discipline every year.

Everett was **the son of the wisest and most charming woman of them and a human king** born in a territory between two rivers. He had extraordinary strength and visited much of the world, in particular he traveled through the sea and had been fascinated by the Far East, where he learned the **true meaning of the word courage** and received as a gift a **powerful and rare armor**.

### Everett is ready to fight

Be it the annual Games or the difficult battles in which he is called to fight, **Everett is ready** together with his inseparable **onyx panther** met on the return way from the East.


Archmagus Casper of Limbo

It should be here. Why cant I find them? Not a single mushroom. Three hours Ive been trudging through these bloody reeds. Two more hours and the moonlight will give rise to dawn. Without it, the damn things will vanish  thats even if theyre here to begin with.

BHAM! Fatigued and frustrated, he slapped the water in a huff. He stared hard at centre of the ripples, which slowly gave way to a worn, disgruntled face. Shaking his head, he leant down and cupped the water. It was crystal clear and icy cold. He brought his hands up to his lips, carefully drinking it. At least the cleansing water gave him some momentary respite. As he lowered his hands, he noticed two violet gems gleaming up at him from the water. They hadnt been there before Had they? He bent over, bringing his face to a hands-width distance from the water. Urrrgghhh?! he moaned. He was looking into a reflection with violet eyes that were not his own. He tried to yank himself back, but his head remained still; the woman seemed to find this amusing as she giggled in response. They stared at one another for a few more moments, before she turned her head slightly, giving him a coy look.


Sorcerer Remus of the Sands

Others see a plain brown wizard... only Remus knows the true power that is held within his Book of Spells.


Number 6 Razer of the Coliseum

# Number 6 - The Origin

Number 6 was born in an alcove within the great Coliseum.  His mother, a weathered woman of 26 years and countless battles, died shortly after giving birth.  One final victory, this time, away from the drunken leering of the horde.  As he lay screaming in her arms, she gave him a light squeeze. Not enough pressure to harm the newborn, but enough that years later, he desperately desired the embrace of another to feel truly safe.  As she took her last breath, his crying stopped briefly, as if he recognized something was happening, but the moment passed. When the guard found them the next morning, baby cradled in the arms of a dead mother, he called out to the warden: "Another one! Grab the lift!" Picking the wailing baby out of the corpse's arms, he briskly walked the baby to the gate. "Got another one, how many does that make?" he muttered to his colleague.

"Six. We're nearly done"


Canaanite Lord Moloch of Torment Manor

First MOLOCH, horrid King besmear'd with blood

Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,

Though, for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud,

Their children's cries unheard that passed through fire

To his grim Idol. Him the AMMONITE

Worshipt in RABBA and her watry Plain,

In ARGOB and in BASAN, to the stream

Of utmost ARNON. Nor content with such

Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart

Of SOLOMON he led by fraud to build

His Temple right against the Temple of God

On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove

The pleasant Vally of HINNOM, TOPHET thence

And black GEHENNA call'd, the Type of Hell.


Gouged Revenant Nolan of the Nightmare Dominion

I wander amongst childrens ethereal nightmares, trying to find a way out. I use a sparkling wand to navigate this dreamworld - Ive heard kids like them. I dont want to scare anyone, but it seems to be all Im good for while stuck in here.

*Nolan weeps a bloody tear*


Tank Protector of the North

A lone warrior wandered the markets along the wharfs of Kelpie's Bay. A tank with no companion or rune, armed with a partisan and simple round shield. The opportunity had arisen more than once to replace this simple shield, but it had held up through countless battles, and held back hordes of enemies. Tank Protector of the North wandered the markets in search of companions to rebuild his adventuring party, The Claw of the Chaos Chimera.
	Any good party must include members with strengths that complement each other. Tank's defense is impenetrable, but because of this, he lacked the means to finish many enemies on his own. The best offense is a good defense, but only to a certain extent. While in the wharf he noticed a particularly boisterous pirate, shouting orders at those unloading the casks of liquor from her ship.
       Typically, he would not have given this pirate a second look, but a detail on the side of her ship piqued his curiosity. "Nos was here" crudely written above one of the gunports. Tank had seen this detail before, while on Aldo's Isle recruiting the dragoon @warrior12844.
"Nos was here" Tank shouted, which silenced @warrior3966 mid-shout. This also seemed to arouse the interest of several others near the dock. "Get inside quick you muscle bound idiot" @warrior3966 shouted back. "Those words are not meant for mortal ears!". One of the laborers escorted  Tank to the captain's quarters. Immediately he noticed the map on the Navigator's table was covered in crude drawings. "Nos was Here." "Come for the cream, stay for the meme" Scribbled all over. @warrior3966 sat in a chair hunched over the Navigator's table as the doors shut behind them.


Aeromancer Lucien of the Oasis

Your local Houngan for hire, me dizzying magical skill take ya to new heights - quite literally.  My wind spells are best powered with Sun exposure, due to my natural Sun Voodoo proclivity mon.  Tweak a clump of my cats milk-white hair wit ya and bein' assured youll always land on ya feet using any of dem acrobatic or locomotive scrolls o' mine, mon.


Blade Dispatcher of the Road

# Blade Dispatcher of the Road

The air was heavy and cool in the valley. The thick fog rolled across the dense forest floor as our hero descended further into the deep narrow valley. The compression felt comforting against his body. The lack of visibility did not. He continued down, following the game trails. Although, he could not yet see the winding creek, he could hear the water rushing around the rocks below.

He wanted to stop and check the map, but the fog had engulfed everything, and he couldnt see his own hands clutching his bow. He needed to reach the fallen trees covered in mushrooms. There would be his best chance to find a Dirt Pig. Their incredible sense of smell made them a valuable ally in the deep valleys blanketed in thick foreboding fog. He had packed many items specifically for the task of befriending a Dirt Pig: *Apple cores, corn cobs, an old head of cabbage*. These delicacies would surely be enough to win over a newfound companion and together locate the secret hatch door.

He stopped suddenly as the sent of Kobold crossed his nostrils. He was close. He could smell their stench even days after they were gone. The smell of Kobold was strong enough, many could smell it, but a Dirt Pig would be able to smell them underground and track them as they moved throughout their elaborate network of tunnels.

He reached the bottom of the valley and the sound of pigs rooting for mushrooms could be heard above the rushing waters. A smile crept across his lips.


Hex Mage Atlas of the Gnostics

# Becoming Strongman

Day 1: Ran for 15 minutes, maybe 20 hard to know.

Day 2: Ran for 15 minutes, legs were sore from the day before also hard to breathe after a while. Ate half a bag of sour punch bites, love sour treats, but I don't think that helps the goal here.


Jaxson the Efficacious

# Lore of Jaxson the Efficacious

Magic is for every creature, great
and terrible, or small and fleeting. Light
shines on us all. Within each of us waits
tomorrows magic. Tense and deep and tight
the new-born foal, the fairy-fingered hooves
run to conclusion, muzzle grey, back bent
towards dawn and dusk. Every creature who moves
weaves their own spells. Oh, follow where I went
through fairy hoof-prints. Magic seeks itself
in bat and slime, in fox, phoenix and wren,
cat stalking through the shadow. Speaks itself
to sleep. New-born, I seek wizards again
to enter journeys, numinous, mundane
or in-between, runes woven through my mane.


Battle Mage Nicolas of the Riviera

# Nicolas

A man reborn. He does not speak of his past self, yet he does not forget.

Some say he hides his deepest, darkest secrets inside the belly of his frog. And that at night, you can hear its whispers.


Farkle Vanquisher of Light

# Farkle Fights for Feline Freedom

_Farkle vanquisher of the light earned his name from the Temple of searings not long after the great rune battle. But how he got his name is a story for another time today I will be telling you about how he met his companion_

Farkle lived alone in a cave not far outside of the Green Wizard City. Often he would travel into the city for supplies for his long trips across the Elysian Fields. Farkle was a courier of sorts; a courier of death.

Farkle had a code.

Farkle head honor.

Farkle had beef. He had beef with many a wizard and warrior alike.

**Big beef.**

And as a cave dwelling Imp all of this was fine to Farkle. Farkle was not fancy farkle was simple.

On farkle's travels he would stop in towns along the way and visit the bounty boards. On One such venture farkle made camp not far from the road and as he was settling in eating his zucchini sausage he heard a tussle not far away. Farkle grabbed his katana and his sausag-cchini and went forth towards the noise. As he got closer he realized these were not man but beast. A wild pack of hyenas were very upset about something. They stood around the base of a large tree crying and yelping. Examining the higher reaches of the tree farkle notice to small feline shaped figure clinging to a branch. He stepped out from the brush and howled
>"Farkle says BE GONE!"


And threw his beloved meat encased vegetable Right over the heads' of the beasts and into a bush. They gave Chase and Farkle leapt into the tree to grab the kitten. The kitten did not know Farkle's intentions and latched on to his leg with the fire of a thousand demons. Farkle knew the hyenas wouldn't be distracted for long scurried back out of the tree and ran back towards his camp.

Farkle managed to coerce the kitten off his leg with the leftover sausage-zucchini and realized this was not a normal stray, but a baby Golden Jaguar, so he decided not to eat the creature. Once Farkle's new friend tasted the meaty treat he started to warm up and trust Farkle.


Archmagus Zaros of the Brine

LORE GANG


Shaman Alessar of the Astral Plane

Shaman Alessar always felt like an outcast in the Astral Plane. Although growing up in a prestigious household with successful parents he never felt he fit in. The rich popular shamans made fun of him for working at the local Wizzie Burger. The nerdy shamans shunned him for his odd lingo like "Hodl" or "wagmi". His only friend in all the land was a rabbit named Hopps. Found abandoned when he was a young boy the two are inseparable.
   Despite always being the outcast Alessar knew his purpose not to be another shaman of the Astral Plane but to be part of a revolution, digital potions. When Alessar wasn't casting his signature spell *Burgero Appearo* to serve customers he was watching his digital potion charts. It was only a matter of time before his potions brought him money to make it out of this town. The fire of success drove him, working at Wizzie Burger was only temporary.


Sage Allistair of the Cosmos

# Lore of the noble Sage Allistair of the Cosmos

_... hear ye hear ye the illustrious mysteries of the cosmos ..._

Ever since the big bang initiated the creation of the Universe, an absolute and impressive nothingness has filled the earliest surroundings of the Universe. The first eons of the marriage between space and time were described by a haunting stillness. Where most would feel despair and loneliness in such environments, this can not be said of our brave hero Allistair. One could even argue that it is where he feels most comfortable, since it has been his home for as long as he can remember.

As Allistair witnessed the slow progression of time, he became friends with every newly formed star in the universe. They jokingly yet lovingly named him *friend Allistair*, since he was good friends with all stars in the Universe.

All the stars came to Allistair with their problems.

> Why do I feel so gassy all the time Allistair ?

Asked one star, slightly frightened. Allistair calmly explained:

> You are literally made up out of only Hydrogen and Helium

Another star told Allistair a secret that he had been hiding for millenia:

> How come I feel so attracted to my neighbour star?

Allistair smiled and lightheartedly answered:

> First of all, it is a very nice blue star, so I understand. Second of all, the attraction is caused by the force of gravity, so I can already let you in on another secret: that star feels exactly as much attracted to you as you are to that star.


And the star was relieved from its worries once more. Since Allistair had not much to do than learn about the wase of the Universe, he inevitably evolved in the wisest of all beings. In books and from mouth to mouth he was always referred to as *Sage Allistair Of The Cosmos*. His fame rose to such heights that the black hole in the Milyway, his favorite galaxy, was even named after him: Sagittarius A(llistair).

In the infinite abyss of time Allistair helped countless beings with their worrisome lives and troubles. Until the unfaithful year of 2022 when the aid and knowledge of Allistair was requested by a particularly adorable star, named *The Sun*.

The Sun asked Allistair not for a problem he experienced, but a planet that was orbiting the Sun.

> O wise Sage Ally, would you please shed the light of your infinite knowledge on of my planets called Earth..

Asked the Sun, who came across a little agitated.

> What seems to be problem with Earth, Sun?

Answered Allistair patiently.

> I am very afraid that my beloved planet Earth has developed a quite serious form of Human...

Allistair jolted upright and was absolutely petrified after hearing that word.

> Humans, you say, Sun .... ? This is more serious than I thought. I complement you for coming to me, not all stars would dare to do so. We must act accordingly and most important... we must act right now.

**TO BE CONTINUED**


Andy the Courageous

**Andy** was this courageous one's name.

An unassuming call, for one with the legacy of gallantry, and fame.

The trumpet of battle, standard flying high. A distant echo, in the mind's eye.

A fleeting prostration, a knot in the chest. Of questions unanswered, Why?

Stirring of men the hope that was bestowed, now bequeathed to those progeny foals.

However, tales still told, cadence still sold. Of the bravado rendered in his equine mold.

A meeker life now, on this once revered soul. The plow he pulls. Happy to sow.

Scars of the flesh are now fully healed. Scars of the heart,

Too proud to reveal.


Ice Mage Khudalf of the Berg

# The Lore of Ice Mage Khudalf of the Berg

Though ice mage Khudalf may not appear to be the most menacing wizard as he is armed with naught but a dumb stick. Khudalf is joined on his quest by his trusty familiar and secret weapon, the swamp bullfrog Ferdinand.

The friendly little familiar known as Ferdinand is not a true bullfrog but rather a manifestation of Khudalf's true powers, locked away and hidden for safekeeping.

Back in his battlemage years, Khudalf wore his power around his neck literally. Khudalf's powers manifested into an Ice Amulet that served as a conduit that powered all of Khudalf's ice magic.

This amulet was both a blessing and a curse - with this powerful conduit always around his neck Khudalf was ready to fight at a moment's notice. This came in handy as Khudalf often found himself engaged in epic battles as he traveled the Runiverse. However, this amulet contained untold power which could be used as a gateway to immense riches. This led to Khudalf always having a target on his back and ferocious challengers seeking him out to steal his amulet.

Khudalf's skills, experience, and ferocity as a battlemage always led to his victory but after decades of questing through the Runiverse, Khudalf began to grow weary and long for a simple life in a forest village and to return to his brown hat roots.


Over the years Khudalf had learned a thing or two from some other practices of wizardry and decided to cast a conjuration spell to convert his Ice Amulet of Power into a friendly bullfrog named Ferdinand. Khudalf had always had a penchant for frogs and also wanted a companion to accompany him into retirement.

These days Khudalf is just a friendly wizard living off the land, however, his true power always remains by his side, hidden away in his trusty familiar Ready to be deployed into battle when the time comes.


Frankie Chisler of the Capital

Who the hell does this muscle bound buffoon think he is? @warrior12844 thought to herself as @warrior3966 stepped into her captains quarters. Armed with a simple partisan and round shield, she smirked as she pictured her blue broadsword crushing his shield in a single blow as her cobra choked the life from his body. Nos was here he murmured. Frankie flashed back to reality. The wharf had been particularly muggy over the past month, so she donned her white tank top in lieu of armor. She flipped her purple back from over her eye, and learned forward on the navigators table in front of her.
	@warrior3966 chest seemed to almost be popping out of her tank top, but @warrior12843 paid no mind. Nos was here the stranger repeated. Frankie pointed to her map, which beyond the scribble showed a direct route into mountains above Dream Master Lake. So youve seen them too? She asked.
See what? Nos was here? Cant everyone see them?
No, '' she replied, '' my crew thinks Im going mad, but I can clearly see the tags on my ship.
Ive traced the tags all over the runiverse searching for the source, all of which leads to this location. Frankie explained quickly and almost panicked.
Ive seen them too. So has the dragoon of my party, although he is waiting for my orders currently at Green Wizard City. I assumed everyone could see them. @warrior3966 replied.
Only those who have been exposed to the cream are able to see the meme Frankie explained. You must have undergone severe hardship to have been exposed to the cream and survived. I lost 90% of my crew on a particularly dark night at sea.


That fateful night was indeed dark and cloudy.  A horrible night for trying to navigate the stars. All of a sudden the wind died, and one by one, her crew began to go mad, shouting Come for the cream, stay for the memes before taking their own lives. Some jumped overboard. Others hanged themselves from the bow. All covering their ears in attempts to silence the piercing voice. Only Frankie and a select few withstood the noise, passing out briefly and awakening to the writing on the side of the ship.
We must sail for the Green Wizard City immediately she firmly stated. Gather your belongings, we leave at sunset.


Shaman Flynn of the Brambles

# The Lore of Shaman Flynn of the Brambles

Shaman Flynn loves nature and is frequently found in the Hedge Wizard Wood and the Fey, picking mushrooms and enjoying the company of small birds and mice nesting in his tangled hair and beard.

Flynn's magic is one of nature. He gardens and tends to the health of the forest and the creatures within, helping to defend them against frequent Kobold incursions and unfortunate souls who rise from the nearby marshes. He uses the energy from the emerald crystal in his staff to reinvigorate life.


Sage Shukri of the Ether

# Sage Shukri of the Ether

_Are you waking up from a dream or entering into it?_

Sage Shukri of the Aether still cannot remember his past. The only thing he remembers is that he woke up in **The Quantum Shadow** and that he began to walk through the **Valley of the Void Deciple**, until he found refuge in **The Cave of the Platonic Shadow**. Only God knows how long he spent there sickening his mind until, by a twist of fate, he managed to escape to continue his torment in The Sand and end up dying in the oasis of Zaros; Its waters heal his body and calm his mind. Now he think he's ready to face his fate...


Aleister of the Villa

Name: Aleister

Born: Aleister of the Villa

DOB: 12/20/2835

Occupation: Organized Crime, Rapper

Favorite Color: Purple

Pet: Owl named Owly


Wild Mage Jiang of the Mount

# Jiang Flurryblown

Magic ruled his childhood. Never too far from disaster. Never too close to a loved one.

> "It's not lost on me that he may never truly know what it is to live.
> *Portius of the Crest*

### Lost Friends and New Beginnings
Jiang was looking for a copper coin one day. He had a special one he kept in his pocket. However, it wasn't there today. Pip was trailing along as he enjoyed the excitement. When at last they came to the last the last spot where Jiang had been tossing the coin. It was there in the middle of the room. As Jiang went to pick it up, fire spit from Jiang's hands and struck out. Pip went down and was lost, but this moment enticed Jiang. What power to come from just a fingertip.

### He never looked back for it hurt too much.


Humphrey Impaler of the Cage

Humprhey Impaler of the Cage was born to a wealthy family of Wizards. He was eloquent, well spoken, intelligent but he was stubborn as a stump and painfully unrelenting in his search for his purpose. From a young age his family enrolled him in a number of Wizard Academies to hone his magical abilities, but as long back as he could remember, he knew he wanted to fight. And *dance!* But mostly fight.

As he struggled to fit in at the Wizards' Schools, his family pushed him harder and listened less, so he discovered that he needed to escape the shackles bound to him by birth, and make his own way. Humphrey muscled his way out of the academy and across the land to find himself in the wide wild world. His actions landed him in loads of trouble, and once he learned where they were locking him up, he made peace with his detention.

He battled through the Brown Wizard Delta.

He fought his way out of the Forest of the Imps.

Wrestled everyone at the Chronomancer's Riviera Gala.

He was briefly subdued at the Purple Wizard Pavilion but punched his way out.

And assaulted an elder in Avalon.

He subsequently was sent to Dread Tower to serve time for his crimes. Years of fighting for survival hardened young Humphrey and when he was released he was the buffest and toughest 13 year old there ever was.


Wild Mage Jiang of the Mount

# Jiang Flurryblown

He knew all at once that there was a place for him and yet that he would never belong. Chaos followed him.

> I am not sure he will ever know love.
> *Populus the Crest*

### A time and place. A lost friend and new beginning.

Pip had always loved to be with Jiang. On the day that Jiang was looking for his lost coin. Pip was in tow. So as it were that the coin was found, Pip was looking on from the side. As Jiang's fingers touched the copper that he had searched for many days, fire sprung. It leapt and searched for corners of the room. Alas, it stopped short of the corner and buried its furry into Pip. Flames ruled that day as Pip loved no more, but in Jiang, a new fire was woken. How could this power be in an errant finger. I must know this Chaos.


Enchanter Diana of the Cosmos

and so the story began. Out of the forest bloomed the most beautiful wizard of all.


Bundo Slaughterer of the Road

**
## Bundo Slaughterer of the Road
**

Bundo led on the cold grass, the cold dampness pulling him back to the world. His ears rang, the world was spinning and the pain, the pain was excruciating. Somewhere up the hill from where he lay a deep gravelly voice called down Wizard! Finish the Kobold then get out of here, Ill collect his remains when Im done with these Goblins!. Further up the hill there was the sound of battle, of utter chaos and death. He felt no sorrow for them though, they had been his abusers, they had treated him as nothing more than a consumable. He had been slave labour and after the Goblin crew he was assigned to chances upon a wizard, he had become the lead  in the chase. The Goblins followed a safe distance behind, ensuring this wasnt a trap. The wizard was young and agile, moving with confidence and lightning speed down the mountain side. Bundo followed as best he could, but his heart was not in this. And then came the moment that left him a broken heap near the bottom of the mountain side. Goblin hunters had tracked the Goblin party and seeing the wizard chase had positioned lower down the slope. Bundo had taken a hammer hit head on. He felt the wind leave his body, many bones breaking under the force if the blow and then nothing momentarily until his senses started to return. He could see a wizard slowly drawing her sword and moving closer, intent on completing the request of the Goblin hunter to finish him. He tried to move, but the pain was too great, the best he could manage was to squirm.


Bundo had grown up in Goblin Town. Life there for a Kobold was incredibly tough, it was a step up from Nasty Town where most Kobold resided, but it was in no way comfortable living. His parents had got lucky and found employment delivering goods to the Goblins in Goblin Town. Pay was terrible, the hours were horrendous, both parents often worked days at a time without rest. But it was enough for food and shelter and an opportunity to escape Nasty Town so they took it. Bundo grew up watching his parents struggles, as he grew older a fire started inside him to strive to do whatever he could to get them out. He used discarded books, posters, whatever he could find to try to learn to read and write. He tried desperately to earn math and to study fighting techniques. Opportunities for Kobolds are few and far between, the warrior guild however offers an amazing chance for Kobolds to escape the horrors of Goblin Town and Nasty Town. This became his life focus.


Unfortunately, Bundo got careless. Nobody seemed to notice him, nobody seemed to be paying attention or care. But someone did. Goblins took a very dim view of Kobolds behaving in this manner. And so one night in the very early hours his house was raided by Goblins, the first entry above isnt the story of Bundo, but the Goblin entry for the history of Bundo. Accused, convicted and sentenced without representation, he was given a choice, death or servitude (which was basically death by servitude). And this was how he was where he was now, ordered by the Goblins to chase down the wizard they had chanced upon while they watched from a safe distance. Only once the wizard had been caught and they were sure it was safe would the Goblins move in..but it wasnt safe. The Goblin screams had moved off into the distance, Bundo looked up at the wizard that stood over him now as she moved her sword over his chest, resting the point above his heart. He grabbed at the blade and struggled to push it away, his hands were bloodied from the sharp blade, but he couldnt move it. His thoughts ran back to his parents, he had still believed he could get them out of Goblin town to somewhere better, even in his servitude. Now this, he could feel tears welling in his eyes as he mumbled no, no, no over and over, not so much for himself, but for what he had wanted to do. He started to lose consciousness, the pain was intense, he was losing blood and the emotion was too much. The wizard lifted her weight upwards and paused before plunging downwardsand then there was darkness for Bundo


Blight Zombie Eden of the Asphodel Meadows

## The story of Runecaster Eden of the Veil's final journey with his slime pal

Runecaster Eden of the Veil lived life curiously. He was renowned for his prophetic abilities, typically donning a white tunic in his many adventures with his sapphire slime companion to look the part. Together, the duo was widely respected in the wizard community for their many adventures, one of which earned them a goblet of immortality.

Though the goblet was an exciting spoil of their lore, the Runecaster's curiosity in it's promise of immortality would get the the best of him when he was presented with a sacred flame. The flame intoxicated him with the prospect of joinigng the soul realm to secure his future- just one cast spell away! The Runecaster decided to go forward with it, performing a ritual with the sacred flame to achieve this immortality ... but he did so without truly weighing the consequences.

Now a forgotten Blight Zombie, the Runecaster and his now ghost slime pal suffered magic disfigurations and exile to the Asphodel Meadows in famine - all bound by a Rune. The duo yearns to return to the Veil, and are mocked by the hasty decision every day when their devilish goblet engulfs in flames.

Was the pursuit of immortality worth it? Only time will tell for the Blight Zombie Eden of the Asophodel Meadows and his ghost slime pal. Much adventure awaits!


Charmer Daria of the Wood

# Charmer Daria of the Wood

Daria is separated from her sister @wizard8973 one day when they were having a race at the Hedge Wizard Wood and had an accident.

When she came to her senses, it was dark, cold and her dear sister was nowhere in sight.

Determined to reunite with Beyna, Daria mounted her beloved giant ladybug Dora, as they took to the starry skies, soaring through the air as they scoured the lands illuminated by the inextinguishable flame from Prometheus's Torch.

Although the heat from the torch offered relief her against the cold, it can never substitute the warm embrace of her sister.


Alchemist Oberon of the Wood

# Alchemist Oberon of the Wood

All white wizards eventually go mad, the only question is how fast and in which direction.

The universe was formed from a substance which existed before time and space and as a consequence it lacks the property of causality. This is something that the human mind can find it hard to deal with. We intuitively understand that if you drop a cup of tea you expect to see the cup shatter when it hits the floor, we can even consider the possibility that with the application of a sufficiently advanced technology you could reverse that process to return a shattered cup into its original shape. What is hard to imagine is a cup of tea that spontaneously turns into whale, or indeed a psychic rabbit, for no particular reason.

The madness caused by constant exposure to an element that lacks causality results in a high level of wizard turnover but also means that each new Alchemist inherits from their predecessor many interesting avenues for future investigation as well as confirmation of one avenue that doesnt work. It is reported that Alchemist Oberon has said to the few wizards still willing to visit his laboratory that he thinks he is closer than ever to making a breakthrough due to a small, slightly burnt, handwritten note left by his predecessor.

Additional note from our agent on the Alchemists Archipelago: We copied the piece of paper but were not able to decipher the code used so cannot advise at this time if these experiments need to be put to a more permanent end before he gets any closer. The first characters were: 0-691-08388-6:P97:F63:EC


Crowley of the Gnostics

# Summoning of the Squad: *The Tale of Anjuna*

*Long ago* Crowley would always start his tall tales.

He had a habit of setting the stakes highlofty embellishment! But there was one tale that Crowley of the Gnostics didnt have to exaggerate. And it didnt involve his ritualistic lighting of the tower. Or his discovery of the Divine Light. This was a tale of triumph.

Long ago, with the plagues raging, Red Wizard Capital was deserted. This was a time when Crowley had just established himself in the Capital. Our story doesnt begin with Crowley, but instead another wizard: @wizard1668.

Another holdout in the Capital, Sorcerer Kamil believed in the future of the city. Being a Dream Master, only the dreariest of reality held back his Magical Thinking and the plague was lifting. It was at this time that Sorcerer Kamil caught wind of the messiah Lane 8 of the Anjuna touring the lands. The magic of this messiah was believed to have incredible healing powershis spell able to repel the most wrenching of plague afflictions. His spirit itself was infectious.

Sorcerer Kamil of the Keep, a strong believer in the occult ways of Anjuna, decided to band together a legion of disciples to track down the notorious Lane 8. He would bring back this mysterious power and revive the festive nature of the Capital. However, Sorcerer Kamils task was lofty. The path to Anjuna was arduous and he could only assemble a small squadron for the trek.


This squad was comprised of himself, a Dream Master; two Red Wizards, @wizard2722, and @wizard1141; and, finally, a Woodland Shapeshifter, @wizard9074. Because times of plague were tough, this squad sought funding from a mysterious purveyor of knowledge and wealth. Only known by the name Autism Capital, this Baron of the Spectrum was the last piece of their puzzle.

Their plan was to venture to the land of Mirage in a faraway island named only BK. The squad ventured far and wide to gather supplies they acquired all manner of mysterious medicinal potions and incantations. But it seemed preparation was their hardest battle. A great beast known as the L would ferry them to the Mirage, with Autism Capital in tow!

At Mirage, the squad observed ceremonial practices imbibing of ale and meditative dance. Through all forms of gluttony, the disciples gave into the spiritual power of Anjuna. The squad carefully observed these practices, with **Arch-Magician Soya** taking fierce notes.

The ritual was engrossing. Soon, each member of the squad found themselves in the pit of the disciples. **Cosmic Mage Atlas** led the charge, quickly making inroad with his Hobgoblins Flame hoisted above the crowd. All fear of the plague melting away, they danced through dawn. Forever bonded.

The very next weekend, the squad began incanting this spirit and offering it throughout the city. Red Wizard Capital would fear no more. The squad brought vivacious life back to the masses!

*The squad celebrating at Cosmic Mage Atlas' green lair.*


# Crowley of the Gnostics, Firestarter, Bearer of the Divine Light

> ### He keeps the flame from matins to lauds
> ### Looks up like Thomas to God
> ### "Is this all my magic shall light?"
> ### Crowley asks every night