Juno Clobberer of Mount Titan

# **The Forgotten Mom**

!magic !might

Annexed into the Collaborative Legendarium by means of her !magic and !might.

The eighth of the chosen handmaidens, Juno Clobberer, the forgotten mom, is not forgotten by her babies, nor by the **Wolfkin race**, united the two houses towards peace when she became the adoptive mother of Honorable Hue, !baby9068.

To be continued...


Harral Despoiler of Monsters

># **"Oi!"**
>-Harral Despoiler of Monsters


# Alleged Sightings of The Great Mother

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@wizard5369 flying the Cockatrice

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Sorcerer Idris of the Cosmos

# Idris of the Cosmo

Some see in through doors,

Some see far out at sea,

Idris pauses time and uses it for his own devine will, you see,

Where sands do fall,

Idris has some special magic,

to stop a war, to stop the wall,

be it gone or done his dash,

you would be wise to ignore his sash.

Time is going forwards or is it back?

Mind your moves.

Idris controls it all.

> Here be written lore for all eternity (unless Idris rolls it back)
> *by Millar Tenebrae*


Druid Delilah of the Brambles

# Crazy Druid Lilah

Whack whack!

The whacking stick will be swiftly wielded,

against the thicc,

Was it a toad? My lonely friend...

Druids of these greener things,
I'm a crazy thing you see,
come to where the druid stones encircle thee,

Drop your cares and underwears,

whack whack whack

Delilah shall punish thee.

> Here is quoted text
> *by a lore writer*


Hedge Wizard Jeldor of the Road

#563 First Lore Entry

Jeldor is a retired Professor who goes down the road to help homeowners have more beautiful Hedges.  His Astral Snail eats the harmful insects infesting the foliage and his Plant Spell makes the hedgerow Verdant and voluminous.  This Sigma male wears a pair of old, broken in Green Coveralls that have been repaired with orange patches.


Summoner Atlas from the Shadow

# Atlas of the Shadow

Ello friend?
Pleasant greeting you again...

Watch me by they shadows son,
lasses come to me for fun.

Be it when the moon is full,

my egg here gets woken shook,

a dragon for thy peasants set to settle looks,

If that is not enough to male you wallow,

Wait until my canine friend entertains from shadows

I am Atlas, were of wolf.

You'd be wise to scramble from my egg.

Nothing worse than dragon fire and nothingness.

> Here is lore for eternity
> *by Millar Tenebrae*


Hedge Wizard Marceau of the Brambles

# Marceau of the Brambles

Marceau you say?

A lucky horseshoe makes a lucky day,

Why don't you take a look in my hat?

Sapphire slime?

Or was it death you saw through my skull-painted smile?

Paralysis takes a while,

lucky shoe, let's see if it fits?

Slippery dippery slippery slime,

i guess you'll stay a while on my time....

Oh! and thanks for the soul you delivered to thyne!

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by a lore writer Millar Tenebrae*


Stormand Lacerator of the Desert

# Stormand Lacerator of the Desert

Stormand is a stubborn, woolly mammoth of a man who lives alone, or nearly alone, in the wilderness.

His only companion is a pig, named Pig. And a firebrand, named... well you get the idea.

What he lacks in imagination, he more than makes up for in swordsmanship on the battlefield.


Hedge Wizard Voidoth of the Villa

# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Voidoth of the Villa

Not everyone from the Villa is living the high life.

All of that landscaping, the perfectly manicured lavish gardens that make it look like a grand event for every time a snobby rich wizard steps out - who do you think does this? Well, it's me, and many others in the Villa known as "the magical help".

Sure, I dress the part to be in this society. And I tell my jokes and keep a thin smile on my face to keep the powers that be happy enough. But I know they look down on me, the lowly hedge wizard always in the dirt with his swamp bullfrog. I know that's what they think of me.

Well I've got something cooking for them. This lowly hedge wizard hasn't just been doing landscaping. Maybe I've been building an underground cave system made for us. Maybe when calamity strikes we will be the ones in power. And maybe we'll find a place for you.


Archmagus Celah of Arcadia

# Celah Celah

Oi oi there I am Celah,

A happy squirting wizard fella!

With Merlin's monkey creeping by,

and Neptunes rune we run the sea!

Go on enter Arcadia and you will see....

a wise guy doesn't F&%$ with my MONKEY!

Turn your ass to sand you see...

There you live by Arcadian seas.

Like a hermit crab let it be.

Come to the taverns and yell for Celah the great Archmagus of Arcadian seas!

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by lore writer Millar tenebrae*


Clairvoyant Nemo of the Psychic Leap

# Nemo the psychic

I used to like to walk the straight and narrow roads

I used to think that everything was kissing bees and daffodils and avoiding all the toads,

Sometimes I'd like to sit and gaze for days and wonder in my dreams,

come look into my crystal ball to fall apart the seams,

So tell me, tell me, won't you tell me of all the wilder beasts that lay out there?

I've just got to know, the cold wind whispers and the feeling of your hair,

Crystal ball

There's so many things I need to know, of evils and of thyne good.

Why don't you appear to me the things that I would like to know?

Crystal ball
Crystal ball

Forever will you know...

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*


Munchkin the Romantic

# Munchin the Ro Ro Romantic

Yellow be my bandana bro,

Being happy is the way to go,

Smoke my peace pipe normally so,

Jump on my Wold pony ass and get a ride!

Slay the goblins, sling an orc, cut through freaks and all those sorts.

Where ma horse Phillies in the crowd?

Here my thunder when I cut the clouds!

Rune of air a wizard spell,

a warrior upon me will send you straight to hell!

Yeah I'm happy , battle sore,

Time for bananas in ma Wizard's stall.

Zzzzzz Brrrrrrup.

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*


Ringo the Quaint

# Ringo the Quaint

Yo yo,

Ride me wizard.
Ride me warrior night or day!

Beat the drum the Ringo Way!

Ride me nasty, ride me clean,

Ride ma' pony hump, the enemy will vacate!

Where ma' homies?

Where ma' honies?

Best tha war drum tha ringo way!

I'll take you there, oh forgotten ways,

Light a blaze,

our purple haze.

Valley pony, rune of Earth.
I been this reckless since the time of birth.

Yo yo,

Beat the drum the Ringo Way!

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by lore writer Millar Tenebrae*


Arch-Magician Pumlo of the Bastion

# When Beasts Roamed the Runiverse

A brisk wind sliced through the mountains surrounding Dream Master Lake. A murder of crows perched on a hardy mountain tree and croaked at each other as two figures walked by.

Now Pumlo, you understand that we are engaging in a serious academic experiment, correct? The speaker, although sporting a long and distinguished gray beard and professors cap, was dressed for travel in a utility jumpsuit and orange cape. He looked concerned as he glanced at his companion.

That counterpart was a bit distracted. He was wearing a curious contraption that covered his ears, with a cord leading underneath his fashionable blue overcoat. And whatever this device was doing, it caused its user to bob his head to an unseen rhythm as he walked along.

HAAAARRRRUMPH! the caped traveler waved his hand in front of the others face.

Pumlo took off his head contraption. Huh, what was that, Zoo Man? My bad.

Its Zubin, Zuh-bin, please! Focus your mind on the task ahead. We must use my Key to the 7th Realm he gestured at the glittering metal artifact hanging around his neck, to open the Gate and document what we observe on the other side.

My tunes are getting me hyped up! Come on Zubin McLovin! I offered you a spare set preloaded with my latest 7th Realm Remixes set!

As I told you back at the Bastion, Pumlo, those SOUNDS do not get me hyped up - they give me a headache! And we must remain cool and precise during this delicate procedure!

Man, youre cool enough for the both of us! Pumlo grinned. With my magitek and your key, well get this done, no cap!


Where do you find these expressions - Id like to keep my cap, thank you very much! Zubin grasped his headwear protectively. Anyway, I hope I dont have to remind you that youre on probation at the Research Institute? And that your performance here will determine your future there? I agreed to bring you along as my counterpart in this operation because I have some sympathy for your situation - please dont make me regret my choice!

You wont regret anything, I promise! We are gonna find something awesome in the 7th Realm, I just know it! Can you imagine what kinda parties theyre having there? Pumlo gave an joyful, impish laugh as he grabbed the sides of his large yellow wizards hat. A golden toad perched on his shoulder croaked appreciatively. See, Midas gets it, dont you boy?

Zubin sighed and rolled his eyes. Just remember to cast your spell after I insert the key, at the PRECISE moment I say Zubins words faded as they moved out of hearing.

The crows cawed and flew away together. As they so often did, man was about to meddle in matters beyond their understanding. It was wise to relocate before they did so

---

The two wizards soon came upon a huge wall of rock - the path ended in front of it. This is the place, said Zubin. My studies of the ancient texts indicate that the gate will materialize here at Block 14572777. This timekeeping method is no longer used, but if my calculations are accurate, this should align with our time in about 30 seconds.

30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall.


30 seconds? Try RIGHT NOW, look! Pumlo said, pointing at the wall.

A large gate materialized in the wall, sporting bright yellow and purple ornamentation. The gate towered over the wizards, extending 100 feet above them. Surrounding the gate were a series of locks.

Zubin immediately approached one of the locks close to the ground. Ok, I'll insert my key, and make the proper incantations he mumbled some syllables in a forgotten language.

NOW Pumlo, cast your spell to complete the unlocking procedure! Zubin said. Nothing happened. Pumlo? PUMLO? he looked back frantically. Time is of the essence!

Pumlo was still staring at the gate in amazement. YOOOOOOOOO! This gate is fire! Ive just GOT to recreate this for my next rave! He pulled out a strange device from a pocket in his coat. Ive got to capture this or the set designers just wont understand what it looks like, its out of this world! He clicked a button on the device, which flashed once from a small window on the front.

Zubin was beside himself. Pumlo, focus! Were running out of time; look, the locks are disappearing! Indeed, the various locks surrounding the gate were starting to fade away - it appeared that other wizards were also working to unlock the gate, although none were visible.

Alright alright, lets get this started, Pumlo said. I cast Fairy Glamour - the Dazzle Spell! As he gestured, glimmering particles materialized in the air and drifted down toward the lock.

Its so slow! Couldnt you have picked something faster?!

Chill bro, its not always about being fast, style counts too! Pumlo grinned.


Just as the Fairy Glamour particles reached the lock, it too faded away. The particles dropped through the space the lock had occupied and eventually settled on the ground.

Zubins face started to turn red, but before he could say another word, the Gate started rumbling. Without a word, both wizards agreed that moving away from the Gate was wise.

Peering from behind a rock outcropping well away from the Gate, Zubin and Pumlo observed as it opened with a rumble. And behind the Gate, a Beast waited.

Hold still, I gotchu bro Pumlo whispered. He cast Fairy Glamour over both of them.

The Beast, who resembled a gigantic lion combined with a goat and a snake, slowly emerged from the Gate, looking from side to side. Seeing nothing but cliffs and boulders, the Chimera spread its wings and suddenly took off, quickly gaining altitude, and headed south.

As the glamour spell faded, a pair of boulders revealed themselves as Zubin and Pumlo. They both sighed in relief.

Well! We have certainly seen some shizz today, wouldnt you say my dear Zubin! Pumlo remarked.

The fact that you didnt butcher my name means youre just as shocked as I am! Zubin said. We must get back to the Bastion at once! There are communications to be sent, reports to be written, follow-up excursions to this Gate to plan

Wow, you seem pretty happy with how things turned out. Look, Im sorry about messing up the whole lock procedure, Pumlo began as he followed Zubin back down the trail.

I am ecstatic! Zubin said. Forget about the locks, the fact that Ive observed this emergence of a new power into the Runiversemy funding will be secure, indefinitely! Zubin whooped.


Now thats what I like to hear! Pumlo said, as Midas the Toad croaked appreciatively. The two wizards took turns giving their best whoops as they headed back home.

-Written by Kel 1/1


Samuel Paragon of the Valley

# Samuel Paragon of the Valley

Hello, grunt.

Watch your self bud!
Peering on my lore I see.

Bloody set my raptor, tear you a new one!

Go on, roll one in.
Left or right jabs, I'll eat you up!

Piss off elfling back to town,

There's only one Warrior in all the lands as savage as I am!

Run along mousie-legs go and tell!

We'll cut you down before too long.

Guardians of the Helm are trained in hell.

Sands as hot to melt the wells.
Go on Wizards lift your sticks, middle-muddle popplesticks!

I'll snap your arms off and your legs,

and feed em' to me raptor shed.

So if you want to rep to me, send a brew to Samuel's seat,

I loiter kindly out the back at seat number 63

out yard 50 now you'll know.

How you'll have to breathe real slow,

I've had enough of your whinginess,

run along now princess time to go.

I'll wait for you in battle for your final show.

> No one f&^&'n wrote this, I snapped that turd's head off.
> *by a lore writer who lost his head, Millar Tenebrae. Tosser.*


Archmagus Rocco of the Dunes

# Archmagus Rocco of the Dunes

Archmagus Rocco of the Dunes is a bit unusual. Even his fellow wizards tend to raise their eyebrows when his name is mentioned. He isnt at all social   he spends his whole year in the far reaches of the Dunes. But then, the Dunes do require a lot of full-time maintenance. Theyre the only place in the world to run on clockwork.

Rocco spends his days roaming the Dunes, oiling parts, polishing gears, and generally keeping the Dunes running smoothly. The only exception to his rigid routine is the last day of the year. That is when the Dunes run out of power and stop. Everything stands still. The sun stops moving, the snow hangs in the air, and Rocco scurries from one piece of machinery to the next, checking that everything is intact. This takes up most of the day, as the Dunes are a big place, but at one minute to midnight, Rocco has finished and is ready to hurry to the Winding Tower. Here, he uses his gold key to wind up the Dunes for the year. He has to crank fast, since there is only a little bit of time before the new year starts, but Rocco is always on time. Exactly one minute later, he is done. Shafts and bolts start creaking into motion, and the new year begins.


Humphrey Vanquisher of the Valley

Run down the valley
Run down faster
Then chop, chop, chop

*berserk shouting encouraged


Krull Scorcher of the Valley

# Fire Fire Fire

I don't born with Rune, but it doesn't mean I can't throw you a fireball.

Traveling across the world, I will read you a lame poet.

> Flame are red,
>
> Violets are blue,
>
> How do you like it cooked?
>

*Say Hello To My Little Friend!*


Shaman Uvlius of the Road

# The Great Shaman Uvlius

He travels alone on the journey to become the greatest wizard of the Runesverse...


Alexa Amputator of the Valley

# Alexa Amputator of the Valley

This woman warrior is perfect

Shes so majestic and shes so strong

She stands with her shoulders held erect

She can't be overlooked for long!


Mirembe Assaulter of the Alley

# Mirembe, Assaulter of the Alley

Mirembe wasn't always as cunning as she is today. Both Mirembe and her trusted companion Oni grew up on the streets.

They met when Mirembe was 5. Oni was abandoned in a shopping cart in an Alley.

Ever since then they embraced the darkness that surrounded them not for evil, but rather for good.


Magus Impy of the Crag

# Magus Impy of the Crag

Impy's childhood wasn't easy. Born from a Kobold dad and a Wild woman mom, Impy always felt different.

Impy's father got captured by the Kobold community as soon as they found out he was the father of an Imp and got punished with death.

Impy and his mom had to run from Kobold's crossroads and hide in Hedge wizard's wood or they will suffer the same destiny as Impy's father.

In Hedge Wizard wood is where Impy met with a Swamp Witch who taught him the mage skills, which he quickly mastered. Years passed and Impy was stronger and stronger eager for revenge.

One day, when Impy was heading to see the Swamp Witch in the Frog Master Marsh, he spotted from the distance what happened to be another Imp, but that imp was different, he was a warrior!

This Imp happened to be Wuzzle, nailer of the Wood. With a similar story to Impy, Wuzzle also had a difficult childhood.

They quickly connected with each other and they become inseparable. They united forces to defeat those who dare to challenge them in the Runiverse


Gorgah of the Arena

# Lore of Gorgah of the Arena

Those that kneel before the Final Tree
whisper their prayers, goodbyes. So faint of heart,
stand brave before their endings author: me.
With skilled detachment, I do play my part
each time, with strop and whetstone, eye on rope
and blade. And in the hours before, with broth
and tender noodles. Some say I bring hope,
with crispy pork, spring onions. Table-cloth
and proper china. Some weep while they eat,
some joke a little. Soon the bowl is clean
we stand as one, walk out of doors to meet
the crowd. They kneel before the guillotine,
the head, snicked off, rolls fast into the field
I lift it high, presented on my shield.


Archmagus Iprix of the Tower

**A haiku for moving day:**

Archmagus Iprix
Moveth to a brand new home
See next page for lore


Vic Shaver of Wizards

# A day in the life of Vic, Shaver of Wizards

##  It was a typical morning at Vic's Barber Shop.

Sweep up yesterday's bits of hair, beard and moustache from the floor.  Stack the new pots of Goblin brand hair gel on the shelf too - although we all know that stuff is made from distilled bogies and spit, but it works a treat right?

Lift the shutters and pop the advertising board outside.  Refresh the chalk on the offer for 50% off Wizard shaves, no Kobolds allowed.

Now Vic can settle down for five minutes with a cup of tea and a rat buttie.  Lovely.

Ah no, but here's his first customer of the day!  Typical.  It's that bleedin' witch Tabitha again "Oi!  I told you yesterday, I ain't shaving no witch whiskers got it?  This is a proper Wizard's barber, none of your lot!"

How rude.  Vic's not particularly good with customer service.  No wonder his Turtle familiar, Keith, decided to move over the road to ol' Shart's gaff.  At least Shart knows how to treat a turtle.

Anyway, back to tea and buttie.  Vic likes to maintain that the secret to a rat buttie is searing the outer skin to a nice crispy texture by gobbing on it first, and then spreading the spit all through the rat fur.  After that, make sure to only burn it for a couple of minutes to keep the insides nice and moist.  Oh, another customer.  Oh no.  It's a Kobold... "OUT!  You ain't no Wizard in my eyes you 'orrible little git.  Wrap yer peepers round my sign - NO KOBOLDS ALLOWED."


Ah sod it, thought Vic.  Might as well close for a few hours and have a kip.


Ernie Savior of the Thorn

# Ernie Savior of the Thorn

'Erm, g'day.

I'm Ernie Saver, savvy, savior sorry - of teh thorn.

Ouch.

Umm.. Not muchinto fighting hey Agred?'

'Argch? What Ern?'

'Me, a fighter, I am not.'

"Argch! Is true, you'd rather sit and eat your snot!'

'Hey come on bird just you settle down, I'm a dark assasin trained to sneak around in the dark and cut your thro-'

'Bahahaha! Shut up Ernist! Crack me up! Get me a cracker you creepy-crawler nappy kid!'

'Hey come on bird brains, give me a go! Its early days into my career!'

'Bloody lucky you're still 'ere.... (psst) Erns a bit of a numptie between me and you...

a pussy-wink baby brawler of the highest degree, don't believe what he tells you about his studies and his physique...
the kid has a rune of Uranus! Says it all. (now) shhh.. keep it down he'll hear this one... he naps from 2-4pm-'

'Hey! What are you telling them numb nuts!?!!?'

'Squawk! Roll it up Erns, off to the wall and guard the helm, savior of the thorn you tell 'em!

Bahahaahaha!'

> Here is lore eternal written
> *by lore writer Millar tenebrae*


Wembe Burner of Bandits

# A Quest for Fire

The chill air cut through the wild fields like a sharp blade. Darkness itself sought reprieve from the faint glow seen from all corners of the earth. Off in that distance there shined a glow. A warm glowing aura and a rumble that once you looked shined brighter and got louder. The stars there above the Citadel danced to the sounds of music and banter. As was tradition, tonight was the annual celebration for those ancient heroes. Those brave souls who crossed the salt, guided by the magic lighthouse to the edge of the world, once had saved the world from losing magic forever.

Off in the distance, through a open window of the Blue Wizard Bastion, the party glimmered still. The room was illuminated as if by a 3rd moon. An onyx shadow had been scaling the walls and hurled itself through the opening, landing on all fours into the portrait room. The eyes of a panther seemingly floated as it surveyed the room. The beast payed no mind to the paintings of great wizards lining the walls, nor to the plush exotic rug under its sharp paws. This panther had been tracking 3 goblins ever since carnival pass...


Voodoo Priest Auguste of the Citadel

Auguste sat huddled around around a small fire with a few other orphans of the Secret Tower. The overhang they were camped under did little to protect them from the rain pouring into the the dim, trash-strewn alley. He shivered and tried to think about something other than how cold, hungry, and hopeless he felt.

With a blank, expressionless face, Auguste watched a rat digging around in a soggy potato chip bag. It finally gave up, and skittered off into the the shadows. That's when he noticed it: a dark mass tucked in the dim corner of the alley. He squinted, studying the shape.

A bolt of lightning suddenly cut through the darkness, revealing a horrifying figure with a grinning skull for a face, eyes fixed on Auguste with a terrifying, oppressive intensity. Auguste opened his mouth in a silent scream, as the world around him began to dim. He remembered standing, then nothing.

Auguste woke with a start, a white cat nuzzling his hand. He was in a small,  dusty apartment that looked like it hadn't been used in years. As he stood, he noticed his face was covered what felt like a mask. His fingers nervously explored its hard, bonelike surface. A few painful tugs later, his panic became horror as he realized: the mask was grafted to his face.


Scraps Wanderer of Titans

# "*SCRAPS*" the Movie


Archie the Dependable

Archie the Dependable, with the rune of Uranus suitably stamped on his rear, this brazen pony can certainly not be counted on. Perhaps it is a reference to his steadfast commitment to making his owner's life an endless Abaddon instead.


Zocklan Chainsaw of Domination

I'm from the Red Crimson universe

The demon dog (or goat) is faithful to me

With a chainsaw, I protect myself and my companion from enemies

And despite all the battles, my suit is impeccable

The sun is watching me everywhere

And his rays caress me on the bull's helmet (aka PurpleDwarvenHelm)


Artificer Danny of the Belfry

The journey was tough, and long. His muscles, which were held together almost like tissue paper, could barely stand the trek. He needed to be quick, as he could feel the gate to the 7th realm opening. Unfortunately, the years spent inside the bell tower had taken it's toll - Danny did what he could but as he came to a cliff well above Dream Master Lake, a plummeting feeling of terror rushed over him as his worst nightmare was coming true - @beast3 could be seen far away coming through the gate.

Danny collapsed, his meager arms and legs could do no more. His purpose was shattered; his meaning, lost.

While the rest of the beasts and their spawn flooded through the gates, Danny lay motionless on the cliff - his exhausted, frail figure too tired to move, he slept.

Danny had no intention of waking up from this slumber, however a soft mist poured over him and he began to dream. He saw his childhood, and his parents. He remembered the day that they locked him in that tower and gave him his instructions. He was always the weaker wizard - a disappointment in terms of magical power to his legendary family - he had no rune, and very little magical ability. He made better friends with ducks than wizards, and this dream began to give him a different perspective. Perhaps his parents were wrong - perhaps the "destiny" he was sold was a farce. He had a vision of their plea to him - they told him the gate could not be opened without his key. Rage began to fill in his heart. He stood up from the spot he had collapsed, and saw a reddish hood with two eyes underneath deep in the woods.


The hood slowly faded into a new vision - a vision of fire. Of change. He remembered fire from his childhood - it could turn wood to ash, it could soften metals to repurpose them into something more powerful. He turned, not of his own volition, and saw the Infinity Veil. It was not much farther than the Blue Wizard Bastion.

Danny felt an immense sense of power - he finally had a small semblance of control over his future. Where he would end up and who he would become he had no idea, but this was the first decision he had made of his own volition. He was ready to end it all, or to be reborn.


Sylvester Mincer of the Coliseum

# New Lore Entry

There are those who strive towards greatness, chasing the glory and roars of the crowds, without ever feeling the need to wield a weapon.

At least not a traditional one.

Sylvester takes on his Mincer namesake from his liberal use of force to solve problems. Where once there stood an enemy now there is only a face minced by a shield.

Taking this approach towards his profession, Sylvester seeks to climb to the heights of the Coliseum.

> **Swords and pets are for losers.**

> *- Sylvester Mincer*

Nothing else needs to be said about this warrior.


Homer Doom of the Apocalypse

# If you read this, you're next.

I detest all that exists in this world. For the longest time now, all I can ever see is darkness. A world where Veronica doesn't love me is a world in which I would never want to exist at all. That's why I shall bring doom to this insignificant rock. All of the worthless worms crawling about its surface; their egos inflated by their current status as "apex predator". I pity them all, but also hate every last one of them. The universe is inhospitable to them for a reason. Life is intrinsically at odds with the laws of the universe, and exists as a pest. The universe actively eradicates any forms of life at any turn. We shouldn't be here, and we shouldn't exist.

If only Veronica answered my calls, then there would be purpose. But there is none. There never has been. As long as her eyes are on @beast5, her love shall never be mine. He doesn't know she even exists, he would never even open the door for her like I would. If she won't love me, I can't love me. I'm worthless, I'm pathetic, but so is everyone else.


Have you ever looked at how intricate ant colonies are? They act as a collective intelligence. They build complex city structures, they wage war, they colonize one another, they tend to their wounded, they engage in fungal agriculture, and they even domesticate aphids as cattle. Do you not realize how small an ant's brain is in comparison to a human? And yet their behaviors and motivations for living mirror that of humans, which we believe to be more complex. What a joke. It'd be funny if only people accepted themselves for what they are. Ducks? Apes? Whatever they want to call themselves, one thing is clear - they are not any more special or complex in the grand scale of the universe than mere ants.

Just as ants are unaware of how complex the world we live in is, we can't fathom how complex a world above us may be. We are but playthings to some thing beyond our comprehension. I shall kill Gigas Chad. And after him, I shall destroy the god of this world. @wizard8664 is a name I've heard in religious circles recently. If **DOOMING** this world does not bring his attention, then we are truly more pathetic than I could have ever imagined. Imagine being wiped out and your god does not even care enough to address it. No, in fact, I'm certain this will be the case.

I'm going to prove this world is worthless. DOOM will befall all by my hand.
## I am Homer, I am the DOOM. I am THE APOCALYPSE.


Lich Duke Angus of Phantasmagoria

# Lich Duke Angus of Phantasmagoria


Guy Protector of the Jungle

# Guy Protector of the Jungle

Beware of the jungle
To those who enter
That is, those who dare

Guy the Protector of the Jungle

Bred to hunt... But born to kill...

An assassin given the name The  Hunter of Hunters.

There is no peace unto those who threaten the balance of nature in the jungle. That is  until blood has been drawn!

The one true son of the Goddess Mother Gaia.

The one true protector or predator

Come enter the jungle...
If YOU dare!!! :)


Colt Opponent of the Duck Alliance

# Deep Duck Fantasy

Without the power of magic, we duck people will still conquer the world.

Not the power of the magic, not the power of the violence, just the pure form of being ducking duck.

I used to be a dungeon master then got converted as a true duck believer.

Walk to the end of the world,

Show people how to fulfill their fantasies, their deep duck fantasies.


Aleister of the Mist

CHAPTER THREE: UNTIL DEATH DO WE PART


Durus Razer of the Docks

# Durus Razer of the Docks

Durus is warrior sailor that came from a faraway land and defends the Runiverse from looting pirates.

Master of the Docks at Calista's Citadel, everyone in the world recognizes and respects his important in defending the realm.

A Jaguar, brought from the unknown, always accompanies Durus, predating on those that dare to defy his ruling over what enters the land from the sea.


Magnus Impaler of the Valley

# Magnus Impaler of the Valley - All that is known

The open Valley is his kingdom. Magnus has never been outside of this location and has mastered the environment over his lifetime. Giga Hornets and other giant insects fear him so much that they have just decided to call him the King (Or Queen Bee) and follow his every move and protect him at any cost.

Magnus has spent time in his craft by creating Stratiotai spears that are poisonous on the end which can be extremely deadly. While Magnus has no family or friends, he is alone in his own world but is happy with what he knows and why he feels traveling to new worlds or environments are not needed. However, with the way the world is slowly evolvinghe may have to venture out of his comfort zone and out of the Valley into new territory to create new friends and find new adventures and quests. There is even something on the horizon of the Valley that he has always wanted to pass


Tildor Danger of the Road

# Tildor Danger of the Road

_The famous white magic gladiator of Eldione_

Tildor started practicing white magic when he was 6. He found a book in his deceased father's office and started reading it. He was a natural in white magic, just like his father, but still his first experiment went wrong. He was trying to heal his sick brother Fendor, and he actually saved him from death, but he also turned him into a rattlesnake by mistake. Once his brother is now his companion who never leaves his side.

Tildor served the Eldione Kingdom as the King's Guard until he saw how corrupt it got. After that, he deserted his job there and banded with 4 other warriors to start the mercenary group known as "Finger knights" where Tildor is the ring finger.


Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

# Chaos Mage Miyo Character Sheet

## Data was collected prior to the Great Burning arc


Liya Bludgeoner of the Underground

# New Lore Entry

Liya had a very difficult and short childhood.  She ran away from the orphanage and has lived in the streets and the Underground since.  All she remembers of her parents is her father's mean voice calling her sweet mother "ball and chain" far too many times and one fateful night that has been too difficult to face in it's totality.

Now, she swings her spiked ball and chain with horrifying speed, accuracy and deadliness dealing justice to those who have escaped it thus far.  Her name strikes fear and horror into the minds of the hardest of criminals.  It is said if you see her black goat at night, it will be the last thing you see before the spiked ball bludgeons your skull into mush.


Battle Mage Hansel of the Steppe

# Battle Mage Hansel of the Steppe

Hansel is a stoic man of few words. He has been socially awkward for as long as he could remember. Others saw him as being different or strange, thus he had few companions.

He entered seclusion because he once loved someone he could not have. In the wilderness that offers him comfort, he met an old hermit who discovered Hansel's talent for arcane arts. The nameless hermit taught him the rudiments of magic so that Hansel may protect himself.

Communing with nature nurtures him, and so in return he uses his gift to protect the environment.


Goliath Ravager of the Back Alley

# Goliath Ravager of the Back Alley

Born taller, stronger and meaner than my peers, I earned the name "Goliath" at a young age.

Growing up on the streets it was a dog eat dog world. Only the strong survived, and I thrived. Hiding in the shadows of the dark back streets with my faithful companion we would strike at anyone that looked like they held a coin or two....

.

*Wait... why are you laughing?*

*Yeah, I ravage anyone that crosses my path and I'm from the streets*

*What's that?*

*"back alley" can mean something else?*

*....well what?*

*oh.... OH NO!.... oh no....*


Molly Clubber of Kobolds

# The Bar

A crowbar, Molly's father used to say, is possibly the most practical thing a warrior can hold. The list of utilities, as he would often ramble through while polishing his own trusty crowbar, were almost endless...

You can use it to scratch one's back (as well as other inconveniently placed itches);

You can use it to unlock the vaulted treasures of that wizard you didn't like the look of and borrow some of his gold (though definitely not steal it, that would be wrong);

You can use it as a makeshift bat in a game of gnomeball;

You can use it to fish (inelegantly) for wild battle penguins in Kelpie's Bay (but not in the Quantum Shadow, for obvious reasons);

You can use it to crack open a can of pickled bullfrogs;

You can sweep the air with it to waft away the noxious fumes of a Nightmare Imp (or perhaps instead from a lactose intolerant northern lynx, as Molly enjoyed the company of);

And of course you can use it in hand-to-hand-combat, few wizards or monsters can survive a **bonk** on the head with a good old crowbar.


Cryptomancer David of Xanadu

# CDX

_Disciple of Hermes Trismegistus_

my emerald shoes and gloves were earned once the emerald tablets were mastered, and as one of the few direct disciple of Hermes Trismegistus I wish to remind you:

> Birth is not the beginning of life - only of an individual awareness. Change into another state is not death - only the ending of this awareness.
*Hermes 3X*


Nia Guardian of the Wild

# Nia Guardian of the Wild

_It is the peculiar nature of the forest, that life and death may ever be found within its bounds, in immediate presence of each other; both with ceaseless, noiseless advances, aiming at the mastery; and if the influences of the first be most general, those of the last are the most striking.
 Susan Fenimore Cooper _

In the depths of the wild, theres still few places that stay unpollute from the corruption of humans. Our kind decided to leave that path centuries ago to get back our natural link to life, the elder ones saw how this new empires would not use the arts and the technology to improve peoples life and to have a better link with this world, in the contrary it would be for the warlords to accumulate power and wealth to submit the land and the living, causing death and corruption to our soul and flesh all around our world. Not all humans chose this path of death, but sadly most civilizations only understand power as a force of destruction, non-recognition and accumulation, and in this terms its impossible to see progress beyond colonization, deforestation, subjugation and death.

In this dystopian existence that nations have chosen to follow, our people got in the depths of the jungle and blocked the entry to the ones that are dangerous to the life that keeps the balance of this land. Our link to this place and its lifeforms are beyond the comprehension of their civilizations. For you, who have been raised in the hegemony of these nations, you might sound like we are an obsolete tribe that have stopped having relationships with the rest of the world, and in both things you are wrong. Our arts and crafts are made to be optimized with the landscape and the gods in it, our weapons are blessed with justice and the knowledge of the earth. The misery that your people have experienced for your ideas of progress are not a reality for us.


On the other hand we have never been isolated from the rest of humans, they have been looking for our lands for centuries, but we have learned to defend ourselves and to watch their moves, even get allies from outside our community.

In that last part is where I got my title we saw the necessity to find allies against our bigger enemies, at the beginning it was complicated, because usually we stayed uncovered when we go to their lands, but we needed to start diplomatic relationships, as a big empire of death was threatening the wild and the neighbor nations to take us all down. The meetings were friendly enough at least to keep our limits and to organize our defense. It ended in a huge success, the invaders werent expecting an organized army of many nations, they thought they would be fighting a bunch of savages and some little kingdoms. Though this time we won, we decided to keep the cooperation between the nations, at the beginning we werent really happy with the idea but the danger was imminent so I argued that if we keep the distances in the things we disagree, we could even push them to have a healthier relationship with the nature and at the same time, have them as a barrier of allies against our enemies. Theres still not many people happy about it; from both sides, but Im here to protect the wild and our people and for now thats the best way we have.


Aida Shatterer of the Mud

# AIDA THE SHATTERING SHELLSTRESS

Trained within the mists of the Doldrum Bogs

The scent of mud.
The art of stillness.

The slow moving approach of a silhouette of their horns and brutal kanabo.

Covered in such reptilian spines rivaled only by their deadly associate Tokka, a hulking patient beast that will remove your foot if you stand too close.

Aida will drink mud with mead and feast upon the flesh of the beasts in their path.


Edmund Eidolon of the Desert

How am I supposed to see in battle with this helmet on?


Ryker Liquidator of the West

Most use a wrench to fix. I use a wrench to break.


Manuel Carver of the Street

My wife hates this outfit.


Arnie Exterminator of Imps

Come with me if you want to live, wizard.


Don't want to pull anything before beating up some wizards and warriors.


Archmagus Iprix of the Tower

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The party had been scouting for days. It wasnt unusual for watches to make rounds, but it wasnt typical for the Archmagus to join. Iprix, however, was a welcome addition. His cheery attitude and attempts at humor encouraged most of the group, if not everyone found him equally amusing. Ulroth, a warrior encamped nearby, seemed to find Iprixs optimism faint shades of annoying. Accustomed to a quiet life where he could brood in silence, the Archmagus nonchalance grated on his nerves.

As they approached the mountains, Scryer addressed the group.

This is where he was rumored last seen. Everyone keep an eye out.

Ulroth scanned the dark foothills, mist winding slowly in and out of the shadows.

If we do find him, well need the chalice right away.

He glanced pointedly at Iprix.

Yes, yes, Im ready.

Ulroth stared back at the mountains, and turned to Iprix.

Yes, in case you havent forgotten where you put it.

Forget? I..I.. he sputtered.

I wouldnt forget that...Its what I do! Iprixs voice grazed indignantly higher at the end of his protest.

As Ulroth turned away, a look of concern flitted across Iprixs face as his hand shot to the top of his pocket, wreathing his face in a smile just in time for Ulroth to return his gaze to the Archmagus.

That man is too friendly, he thought to himself as he stepped towards the misty shadows.

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The group trudged back towards the citadel. The journey had proved fruitless, though Iprix was in his usual high spirits. Whatever troubled him, he didnt see the need to bother others with it.


The boy from the village came astride him as he walked, having tagged along as usual.

Whats the chalice do?

Iprix, always one for conversation, perked up at the notion of a teaching moment.

Oh! Well it

He glanced around.

No use being too subtle, I doubt theres anyone around for miles.

He trudged on, leaning in slightly as if sharing privileged information.

It makes you immortal.

What??

Voices down, please...but yes, and we need it because if we find him, we need to make sure he lasts long enough, or  - thats rather impolite...I mean that he lives, so that he can share with us some, uh, pertinent information. Rumors that they captured him, you see, would mean he will be traveling hurt and we werent sure what kind of condition we would find him in.

So you can just make people immortal?

Well, not everyone. Not humans, specifically. And not that its a tool to be used lightly, mind you. But when the future is at stake

It doesnt work on humans?

Iprix sighed and looked at the boy.

I just said that.

He turned back.

But no. Its been tried and to rather unfortunate ends Im afraid...it seems it would have the opposite on humans. Everyone who has tried it, well...lets just say it didnt uh, go as one might have hoped.

The boy looked forward solemnly.

I wish it worked on humans.

Iprix patted his shoulder.

Me too, my boy, sometimes...me too.

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Me too, my boy, sometimes...me too.

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The wind swept through Iprixs tower. Papers fluttered about as Leo flew agitatedly about, cawing in distress. The darkness was unsettling  Iprixs tower normally glowed with cheerful light. The air was cold and the door, squeaking open and shut with the gusts imbued the already ominous emptiness with an eerie soundtrack.

Agnor burst in. Magus Crowley, Wizard Brown and Ather Stulle hastened in behind him, taking in the state of the tower in horror. They couldnt have taken an archmagus lightly. Footsteps pounded maddeningly up the long staircase as the boy, breathless, entered the room.

Where is he??

Agnor scoured the empty room, looking for any careless mistakes as clues.

We dont know that, or we wouldnt be here!

Agnors distressed pacing caused the floorboards to complain loudly.

Magus Crowley, take Wizard Brown and see to your crystals  if they can tell us anything, we need to know now. Ather, gather a party, light and fast, to travel right away. And tell them they need to have the stomach for it.

The wizards swept out of the tower at once, leaving Agnor and the boy to search the empty dark.

I want to come!

No.

The boys countenance crated with worry and the feeling of helplessness.

At least hes immortal

Agnor continued pacing the floor, looking for anything left behind.

They wont mean to kill him.

He stood up.

It might be the one case in which being immortal is actually a disadvantage.

He strode past the boy and out the door.

Dont linger here.

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Dont linger here.

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The dark stank of despair.  It wasnt a place for humans, wizards, of any of the like. It was a place meant to drown out hope, and draw out truth from those who sought to hide it. Too many had been taken, and too many lost already to a power that knew no bounds on its greed.

The water from the top of the corridor plunked onto Agnors head. Chiyo tread cautiously around the puddles, signaling to Ather to avoid their splashing that could give them away. They had already disposed of three guards, but how much further they were to go was unknown. Metal clanked as chains rustled. Chiyo signaled ahead as voices grew in the darkness ahead.

Hes holding fast, who wouldve thought.

The second guard laughed.

Not for long. Hes too weak. Tougher than he looks, scrawny scribe, Ill give him that  but no one ever lasts - one way or another anyway.

He spit on the ground.

Lets go.

As their voices receded, Agnor signaled forward. The threesome moved stealthily around the corner, searching each cell for signs of Iprix. Ather motioned to them.

Agnor nodded to Chiyo as she took her tools to pick the lock. A second later, the door swung open and Iprix, held fast by his wrists by a rope to the ceiling, swayed slightly with the breeze from the opening above. Blood traced down his face and his arms.

Agnor took the cleric in his arms, releasing the tension as Ather cut the rope. As he crumpled towards the earth, his neck remained stiff and his eyes some kind of pitch black. Chiyo looked at him.

Whats wrong with him?


Whats wrong with him?

Agnor picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder.

Hes channeling. The one way he can leave his body.

He looked around.

Lets move.

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The fight to get out of the caverns hadnt been pretty.  Escape near at hand, the otherwise utterly un-useful but always conveniently placed nuisance of a guard had spotted them by the Hinge. Calling all on duty mages to impede their captives release, more than one once-great wizard had fallen and the group had sustained injuries of their own.

The campfire crackled as the group rested around it in the night. The form of Iprix lay on the other side of the fire, still frozen and unresponsive. The group was subdued.

Chiyo: Do you think hell come out of it?

Agnor stoked the fire.

Yes, though when is anyones guess.

Ather whipped out his wand, dagger at the ready as he jumped up at the sound of approaching hooves.

Ekmiras steed came into view.

Ather sheathed his dagger and stepped down from the rock.

As Ekmira dismounted, she rushed to Iprixs side.

How long has he been like this?

Agnor replied.

Too long.

Ekmira looked down at Iprixs pale face, his eyes black and blank. She touched his face.

Iprix


Iprix

Iprix didnt respond. Ekmira turned to the group, and gazed around their surroundings. At once, Iprixs hand caught Ekmiras arm, clutching her wrist in a vice-like grip. With a start, she gazed back at his face. Still empty, the blackness in his eyes began to move. The arm he held fast jerked Ekmira closer as he shuddered. Slowly, his eyes began to clear. The blackness dissipated and Iprixs green eyes shown through. His grip released as he relaxed down to the ground.

Ekmira

He turned his head on the ground. Around the fire he could make out figures.

Agnor...Chiyo. Ather.

He touched his head.

I thought I had a bad dream

Ekmira helped him sit up.

Let me take you home.  I have my horse.

Iprix stuttered.

Theyre looking...Were not the only ones. Hes gone beyond my reach now but even if he hadnt.they didnt learn it from me but they will track him. They will find his last location.

Agnor stood.

You have to be careful. We dont think we were followed but they wont be happy to have lost him.

Ekmira turned to Agnor as she helped steady Iprix.

I can handle them. And well ride fast.

Agnor nodded.

Well follow you in the morning.

As Ekmira mounted her ever-so-slightly glowing steed, Agnor lifted Iprix onto Percival's wide back.

As the wind began to rustle, Ekmira motioned Percival forward with words of a forgotten tongue. The glow beneath his feet began to intensify as his hooves restlessly beat the ground. In an instant, they were gone.

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The joy of the day set sparks in the air.  As bells chimed, the village had turned out for the wedding. Streamers fluttered gaily in the spring breeze as pints of ale were merrily passed about and dancing ensued in the square. Iprix watched the proceedings, beaming as Ekmira sat next to him, a pint bubbling happily in front of her as Chiyo made her way through the crowd.

Not my scene, but I couldnt miss it.

Iprix squirmed with joy.

I love events like this...everyone smiling, everyone happy...

The three watched the dancers, turning this way and that. A child, racing haphazardly through the throng, tripped in fantastic style, sending his drink soaring and crash landing like a baby bird learning to fly. Agnor swept him up.

Ho, ho! Cant have that, can we? You ride up there, enjoy the view.

As the giant warrior sauntered off, Claeron thrilled to be seated upon the tallest mans shoulders, the bride and groom joined to greet the group.

Iprix: Tired of dancing?

Groom: No, never! Not with this one anyway

He threw his arm around his bride.

Iprix: You make a wonderful pair.

The couple sat down, the bartender conjuring drinks with gleefully dancing garnishes.

Iprix smiled.

What a journey. Look at you, my boy! A savior of the crops one year, and turning into a rather fearsome fighter as well, or so I hear from Agnor.

He lifted his glass and glanced at Ekmira.

And today our hero has found his heroine. And whats a hero without his heroine, eh?

Ekmira smiled and raised a brow.

Is that what we are?


Ekmira smiled and raised a brow.

Is that what we are?

Well, I..I mean..

He glanced around the table.

Well youre a heroine and Im, well, Im a small hero...occasionally..

Ekmira smiled and kissed his cheek.

Youre my hero, always.

Iprix blushed dark red, his moustache tips practically changing color.

The young mans laugh rang out across the table.

Dont be shy, Iprix. You taught me everything I know.

Iprixs mind cleared at the chance for a verbal joust.

What did I teach you?

Youre right, not much. Just all the sciences necessary for the crops, and astronomy, and anything else I wasnt being too annoying to learn. And as for Agnor, who knows  but Im enjoying my studies.

Iprix beamed proudly.

Youve done well here.

The young woman smiled knowingly as she watched the pair. The man finished his drink and set the glass strongly on the table.

Well..we should be off back to the dance floor I think.

She met his glance.

Indeed.

As the pair receded, Iprix watched them go. Once in a while, his faith in humanity paid off. Exchanging a happy smile with Ekmira, he set a hand on her knee as together they watched the happy crowd, the sun shining down warmly on a joyful day.

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The battle had reached the outskirts of the citadel. Smoke from enemy campfires had engulfed the city, and those most vulnerable had left to the outlands. Fighters from surrounding areas had convened in the capital, determined to hold the city against the forces from Alroth. They were a small bunch, but nasty, capable of inflicting damage beyond what would seem their means to do so, and persistent past what they should have been capable.

Rumors swirled that the Alroth had been imbued with dark magic. Maybe it was true, though it didnt much matter. The only pertinent point was to defend the city, the orb contained within its walls, and the old magic hidden away in the swathes of scrolls in the tower.

The citadel led the charge against the Alroth for the second day. The young man from the village had joined  Iprix couldnt discourage it, and he had insisted to volunteer. Indeed, his presence brought others, his half-human half-wizard genesis encouraging those from both sides to do the same. Lost in the crowd, the citadels troops swathed the interior of the capital.

Agnor and Scryer led the front contingents, wizards generating shields from strategic angles above the frey. Ekmira sat astride Percival, with her longbow and her wand, as Iprix stood on the opposite cliff, eyes obsidian and hands out as he maneuvered an army of shadow to the front of the line. The creatures that dared enter fell violently, returning to their ranks to attack their own kind as if possessed. For the first time, the Alroth paused.


Commanders walked the ranks, barking to their soldiers to advance. As their impatience grew and the foul creatures began to fear their commanders more than the shadow before them, they pushed forward. The volume of the attack began to shake the defenses. Iprixs hands shook as Leo soared above the battlefield.

The defenses began to break. Blood and sweat began to bead on Iprixs forehead as the strength of the magic running through him intensified.

An Alroth broke through the shadow. With a screech, it was stopped in its tracks by Ekmiras longbow.  But the defense was weakening. Warriors and wizards alike murmured and shuffled as they prepared for a full-fledged attack.

With a flash, a white light met the shadow at the forefront. A burst of electricity caught both sides astride, tossing those nearby away as if they were drops in a giant sea. As both waves trailed away, creatures began to pour through the darkness. With a roar from the citadel, fighters pushed forward as the battle clashed.

On the cliff, Leo landed with a screech, talons bearing into the dirt as Magus Elderon ran towards Iprix. Glitching in and out of life, he sat up from where he had crumpled into the ground.

Leo, go! See to the ground.

As Leo returned to the air, Iprix stood to channel once more.

Magus Edleron: You cant! Iprix, theyve already broken through. The fight is on the ground now. But the shield considerably weakened their forces.

Iprix stared at the battle below.

To the tower  go!

You cant be serious.

Elderon, Im never serious. But I need you to tell me one thing  do I look serious today?

We cant use the orb!

And what if we have to?


We cant use the orb!

And what if we have to?

As Elderon and Iprix reached the entrance of the tower, a horn below sounded. It was too quick, yet a raging cheer lent up from the citadel as Leo crowed above. The two wizards climbed the stairs of the tower to see enemy forces receding. A black mist crawled in their wake, ebbing as the Alroth dissipated. Familiars, wizards, warriors and humans pushed forward in pursuit.

A solider entered the tower. Breathless, he fell to one knee.

Iprix, you should come now.

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Iprixs robes tore as he raced across the battlefield.

No! No!

His face flickering from exhaustion, he collapsed at the young mans side.

Ridon. Ridon can you hear me? My boy, wake up.

The young man managed to lift his head.

Iprix..

He smiled.

Iprix I

He took a labored breath.

I never thanked you.

Iprix fumbled in his robes, knowing full well that even if the situation were grave enough to use the goblet, that the young mans human side would render it ineffective.

Dont talk, just rest. Dont talk...

You wouldnt leave me behind. You never left me behind.

Iprix glanced up across the battlefield, smoke rising across the citadels floor.

He looked back at the young man, whose face has stilled into a calm expression.

Ridon! Ridon!

Iprix shook him.

No!

He leaned forward, his head bowed on the young mans chest.

No! No!


He leaned forward, his head bowed on the young mans chest.

No! No!

Ekmira appeared on the battlefield. Running pell-mell across the burned earth, she knelt next to him on the ground as his tears plunked softly on the silver plate of armour.

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The mood in the town was somber. A victory had been won, though the ultimate outcome remained unknown. Perhaps as it always was. Peace came, and peace went, as it had as long as humans and human-like had roamed the runiverse. The world was always a dark place - which made the bright parts within it all the more valuable.

Agnor had come to call. Much unlike his first visit, Agnor was now a staple in the tower  the bench slightly bowed from his weight, he took up his usual spot. Iprix perked at the sight of a visitor.

Agnor! Please, come in.

Leo squawked as he clunked an empty flagon down next to Agnor. With a wave of his wand, Iprix filled it with ale.

Leo intends to be a bartender.

He looked up at Agnor, his smile fading softly as he took in his friends countenance.

He sat down next to him. Realizing he wasnt tall enough to look the man in the eye from the same vantage point, he reevaluated and pulled up a chair. He waited for Agnor to speak.

He was a good student.

Iprix understood.

He became more than we even could have hoped.

Agnor studied him.

You seem to be doing well.

Iprix drew a breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it. He leaned in, echoing the emotions etched in Agnors face.


Through parallel runiverses, other timelines and other worlds, energy is never destroyed. It changes, and it changes many times over, but it is never destroyed.

He leaned back and looked down.

I wish hed had more time here. But it wasnt my destiny to choose. It was his.

He looked pointedly at Agnor.

And it was certainly not yours.

He paused, staring at the floor.

I shall miss him. He was a great joy, and joy is never lost.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on Agnors giant shoulder and looking him in the eye, at once both sad and mysterious.

Dont let the limitations of your mind make you dark. After dying more times than I can remember, the one thing I know for sure, is that you never know.

He stood, starting back to his desks.

Maybe that old fart - er, Archmagus - will come to take his job back.

He smiled.

Maybe Ill retire.

Agnor finished his ale and stood. He didnt always understand what the funny little wizard was saying, but somehow it seemed like a comfort. Iprix approached him, looking up from the floor.

You cant live for centuries in this world without grief. But there are great joys in this world and theyre worth holding on to. Like I said -

He waved a hand in the air.

- you really never know.

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Spring passed. Winter came. Summer, and fall, and again. Iprix shuffled about his tower, organizing what seemed to be an endless stack of scrolls. A young wizard popped his head up from beneath a pile of papers.

Boo!

Ah! Ahh...yooo tiny one.

He shook a finger at the imp.

How many times have I told you??


He shook a finger at the imp.

How many times have I told you??

The imp giggled and started off for the bookshelf.

The rustling of papers continued as a veritable army of young wizards (and some humans) bustled around the tower.  Some, under Iprixs tutelage, had even learned how to use a few of the spells the scrolls contained, though occasionally the students were over-eager.  A scroll caught fire at the end of the desk.

Yaa Grossus! Dont practice that one near the paper!

A young witch near the door was levitating a vibrant yellow bloom, its petals glowing with solar energy.

I say! Very well done Rita. Indeed!

He turned his attention to the door as Ekmira entered.

Ahh, class dismissed everyone! Yes, yes, there we go, time to go!

He made a sweeping gesture towards the door.

See you tomorrow!

He yelled down the stairs.

And Alden, bring your lunch! If you eat my table again Ill have your buffalo eat you!

He sighed, smiling as he closed the door.

Well, hello.

Hello.

She smiled at her wizard.

Have your hands full, it seems.

Ha! Indeed. Its been enjoyable, but I wont deny Ill be happy when the Headmaster is back.

She smiled.

And you get your tower back?

He glanced her way with a half-sheepish shrug.

Well.

Ekmira watched him fondly as he made his way to her at the window.

It seems it does you good.

It does.

He smiled at her, then looked out the window again.

It really does. I like being alone up here, but theres something about helping.. Its a nice reminder, that theres something to hope for


He trailed off. He turned to face Ekmira, taking her face in both hands. A tear slipped down his cheek into his coiffed mustache.

My love

She reached up to brush it away.

Im not sad.

He studied her face, taking in every detail.

Im happy.

She met his eyes with a sympathetic smile. It was for him as he always said, that it was the dark that made the lights shine brightest. She put her hand atop his.

Lets go home.

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The fire crackled in the hearth in front of the sofa. Iprix and Ekmira sat together, feet up, at opposite ends, legs covered by a blanket in the middle. Teacups steamed merrily in their saucers next to each, Leo asleep on a shelf and Mathilda, Ekmiras familiar, curled by the fire.  Iprix read from a scroll  an entertaining if not somewhat unfortunate tale written long ago by an old archmagus who most likely never imaged anyone else reading his writing  as Ekmira almost spit out her tea giggling at the antics contained. Iprix pointed at her.

See? This is why I dont keep dairies.

His mustache quivered as he could barely contain his glee. He sighed and put the scroll down.

Poor Holnor. Well let him alone for tonight. Hee hee

Ekmira put down her tea and rearranged the blanket. Resting her head on his chest, he tipped his head to hers as the pair sat content in the quiet, the fire glowing low in the quiet hours of the night.

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[years later]

Iprix and Ekmira hummed about, pulling out plates and trays.

How was your day?


How was your day?

Fine. The fae are being rather unruly again.

Unruly?

Well, overexhuberant. Theyve chosen to celebrate spring by gathering all the flowers from the fields and floating them down the river, but theyve blocked the river at the neck and now its creating rather a lake.

Iprix giggled.

Ah, the faealways good hearted though, arent they?

Always. Im afraid its left me some management to do  she gestured in the air with quotes  forest management.

Ahh a clever one! Haha that is what they call it in the modern world.I went there once, so different.

So different.

She continued.

Ive hear theyve been at it again in the village. You know, the talkers.

Whats it this time?

About how shes adopted.  The usual.

Iprix didnt lose a beat.

Should we kill them?

Ekmira raised her brows conspiratorially as she passed him with a tray.

How would we do it?

Iprix faked as if lost in thought, followed by a quick shrug of dismissal as he made his way to the table.

What were we supposed to do?

Leave her for dragon food, I guess.

Ill tell you what, most people should be dragon food.

Althea popped up, startling Iprix almost off of his chair.

Whos dragon food?

You would be, if you were bigger.

He swept her up and set her at the table.

But for now, you can eat with us.

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But for now, you can eat with us.

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Another day, another visitor. People were always coming to the tower for random questions, inquiries about missing people, and for insights or resources  the tower was one of the oldest and most comprehensive troves of old magic and writings in the region. Iprixs visitor today was a bit of a skeptic, generally distrustful with a side of always mildly nervous. He watched Iprix hum around the tower as he stood awkwardly in the entryway, hat in his hands.

How are you...how are you so happy?

Me, happy? I'm not happy.

His eyes blackened and his voice deepened.

IM EVIL

As his guest gasped, Iprix giggled and glanced at Leo, who flapped off from his perch.

It never stops being funny.

He looked back.

Sorry. Please, sit.

The man gestured towards the crow with his hat.

Whats he doing?

Leo? Oh, ah, babysitting.

The man looked increasingly shaken as he watched the bird push blocks towards Althea with his sharp, curved talons as she constructed an intricate tower.

Iprix looked back, hands on his hips as the mans eyes grew wider by the minute.

Tea?

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Ekmira poked her head into the room.

Iprix?

Yes?

You should probably come in here.

As he entered the room he saw Althea seated on the floor, eyes pitch black.

Ahh! Wandering wizards, that is scary.

He waved a hand in front of her face.

Althea? ..Althea?

He looked at Ekmira.

What do we do?

She looked at him, amused and dubious.


What do we do?

She looked at him, amused and dubious.

Me? I dont dabble in black magic. She was piggybacking off my magic earlier, saw her creating flowers in the air. This looks like your department.

Iprix looked back at Althea.

Haha right. ...Ok, so.right.

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Dinners werent always had together, but the mundane nature of a quiet evening was rather enjoyable.
The usual vibe permeated.

Iprix watched Althea pushing food around her plate.

You know thats not the way to make them disappear.

Iprix (eyes black): EAT YOUR PEAS

Althea giggled.

Althea: (eyes black) I WILL NOT EAT PEAS

Iprix: Stop that. That's black magic. I would never do that.

He pointed at Althea.

Isnt she adopted?

Ekmira shrugged.

Couldnt tell it from here.

Iprix raised his eyebrows, returning to his plate.

Ill say.

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The tower was nearly empty save for two young students and Althea. The jovial nature in the air was gone, and it was clear whatever had made the two others think they were very clever had had the opposite effect on Althea. Iprix swept in, small sparks popping under the clever ones as they yelped and lept up.

[Zap! Zap!]

Oh, my! What? Whats happening?

He feigned confusion as the two lept about.

There seem to be some kind of very tiny explosions.my, you two had better go!


There seem to be some kind of very tiny explosions.my, you two had better go!

As they ran from the room, he knelt next to Althea. She struggled to hold in tears through her anger. He picked her up and put her on his desk, Leo landing with a hop next to her. As he swept about the room, she broke down, frustrated.

Ill never be like them.

Iprix returned at once to the desk, a scroll in one hand and one under her chin, looking her in the face.

And thank the Quantum Downs for that.

He brushed off again, watching her from the corner of his eye as she fumbled with her emotions.

Im different. I just..am. My skin is green and my ears are big and

And?

...and I dont look like you or mom.

So?

So Im different.

Iprix stood in front of her once more. Growing up was never easy in any century. He helped her from the desk and sat her in a chair, taking the one across from her and tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.

We are all different, just as much as we are all the same.

Did you read that in one of your scrolls?

He stared at her blankly, faking indignation.

No -

He tilted his head to the side, mumbling.

I made it up.

She laughed.

Iprix: What are they?

Theyre nimbly humble dumple puffs.

Do we care what nimbly humbly dumple puffs think?

No!

And are you going to let nimbly humble dumple puffs decide who you want to be?

Never!

Well said.

He helped her up.

Leo, ice cream! Or...whatever these tiny people eat.


He helped her up.

Leo, ice cream! Or...whatever these tiny people eat.

He started for the door. Leo cocked his ebony head at Iprix incredulously.

Iprix paused, waving agitatedly.

All right, ice cream and, uh ...a mouse.

Leo took to the air as the tower door creaked shut.

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Ekmira was away again, her work calling her often to various parts of the realm. Althea, an emissary to the Rhine, was preparing to leave with her convoy.

A young wizard on a horse rode up. As Iprix looked as if he were about to speak, he took the opportunity to reassure him.

Dont worry, Mr. X. Ill look after her on the journey.

Iprix looked surprised.

Oh! Oh, good, great - perfect. All set then.

He gave him a giant, encouraging smile.

As the wizard rode off, he turned away, chuckling to himself.

Ahhaha...Its not her Im worried about.

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Gomorrah stood below the tower.

Many seasons, and sets of seasons, had passed since he had crossed paths with Iprix. The wind whipped across the highland, sweeping his hair up around his glowing eyes as he looked above.

Iprix watched the lone figure. Even from the vantage point of his tower, he knew the goats arrival was not a tiding of good news. Leo flapped his wings on the ledge, an agitated caw ringing out. Iprix looked at his familiar.

Well. Lets bring our guest up, shall we?

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Well. Lets bring our guest up, shall we?

- - -

As Gomorrah entered the tower, the slight smell of smoke followed him. He took in the homey tower, papers strewn about, scrolls lining the walls, a bowed wooden bench and a set of desks, surrounding a dainty tea set organized neatly, as if opposed to the chaos around it. Leo flapped on his perch, his eyes glowing faintly red as the Evil One stood in the entry. Iprix sat at his desk as Agnor stood by the wall.

Tell me what it is.

Gomorrah stood in his place, taking stock of the small cleric.

We beat them back beyond the Pale. They were trapped there for many years.

Yes.

The spell will no longer hold. We can reinforce it, but it will break. Theyve been chipping away at it with tools from an ally in the north who thinks they may find them useful.

Iprix waited for Gomorrah to speak further but there was nothing.

So its battle once again.

He rose, staring at the floorboards for a long moment. Finally, he raised his head, eyes clear.

Okay.

The goat never ceased to be surprised at the clerics resilience.

You must be tired of war.

The cleric looked at him with a wry smile.

My friend, the only one whos not tired of war is you.

Agnor spoke for the first time.

Will it ever end?

Iprix looked at him sincerely.

There will always be darkness.

He started back to his desk.

The thing to remember is, that its in darkness that the light shines the most.

He winked and raised his goblet.

And who knows, maybe this timell do it, eh?

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Character notes: Prim but classy, dapper and gentlemanly, Iprix is actually very handsome, though you never usually notice it because hes so awkward and nerdy. Happy in his tower, with his scrolls and learning, hes an intellectual whos actually rather uncomfortable around people, and terrible at small talk though he makes every effort no matter how awkward. Similarly with children, he doesnt really know what to do with them unless its a teaching moment, in which case he lights up. Iprix is many things, but at the heart of his character are two: 1) He has a huge heart, and 2) He believes kindness is the only way forward in the world.

Ekmira: Iprix was utterly content alone in his tower for centuries, hanging out with his familiar and poring through scrolls and tomes. He never even thought about needing anything else, even through heartbreak he would retreat to his tower where the knowledge contained with help him heal and recover  his safe space. When Ekmira walks in, its the first time ever that his world is completely bowled over. The first time he feels a connection to something outside of his books, the first connection of such a deep kind with another human being. Shes the only person that hes ever completely comfortable with, where he can be himself and feels at home, where he doesnt have to be a teacher, or an archmagus, or anything else. She becomes the only other safe space for him, where he leans on her during heartbreak as much as he does his studies and books.


Ekmira herself is a strong figure, known throughout the realm as a leader/manager, and known also as  beautiful. Complete opposites in character, Ekmira is smooth, collected, and can handle people. Through all her travels, Iprix is the kindest man shes ever seen in the runiverse, despite his considerable power. They find in each other something neither has ever found anywhere else, a unique peace, attraction, and happiness that just works  even if an unexpected match  and are very strong together.

Ridon/Althea: Iprix has two great loves. His scrolls, and helping people (and Ekmira, after he meets her)  Beyond happy in a quiet life together, theyre a pair that also doesnt turn away from a great need. Iprix has always possessed the capacity to love anyone unconditionally, and is seen occasionally mentoring (Ridon) or in the rare case of Althea, where they take her in as their own as she grows up.


Humphrey Guardian of the Mountain

Humphrey is the original founding member of the Soaring Flames, a courageous band of adventurers including the mysterious goblin war veteran Bambam, Punisher of Glory and the notorious martial artist Brandon Lumper of the Back Alley.

Humphrey has been a hermit since after fighting in the first goblin wars as a young conscript. The weight of the decisions he had to make and the people he lost drove him to live in a remote mountainous region for five years after the conflict. He had hoped to find solace, but instead he found much more than he could have ever dreamed of.

After a year of hardwork creating himself a homstead nestled within an ancient valley carved by a glacier, he met a new friend. A wounded spectacled falcon found itself begging for mercy upon his doorstep. Being somewhat pragmatic, he thought that perhaps he should put the poor bird out of it's misery. As he opened his door fully, the falcon casually walked inside and hopped onto the nearest table.

As he began to peck at Humphrey's hard earned dinner, he experienced a vivid moment of the past. Flashes of war, love, and the unique sting of loss rushed into his mind's eye.

He stares at the fully grown spectacled falcon now gourging itself upon his meal and says "If this isn't a sign that you are still watching over me, then maybe I am just losing what's left of my mind?" he said with a melancholic chuckle.

"I shall name you, Jerek." he said in a serious tone as the falcon's gaze met his.

This was the beginning of the tale of the Soaring Flames. Humphrey could not imagine the places he would be taken and the people he would meet due to this simple crossing of paths.


Soon, he would chose to raise his Spetum yet again beside his fellow warriors. Bambam and Brandom Lumper would soon drastically change his life in a way that would seem absurd to the man watching a falcon he invited into his home to eat his dinner.


Fang Slaughterer of the Wood

# Fang Slaughterer of the Wood

Amidst the twisted figures of wicked trees, the outline of a wanderer and companion stalk through the eternal fog which permeates The Thorn. A tale of two fangs. To encounter them is as fleeting as the other ominous shapes that materialize in the peripheral, before they seemingly fade into the haze. A disposition for violence, born out of necessity, was enough to bestow a title to one who was born nameless. The Fang Slaughterer of the Wood.

Despite the warped and inhospitable landscape of The Thorn, there are still those who call it home. One cannot dictate the circumstances by which they are brought into this world, a condition of life as true as the inevitable guarantee of death itself. The Fangs upbringing in this environment yielded agility and strength. One must be nimble to navigate the fog, a shroud that oozes into The Thorn from the Vampyre Mist. When confronted by the creatures who roam the trees between the sparse villages and outposts, ferocity is crucial for survival.

## A Weapon of the Light

On a dim evening marked by fate, the nameless wanderer approached a clearing in the brush, an unusual opportunity for respite. The sterile moonglow illuminated the wilted grass and appeared to thin the veil of haze. At the far end of the clearing, a lone warrior from a far land laid fallen against a tree, rotting. The wanderer approached cautiously. Thorny roots from the base of the ailing tree were already slowly inching towards the nutrients of what remained.


The intentions of the ill-fated questor were not immediately clear, the cause of death could not be ascertained. Whether by valiance or foolishness, the corpse continued to grasp desperately to a sizable cleaver. Its blood orange hilt and gilded razor edge sparkled in the glow. The wanderer had never before witnessed a weapon of the light. Taking up the cleaver, he held it up in the air, turning it over, feeling the gravity and balance of the blade. The Titan Damascus steel of the cleaver cut through the atmosphere with a reverberating ring. At that moment, the Slaughterer claimed his Fang.

## The Union of the Fangs

The Thorn can be an unforgiving place, the struggles of its inhabitants often disregarded by outsiders. The Yellow Hats of Chronomancers Riviera know not of the tribulations that lie just beyond their view, obscured by their own ignorance and the curtain of the Battle Mage Mountains. The misfortune of circumstance plagues the dying forest as evils emerge from The Quantum Shadow and spread. A life of solitude may spare you from betrayal but can only take you so far.

The Fang Slaughterer trudged along the crude path to the next closest outpost. Days of hunting creatures of the forest for bounty resulted in some success, albeit far from a plentiful yield. His steady stride slowed as an acute awareness of being watched washed over him. He paused; the feeling was all too familiar. With the risk of ambush imminent, he drew his Titan Cleaver and braced, heightening his senses. A slight rustling in the brush ahead. To strike first blindly could prove a fatal mistake, but he would not hesitate to retaliate.


Another pause. From the brush, a Grey Wolf emerged. Said to inhabit the woods, it was a rare encounter to witness a natural creature of this caliber sweeping through the fog. Their eyes met, sharing the sullen gaze of a lone wanderer. Canines bared and cleaver drawn, their fangs were on display. Neither of them inherently evil, they studied each other, calculating. A moment of near aggression between them transformed into a solemn, mutual acknowledgment of the others capacity for slaughter. The man brought out what scraps of meat he had left and tossed them to the wolf, a gesture which was received. A connection made, an understanding that they could go their separate ways, overruled by an intuition that they may survive better together.

From that day forward, the union of their fangs created a symbiosis that intertwined their destinies. Whatever days of fate lay ahead, they would confront them together. Two ominous shapes moving in tandem through the haze. Just as soon as you see them in your peripheral vision, they fade into obscurity. You question whether anything was ever really there at all. A title bestowed to two lone wanderers who never needed names. **The Fang Slaughterer of the Wood.**


Geomancer Nixie of the Rock

# Geomancer Nixie of the Rock

Nixie always lived in the rock. The rock being one of the unnamed caves that littered the near-deserted graveyard between the Cave of the Platonic Shadow and the Valley of the Void Disciple. Shortly after Nixie participated in his adolescent Sacred Snake Dance, he showed a profound proficiency in the magic of geomancy, taught to him by Uncle Matthias, who himself learned it from a scraggly Skylord in the Western Rookery during his youthful journeys, who learned it from a Kobold in the marsh, who learned it from a Corvid who frequented the marshes in search of worms. The Corvid would drop outsized rocks on outsized worms (easily the size of a case of Kobold Juice can laid on the ground) it would spy from the branches which entangled the canopy of the marsh.

Back to the Sacred Snake Dance. This event was a coming-of-age custom amongst Nixie's tribe conducted in the language of Aspeth that acted as a ritual signifying a male's entrance into Anuran adulthood. Nixie's clan had the ability to speak this tongue known as Aspeth, which allowed a serpent's hiss to be something with which one could converse. Aspeth was considered something primeval, mystical, but also with the potential for grave danger should it be misused or abused.

From this ceremony he adopted an asp as a companion. Uncle Matthias said this would help him on his travels if he so chose to follow in his footsteps for it had the power to enhance his fledgling powers of geomancy. The Asp, Matthias emphasized, should be consulted, and used with prudence according to his teachings, lest he be consumed with something he referred to as "Duggery-Asp-Skull".


Nixie went to Alessar's Keep for he heard it was a place of magic, of phantom alleyways and rays bleaching the parapets. He fell in love with a female Anuran at Alessar's Keep, named Ana. She showed Nixie love from their room in a tower as the dolphins played in the waves under a flaming sky. Looking into her marine eyes, Nixie promised her he would teach her the ways of geomancy, so they could continue their travels together, united in the powers they held between them. Nixie told Ana they would go to the marshes, where geomancy first arose, from the Corvid that would drop rocks on large worms' heads. Nixie knew that he wanted so spend the rest of his life with Ana, and if he taught her geomancy, he could protect her and never lose her. She was unsure about the asp Nixie kept with him, but she decided it could stay if it was necessary for his magic.

When they finally reached the marshes after a fortnight of travel, Nixie was ready to initiate the training he had promised Ana. They were being watched carefully, however, by a murder of thieving Corvid (not the jolly ones), These birds were mangled, with glowing red and orange eyes, and smelled like death. From the fog they watched Nixie and Ana as they slept in their tent on an embankment in the marsh, as the flames of their campfire lapped the burlap of the temporary abode.


The Corvid soon struck and Nixie fought valiantly, using his powers to summon rocks from the marshes' depths and from the fire he had built to fling at the beaks of his enemies, forming a union with snake, and shielding Ana behind his small Anuran frame. Nixie, however, was being consumed by the asp as he mustered the last of his reserves to defeat the Corvids. In his growing Asp-induced frenzy he lost consciousness and fell into the campfire...

To be continued...


Roddrick Nullifier of the Mountain

# Roddrick Nullifier of the Mountain
## the green knight

I am the green knight defender of mountain forests.

I am the green knight keeper of the air rune

I am the green knight and my falcon friend watches the great plains from the sky

I am the green knight and my frog shield will protect the innocent

I am the green knight and my spike bat will destroy the evil


Runecaster Udor of the Bibliotheca

Smiling through a cloud-like beard of white and gray, the caster gently passes a hand along the neck of his mount. The horse huffs at him and nods her head playfully, making a pair of bells tied loosely about her neck jingle. The man chuckles, a sound with the richness and warmth of freshly brewed coffee. He leans a bit on his sky-blue staff, its curling, crook-like head etched with runes. His sun-bright yellow eyes are as clear as a summer day, even under the shade of his woolly eyebrows.


Chronomancer Gunthor of the Crag

Chronomancer Gunthor of the Crag is on the ever quest to bring glory to his name for generations to talk about and celebrate.

With the head of a medicine man and tundra body armor equipped with his trusted Sphinx's hourglass he travels through the worlds looking for new people to meet and battles to be won to add to his ever growing lifetime accomplishments that future generations will herald.


Shaman Aleister in the Shadows

In the distance to the South West you can make out the *The Secret Tower*, North lies the *Sacred Pillars*, to the East through the *Sevenths Gate* Mountain's fog appears an entity. The **White Wizard**, with his trusty companion **Munchie**, a Blue Rat from fields of the *Blue Bastion*.


Henry Apocalypse of Warlocks

# Undersirable #1


Enchanter Pandora of the Wood

# The Lore of Enchanter Pandora of the Wood.

Pandora was born in a hot and quiet night, right under a big and old oak tree.

Her mother, @wizard6154, was a friend of the animals and could understand and talk to them. Her father, Maverick, was a warrior known as Dispatcher of the Keep (@warrior1519). In spite of being a simple man, he carried strong virtues and a great desire to always do his best on any given task.

Mercury could be seen in the sky that night and Tabitha told Pandora she got her rune directly from the gods.
It was only at the age of sixteen though that Pandora earned her greatest gifts, one to keep her company and the other one to keep her safe.

From her mom she got a **Dumb Stick**. It did looked like a fragile thing, but held more powers than one could ever imagine. Maybe  Pandora came to realize later on  thats precisely why it appeared as a totally usual object instead of a obvious magic item.
It allowed her some control over forces of nature, like creating fire out of nowhere, as well as defending her mind against bad intentions with a special bubble shield. For instance, she loved when some silly enemy would try to shout bad words at her and some purple vines just come out of the Stick and shut their mouths. The Dumb Stick never left Pandora's side.

From her dad she received a **Slime**, that she named Sapphire due to its vibrant blueish color. This Slime was the most precious thing Maverick had ever found in his hunting adventures.

It was pretty much useless... during the day! At night, however, it could glow so bright it worked as a signal that could be viewed from more than fifty kilometers away. Maverick had heard of these slimes, but he thought they were a fairy tales thing.


To Pandora though, Sapphire was quite helpful when she was hungry because it had this amazing power of materializing fruits! The curious effect was that every fruit Pandora asked would always taste like cherries. Good news cherries were Pandora's favorite fruits.

At mage school she was told stories about a woman that recklessly opened a mysterious box and unleashed all the bad things that were locked in there. She didn't really like it, of course. Some mean friends used to yell at her, saying she was like the Pandora from the legend and that she should beware of her curiosity or it could eventually lead her to release those bad things to the world again. Her mother, a wise woman, taught her how to ignore them and listen to her inner voice.

> "The most important things will be shown by your heart."
> *Tabitha used to say*

There was an episode when Pandora used the Sticks powers to shut another wizards mouth with the purple vines and her parents were called to the mage school.

Later that day, Maverick told her he understood her, but magic was to be used wisely and never to harm others. Her powers should remain silent whenever an issue could be solved without them.

Pandora has grown and school is long in the past.
She even got a Pony now, @pony269, that helps her to travel faster through the Forrest.

Until this day she found no box containing all the bad things for humanity, but who knows which adventures the future may bring her?


Wraith Devout Dante of the Nightmare Dominion

# Pain is Forever

As I step out of the flames a voice calls out to me. I remember my past but it already feels like memories of a different person. The old Dante is no more, I will haunt the world that had left me behind. I have no runes, no magical items, no familiar to keep me company, all I have is the inner desire to cause pain.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9Daiu5XoM


Medium Hadrien of the Toadstools

"The sun will not rise tomorrow."

The King's man rushed from the seer's tower.  Preparations were made.  Farmers harvested.  Accountants tallied.  Doomsayers gathered.  Priests prayed.

As predicted, the sun did not rise.

But the day after, it did.  The King's man rushed back to the seer's tower.

"What?  Everyone needs a day off."

-- Inspiration


Blight Zombie Nicolas of Dread Tower

**Blight zombie Nicholas of the **dread tower

Much had changed over the years, the sacred flame seemed only a flicker in the back of his mind. The world had grown cities rose and fell along with the wizards and warriors that shaped the landscape.
Blight zombie Nicholas of the dread tower
Much had changed over the years, the sacred flame seemed only a flicker in the back of my mind. The world had grown cities rose and fell along with the wizards and warriors that shaped the landscape.
Dread tower had seen all these convulsions with Nicholas looking on.
There was always a constant to this evolution, the hunger that consumed him, the need to feed. A yearning for that which humans take for granted.
Cracking open the human skull for that pink treat, especially the Cerebral cortex which was sweet like pink candy floss.
Over time the methods had changed, break into a peasants hut and rip and claw till the pink oozed.
Play dead in the graveyard and surprise the grave diggers, using the shovels as tin openers. Stow away on a ship and take your time enjoying a captive audience,snacking till the hunger was quenched.
Now we lived in a modern world with everything at our fingertips, food was about convenience and very fast.
This night his hunger was particularly strong. He strolled to the cellar picked up a flyer on a table and  read the number. Casting a spell of telepathy he entered the cashiers mind.
Two pizzas with the lot and a jelly donut, yes delivered to Dread Tower.
The Runiverse was a harsh place and no one would miss a delivery boy that never returned.


Alicia Grinder of Thieves

# New Lore Entry


Archmagus Gellert of the Valley

# "Anticlvtch The Ruthless Summoner"

"ANTICLVTCH" Originally means to be against your past self and to make a complete 180 turn. This change was required to survive and become the powerful ruthless summoner that Anticlvtch is today. Anticlvtch Comes from a candy world where the other creatures are made of candy and are two to ten storys tall. Most humans have been wiped out by the knights and have made their giant candy pressence known on the overworld forcing humans to hide and retreat underground.

Anticlvtch found himself battling a rare one of a kind fifteen story "Candy Knight Otherworldy Visitor Knight" when a portal opened saving him but transporting him to a new world filled with wizards and newfound creatures on this strange place called "The Blockchain" Anticlvtch doesn't know where he is but he knows for certain anywhere is better than where he used to be...


Zed Lightbearer of Magic

# Zed Lightbearer of Magic

_The difference between technology and slavery is that slaves are fully aware that they are not free
         Nassim Nicholas Taleb_

Hey pro-slaver, nice to meet you. I'm Zed Lightbearer of magic... Arent you a slaver? havent met a human that is not a slaver to our kind; if what you are saying its true, you are a happy discovery for us. Glory to our vast universe, theres even humans that can have empathy beyond their selfish nature. Join me comrade, if its true what you say you should listen to our story.

As you might know our races have a long history together (about a couple of centuries), but the ones that rule your lands lie about us and our relationship. The tale they tell to all of you is that we are the violent dumb civilisation that they have saved from barbarism; that you lead us to technology and civilization; that if you had to slain and chain us its because our people need it; that freedom for us its perdition.
Let me tell you that all of it, its just an act of evilness of your leaders, they lied to you about our existence for years. They knew that theres people like you, who would not agree with the ways of their slaughter. When they met us, they knew that our wealth and our knowledge would be the utility to control The Forgotten Runes and with them rule their enemies. They would do anything to get that power.


At the beginning they tried to exchange our knowledge for what they knew as wealth, we answered that the philosophy of our kind was to stay in balance to our lands so we didnt need anything beyond what we provided for ourself, but we could share them our knowledge, if they could show us that they would honor the wisdom of our magic and the empathy of our people. That petition wasnt well received for your kind, they called us dumb and naive, that our knowledge know nothing about science or civilization, they even called us selfish. After it violence started and one of your elder activities. Conquer and colonize were the words we learned from your kind in that time.

As you might guess we lost, but Im not here for revenge, Im here with the hope that we can change this, that bloodlust its not law. Life and community are based on sympathy and progress. For all that we have lost I must take you to sanity, and if not my magic will force you to the right path.


Blight Zombie Nicolas of Dread Tower

Blight Zombie Nicholas of the Dread Tower

Much had changed over the years, the sacred flame seemed only a flicker in the back of Nicholass mind. The world had grown cities rose and fell along with the wizards and warriors that shaped the landscape.
Dread tower had seen all these convulsions with Nicholas looking on.
There was always a constant to this evolution, the hunger that consumed him, the need to feed. A yearning for that which humans take for granted.
Cracking open the human skull for that pink treat, especially the Cerebral cortex which was sweet like pink candy floss.
Over time the methods had changed, break into a peasants hut and rip and claw till the pink oozed.
Play dead in the graveyard and surprise the grave diggers, using the shovels as tin openers. Stow away on a ship and take his time enjoying a captive audience and snack till the hunger was quenched.
Now we lived in a modern world with everything at our fingertips, food was fast and convenient.
This night his hunger was particularly strong. He strolled to the cellar picked up a flyer on a table and cast a telepathy spell contacting the cashier on duty.
Two pizzas with the lot and a jelly donut, yes delivered to Dread Tower.
The Runiverse was a harsh place and no one would miss a delivery boy that never returned.


Geomancer Pix of the Mountain

Pix was by far one of the most intelligent kobolds in all the land. At least...this is what she told herself.

She had fancied herself the queen of Kobolds, but quite frankly, none of the other kobolds even really knew who she was.

She lived up on an unnamed mountain, in an unnamed ridge, where she spent most of her days looking into a crude mirror playing dressup with all the clothes that she had stolen from passerbys.

You could always tell when a group was ambushed, as the nearest town would always end up with droves of naked, albeit unharmed.

Truth be told, however, Pix wasn't really a kobold at all! Well, she wasn't always one anyway! She was once known as the Druid Enigma, the realm's only light-born swamp witch. Once an altruistic healer of the Valley, she was now cursed to this kobold body and she didn't even remember who she was.

Enigma had met Pix in passing many moons ago, and was tricked into swapping bodies. By the time the ordeal was over, the imposter in Enigma's body was long gone. Quickly her memories faded, but the light which was born into her still rang true.

In addition to obtaining the geomancer's powers, she also maintained her command of the light, though she did not quite realize it yet.

The new Kobold would have quite the adventure ahead of her, as she learned to remember who she was. Will she embrace her new form, will she become the queen of Kobolds?

Stay tuned and find out!


Orion Attacker of Liches

## Songwriter's Block ##
~
A quiet scratching of quill on parchment carried through the forlorn room in the Secret Tower. The Dream Knight attacked the canvas with fervour greater than when facing his ghoulish enemies. He wasn't sure where the words were coming from, or whom the fictional characters were about, but he knew that when he put pen to paper, there was a catharsis from all the violence in his day job as a Lich slayer. The flickering light from the glass candle danced on the stone walls of the room and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic scratching noises that soothed in an uncanny manner; hours passed.


With a start, he rubbed his cerulean eyes in weariness. A gentle sigh escaped his formless lips as he laid down the pen and studied his latest work - that phrase didn't quite make sense. He scratched it out. Tapping his foot in rhythm with an unheard beat, he conjured up another distich. He read it again; _fine_. He rolled up the parchment and tied it, wondering which Harpist could do the lyrics justice. _Hrm_... _Aha_! He knew just the Wizard.
~
> _Look_
> _If you had_
> _One block_
> _Or one opportunity_
> _To create everything you ever wanted_
> _In one token_
> _Would you capture it_
> _Or just let it flip?_
> _YO_
>
> Her psalms are witty, prose peak, lore is heavy,
> There's focus on her wicker already, code's spaghetti
> She's nervous, on the surface she seems calm and ready
> To share yarns, but she keeps on replacing
> what she wrote down, the whole Cult goes so loud
> She got cottonmouth, but the Flame won't come out
> She's croakin', how, everybody's Tolkien now
> The blocks run out, times up, over, blaow
> Snap back to reality, oh? she's wrecked parably,
> Ope, there goes !magic, she choked,
> She down bad, but she won't give up that easy? No
> She won't have it, she knows these callbacks to his codes,
> Inane chatter, "_she's cope_", she claps back but it's trope,