## Language

In their natural state, Fungi communicate with one another using electrical impulses through the ground. For hundreds of millions of years and before attaching to the first host, the Manitari developed a rich, non-verbal language consisting of thousands of words. After the first syndesmos occurred, their non-verbal language began converting to spoken and written language. Some of these words have been further translated to commontongue. A few basic translations are as follows:

Athiktos - the fruiting body in their natural state, unconnected to hosts

syndesmos - the process of uniting with a host

Exo Apo - the Toadstools, where the Fungi are from

fithalis - Mazis that share a common Mitriki

Manitari - another name for the Fungi race. Fungi and Manitari are interchangeable

Mazi - Fungi that are connected to hosts

Mitriki - the sentient, underground network of threads called mycelium

mycorrhiza - roots that attach to the hosts central nervous system

Xeno - any race that is not a Fungus

## Names

Many Fungi names such as Poomu, Shoomer, Truffkin, etc. are common tongue versions of their Manitari names. Many Fungi do not like their common names and prefer to be called by their traditional names. All known translations are as follows:

Agaricus - Agaricus

Alice - Thavma

Amani - Amani

Amantia - Amantio/Amantia

Beefie - Vodino/Vodina

Buttons - Fermou

Cap - Kapako/Kapaki/Kapaka

Chanterelle - Kanth/Kantha

Cordy - Cephal/Cephali

Conker - Kato/Kata

Death Cap - Telos/Telas


Poomu Beater of the Realm

Conker - Kato/Kata

Death Cap - Telos/Telas

Enoki - Enoko/Enoki

Foongie - Talan/Talon/Talin

Funguy - Leonardos/Leonardas

Gilly - Sario/Saria

Goomer - Angeio/Angeia

Griff - Oki/Okia

Hedgie - Ichi/Icha

Hongo - Antiguo/Antigua

Inky - Melano/Melani

Moddles - Chatarum

Moldie - Adio/Aidias

Mooli - Leri

Morella - Morella

Mushbutt - Kolo/Kola

Mushloom - Aargal

Mushmush - Stomar/Stoma

Mushy - Strimo/Strima

Musky - Mos/Mosa

Mycho - Mycho/Mycha

Poomu - Oprano/Oprani/Oprani

Pooroo - Mantili

Porto - Toua

Puffball - Fousko/Fouska

Reishy - Lingzhi

Shaggs - Das/Dasi

Shimeji - Shimeji

Shroomer - Ogon/Ogona

Spore Boy - Sporio/Sporia

Stalk - Kotsan

Stewie - Rypas/Rypani

Stinkie - Osmos/Osmee

Toadie - Vatro/Vatra

Truffkin - Ytano/Ytanie

Waxy - Kiro/Kirodi

## Anatomy


Waxy - Kiro/Kirodi

## Anatomy

As stated above, a Mitriki consists of mycelium and mushroom(s). Mycelia can be as small as only a few millimeters thick, or it can grow for miles long underground. Similarly, its fruiting mushroom can be only a couple inches tall, or it can grow over one hundred feet high. Thus, Fungi are some of the smallest beings as well as some of the largest beings in all of the Runiverse.

The anatomy of a Mazi consists of the mushroom head in addition to the hosts entire anatomy. The Mazi connects itself via the hosts central nervous system through roots called mycorrhiza. Matrikis mushroom heads are spongy and therefore are not very susceptible to blunt damage. However, many are quite flammable.

## Diet

Mitriki break down and absorb surrounding organic matter into nutrients that can be absorbed and used as nourishment. However, Mazi will continue to eat and drink whatever the hosts diet consists of.

## Reproduction

Both Matriki and Mazi reproduce by releasing colorful spores, which spread through the air. When the spores land on a suitable surface, they grow underground into new mycelium. However, the climates of most areas in the Runiverse outside of the Toadstools are unsuitable for Matriki spores to grow.

Mazi can also mate through their hosts natural mating process. If an offspring is conceived, it will be that of the hosts race.

## Relationships

The Mitriki and Mazis bond is akin to that of a parent and a child. Once detached and then connected with a host, Mazi will often continue to express love and affirmation towards their "parent." Mitriki and Mazi are also able to and routinely do communicate non-verbally with one another after syndesmos.


Although Matriki are sentient, they do not possess many other traditional emotions, including sexual desire. Therefore, many Mitriki are either sapiosexual or asexual. Conversely, Mazi express physical attraction and will often mate with other Mazi but may also mate with other humanoid races.

Historically, Fungi have had an ambivalent relationship with the rest of the Runiverse. On one hand, the Manitari needed other races to further develop their society. On the other hand, they have been hunted for the medical and psychedelic properties of their spores for tens of thousands of years. The race of Hunters, in particular, have been known to especially love the taste of Fungi. Many people from around the Runiverse remain untrusting of Fungi because of how Fungi have historically subjugated other races into becoming one of them. A lot of Fungi similarly resent other races due to those people hunting and eating them.

## Government

Fungi are the Runiverses oldest and truest democracy. Every Fungi, whether it be a Mitriki or a Mazi, is allocated one vote no matter how small or how large it is. Fungi elections are a time-honored tradition, and, despite Fungis controversial history, are known to be particularly honest and lawful. Fungi belong to different political parties based upon their personal beliefs. The more known democratic parties include the Armilla, Astero, Cyttaria, Entomo, Hypomy, Malass, Metarhi, Pneumo, Ophio, and Tricho parties. Fungi are free to change parties after each election cycle.

## Death


## Death

Fungi are almost always buried in the ground after death. Cremation is heavily disfavored by many Fungi. Its an important part of their culture that the mushroom head is returned back to the Toadstools upon death in order to be buried among their ancestors and become sustenance for the Runiverse. Fungi will often return the deceased hosts body back to its place of origin.

## Religion

While each democratic party has different values and beliefs, most Fungi practice some nature-based religion or no religion at all. Because theyve witnessed countless religions come to rise and fall throughout their races existence, many Fungi are skeptical of religion as a whole.


Druid Alessar of the Cosmos

As Alessar waited for the sun to set he pondered his future and the journey that lay before him. This is the first time hed left Allessars Keep and the unknown frightened him. He also found himself surprisingly eager to face the unknown and adventures that lay before him. Slowly the sunset and the sky turned from dusk to night. Alessar went into the night.

As he headed toward the harbor he stayed in the shadows jotting between street lights to not be seen by the few patrons who wandered the streets in the wee hours. Eventually, he made his way to the harbor and found the vessel bound for Yellow Wizard Haven the next day. The ship was docked for the night with dreary passengers stopped over on their cruise. There was a slow trickle coming to and from the boat without notice from the guards keeping watch.

Alessar spotted a group speaking loudly in the corner and made his way over to blend in. As he approached he realized they were quite enamored with ale and bound to have a festive time. He joined the group with his cape covering his face but provided the timely background laugh and banter that allowed him to blend in. Sure enough, the group headed back to the boat and boarded without notice with Alessar right along with them.


Arch-Magician Ulysse of Alfheim

# **Animist's Prayer**

Every (____) Must choose the Choice:
Give to Life or Take from Life.

May Our
Familiars Give Sight,

Our Hands Speak Across The Runes,

Power and Purpose Persistent On Path.


Grape Jelly Donut

He's hardy, sarcastic and observant. But this is all just a faade, a mechanism to deal with his horrifying past.

He was born in a small Moors Village, he lived out of trouble until he was a young man, that's when everything changed for the worse.

He lost his brothers in a battle and was neglected by everyone else. While perused by strangers he had to survive in a corrupt and unfair group. But with his wisdom and diligence, he managed to keep ahead of the curve and overcome all odds. This has turned him into the 3-eyed man he is today.

While still constantly on the move, he now works as a travelling trader with Dark, his wolf, by his side.


Dagon Clobberer of the North

# Dagon Clobberer of the North

> Dagon ? Who the f*ck is that ?
> *random guy from the inn*

Nobody know who is Dagon or where he come from actually, even me, like for real, why are you here ? Don't you have some better things to do ? Please leave me alone.


Alchemist Xiuying of the Plains

# New Lore Entry

_Delete below sample to write your own_

Xiuying of the Plains is mute. When you come upon her, her hummingbird Pierre will circle your head 3 times. If he deems you ready he will sing a song in Xiuying's ear and she will present the Cannabis Potion. Drink if you dare. If you refuse you may awaken Xiuying ancestors. If you are deemed unworthy, carry on.


Ice Mage Jastor of the Ice

Song of the Ice Mage

Ice Mage oh Ice Mage

You come of the Ice

Your Red Santa Suit

You'd think you were nice

But Ice Mage oh Ice Mage

What's that at your feet?

A devilish red snake

Your face it will eat.

So careful to ye

who come around he

that carries the horse shoe

aye the last Imp you'll see.


Wraith Captain Udor of the Undying Chill

# The Children of Udor.

Before he turned, @wizard5050 used to give gifts to the children of his village and bring joy on even the coldest of nights. But when they were all murdered on the Night of the Rose, he swore to spread a blizzard snow and darkness across the world. For if his children were doomed to suffer Undying Chill, then everyone else must suffer the same fate.

The youth of the village, all turned to small monstrosities, know that @soul5050 is the soul that will bring their vengeance, therefore wherever he goes, they follow. Whatever he does, they do too.

> Yet, as a victim of Night of the Rose, Udor himself is magically bound to bend the knee to @soul7019 or whomever holds the Eternal Rose, as a member of the Army of the Rose.


Alchemist Impy of the Toadstools

# Impy and Aspy of the Toadstools

_'Zip it, you're gonna wake up this smelly kobold...'_

_'No way, he's snoring like a gargantuan locomotive, and I've already put the 'shroom in his kool-aid. Let's go!'_ - said Aspy to Impy, when the two imps bumped into each other under the table, waking up warrior sleeping on the bench.

_'Who the hell put this toadstool in my drink?!'_ - shouted Toka, kicking up the table, exposing the small imp twins.

_'RUN!'_

Impy and Aspy haven't changed a lot since their childhood. Well, at least not on the inside. Their tricks and malpractices were annoying, but luckily nobody got really hurt when they were younger. Until they started experimenting more and more with magic. They wanted to sneak into the shop of delicacies in the neighborhood, to steal all the things an impling could imagine: candied snails, deep-fried cucumdogs, worms in duckweed coating... They were supposed to turn into snakes, and slither in unnoticed. But there's a reason every spellbook starts with a notice:

> Never have two clumsy imps present during transmutation spells!

Actually they don't, but they definitely should. The shopkeeper learnt about what the imps were planning, and ambushed them right in the middle of the spell. The transmutation did happen, but in an unexpected way: there's an imp, and there's a snake, and there are two souls, but they share both bodies. And who's controlling which, that is up to luck, and fate to decide.


With all the misbehaving behind their backs, they decided to flee the Toadstools. During their journey they came by a small house, deep inside a forest. The name plate read Cabinet of Curiosities - could they find a better place for themselves? An elder wizard took them under his protection, giving a job and a home for the imps with the split conscious. Ever since Aspy and Impy are perfecting their craft, making potions and items for those who are desperate, or just up for some fun.


Zazne Stabber of the Keep

# New Lore Entry for Zazne Stabber of the Keep

>Zazne showing off his affinity
*Portrait by Regnvald. Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Witch Rita of the Road

# Witch Rita of the road

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Fire, Sigma, a Fire, Sigma, Pluto, Air

On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making magic with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' realms that I've never been
Seein' Kobolds that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of wizzies we go down the Citadel
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the Runiverse keep turning our way
And our way
Is on the road again
I just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' magic with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of wizzies we go down the Citadel
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the runiverse keep turning our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' magic with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again


Shaman Lux of the Steppe

Shaman Lux was just a boy when he began training with the famed Shaman Darack. His parents had died in the first magianic wars, and thus he had been an orphan for as long as he could remember. Shaman Darack had taken pity on the boy and took him under his wing to learn the skills of shape shifting.

Shaman Lux was a stubborn learner at the start, some people believe the loss of his parents had severely affected his ability to learn any type of magic. But with patience and a teacher like Shaman Darack, Lux began to slowly, and then very quickly learn the ancient ways of his people.

Lux and Darack fostered a sort of father son relationship very quickly, which made it all the more difficult when Lux was called to duty in the baron steppes. The people there could no longer manage to grow any sort of vegetation and we're slowly starving to death.


Moriko Mincer of Worlds

Hello Forgotten Runes Wizard's & Warrior's cult
I am Moriko Mincer of Worlds
You should be afraid of my malachite dragon pike
My hyena is is very strong.
I have Onna-Musha's head
And shield of the sun is my best defense


Chike Slaughterer of Area 71

# Chike Slaughterer of Area 71

_There are warriors, and some of them are heroes._

Chike was an astronaut. He started his mission just before the collapse of civilization as we know it. The space station where he was assigned to malfunctioned, and he had to enter hibernation. Many decades have passed, nobody remembered the failing laboratory orbiting the planet, when it finally crash-landed, at Area 71. Chike woke up from his dream among the stars, and he was surrounded by unspeakable creatures. He could not leave the ruins of the station, but he only had supplies for a handful of days.

By working day and night, he managed to transform his spacesuit to a super durable exoskeleton, ready to fight the half-machine half-human creatures which were lurking around his capsule. That's when he heard the whining of an animal. The creatures were about the process a dog, for whatever reason. Chike stormed out, and wreak havoc among them. He fought his way out, with the dog, who he named Spike.

He could have left for safer regions, joining the remains of civilization, but it seemed like there's always someone in need of a hero, in Area 71.


Wraith Knight Drusilla of Goblin town

# Goblin Town: Origins.

@wizard6522 learnt to nourish the land from her elder sisters. Her family was sought a'er by all the farmers and shepherds of the Moors to lend a helping hand to keep the land rich and grand. Upon the Night of the Rose, the land turnt to sand, leaving the shepherds with neither cattle to command nor fields to tend. The lost souls found shelter in the caves where the sun could not shine on their miseries.

When @soul6522 found them in the Cave of the Platonic Shadow, they begged once again for a helping hand. If they swore to protect her, she would guide them into this brave new world, where they would prosper once again and build a settlement upon the ashes of the old one. They would call it... Goblin Town.

> As a victim of Night of the Rose, Drusilla is magically bound to bend the knee to @soul7019 or whomever holds the Eternal Rose, as a member of the Army of the Rose.


Hunted Stag Herne of the Abandoned Waste

# The Bringer of Death.

When @wizard3935 was born, he was the last of a litter of eight. All his siblings died at birth, and it did not look like he would make it either, so his sickly mother begged Oracle Corvin to use his magicks to save his life.

The Oracle touched the child and saw not the future, but his past. Though the little stag had lived but a few hours, he had already murdered seven innocent souls. The doomed soul of Herne had sucked the life out of his siblings in order to survive.

Growing up, Herne wanted nothing more than atone for his grim sins. He left his homeland to find a purpose that would allow him to erase the nickname Inferno that he earned for himself. So, he wandered for months until he came upon Moorville, where he won the trust of the herbalist shop owner, and was hired to do research on his behalf.

Just when Herne was finally finding peace, the Night of the Rose, befell the town and all was obliterated. When @soul3935 rose from the ashes, he found his shop collapsed, and the owner crushed by the debris.

Herne now understood his destiny in this world. He was the hunted soul meant to bring death and destruction, and to turn this land to an abandoned waste.

> The magic during the  Night of the Rose binds Herne to bend the knee to @soul7019 or whomever holds the Eternal Rose, as a member of the Army of the Rose.


Arcanist Goliath of the Bastion

# New Lore Entry

Little is known of Goliath's childhood in the Bastion, as if someone, or something, had covered their tracks to conceal some deep, dark secret. What can be pieced together from those who claim to have heard of Goliath third or fourth-hand is that Goliath from a young age showed an obsessive interest in the secrets of the deep waters and the creatures and storms that arose from them. As a rebellious young wizard he pushed the boundaries of his abilities and, although the details have been suspiciously obscured from view, his recklessness caused some kind of horrible accident resulting in the form that he resides in to this day, that of the WereBeast. More tragic still, it is rumored that his childhood best friend suffered an even worse fate now being stuck forever in the body and mind of a common field dog. This field dog remains faithful to Goliath to this day traveling the realm as his familiar, hoping to unlock his mind and soul into a more human form. Arcanist Goliath carries the Rune of Water with him as a symbol, and a reminder, of the power, and risk, of meddling in arcane water magic.


Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra

# Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra

Archmagus Ixar of the Tundra, last survivor of a long-forgotten religious order, bears the blessing and curse of power over the dead. Trapped in the Tundra, his only companions are rotting corpses and the howling spirits he attracts. His monstrous deeds hide a noble goal: free his home from a curse.

Raised in an old Red Hats community, he always had to fight to be accepted. While most kids his age played hide-and-seek, he made friends of a different kind: the spirits of those who had just died.

At first, this ability to see and hear the dead terrified him. Whenever someone died in the village, Ixar would lie awake at night, waiting for the terrifying cry of a new visitor. He couldn't understand why they tormented him, or why his parents believed the spirits were just nightmares.

Over time, he began to realize that these beings meant no harm. They were just lost and needed help to find their way to the afterlife. And since only he seemed able to see them, he decided to become his guide and escort them to whatever awaited them in eternity.

It was a bittersweet task. Ixar enjoyed the company of ghosts, but each one he laid to rest was a new friend he had to say goodbye to. To the dead he was a savior, but to the living, an outcast. The villagers only saw a disturbed boy talking to people who weren't there.
Stories of his visions soon spread beyond the village, eventually drawing the attention of a small order of monks north of the holy pillars. His envoys traveled to the village of Ixar, convinced that he could become a tool of their faith.


Ixar agreed to accompany them to his monastery, where he learned the ways of the Twilight Friars and the true meaning of their symbols. Each monk carried with him a shovel, a symbol of his duty to carry out the funerary rites that guaranteed that souls would not go astray, as well as a clay egg representing the union of the dead and the unborn.

But no matter how hard he tried, Ixar never managed to gain the acceptance of the other monks. For them, it was the tangible proof of things that were only to be known through faith. They envied his ability to effortlessly perceive what they were only beginning to understand after a lifetime devoted to his study. Despised by his brothers, he found himself alone again.

One morning, while he was taking care of his chores in the cemetery, he was interrupted by the appearance of a cloud as black as coal that advanced devouring everything in its path. He tried to escape, but the cloud quickly caught up with him and plunged him into darkness.

All around him, all living things began to contort, corrupted by the unholy magic of the Black Mist. People, animals and even plants were transformed into sinister and vile creatures of their former selves. The turbulent air around them was full of whispers and his brothers began to break their mud eggs, as if they caused them deep anguish. An instant later, Ixar watched in horror as the souls of the monks were torn from their bodies, leaving nothing but cold, pale corpses behind.

Between the fading cries of his brothers, only Ixar could hear the times that sounded in the mist:
>"Take it off. Join us. We will be one."

He felt his fingers seek to break the egg in his hands. Summoning all his determination, he removed his hands from his egg and ordered the souls to stop howling. The Black Mist shuddered violently, and darkness swallowed Ixar.


Upon awakening, the winds had ceased and the once fertile land had been transformed into the grotesque wasteland of the Tundra. Lone tendrils of Black Mist still clung to him, as if to seize the one living thing they hadn't yet managed to corrupt. But as the Mist curled around him, Ixar realized that the mud egg repelled him. His hands gripped it, realizing it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Over the next few days he scoured the Tundra for survivors, but found nothing but the twisted remains of its former inhabitants. Everywhere, all he could see were the wretched spirits rising from the corpses.

As he searched, little by little, he began to put together the pieces of the events that had led to that cataclysm: An archmagus had come to revive his dead companion in his experiments, but all he had achieved was to condemn all its inhabitants. .

Ixar would have wanted to go in search of that archmagus, to undo the curse he had caused. But he felt helpless in the face of the infinity of death that surrounded him.
Almost lost in his sadness, he began to talk to the spirits around him, trying to find the same comfort he had as a child. But as he communicated with the Mist, corpses began to rise from their graves, drawn by his voice. Then he realized that the bodies he had buried on his day were now under his command.
A glimmer of hope lit up in his despairing heart. To liberate the Shadow Isles, he would use her power and his strength.

To end the curse, he would be forced to use it.


Enchanter Artis of the Valley

# New Lore Entry

This wizard originates from the based department. She is always using her hair to show everyone how cool she is.

that is all


# New Lore Entry

I am the best wizard leave me alone. my lore is dank and my spells are strong.


Magus Daria of the Light

# New Lore Entry

fucc I thought that my lore went through


Shadow Mage Froggy of the Tower

As dawn approached, a beam of light begins its crawl into the cold dark cave the Shadow Mage Froggy now calls home.


Battle Mage Durm of the Fey

# Don't underestimate the Red Beard

Durm of the Fey is a not very well known Battle Mage of the Rune of Air. After using black magic on his fellows, he was banned from the Icnogito Wizards Club (IWC) - a mysterious syndicate of powerful magicians.

You may hear a thunder; see flashes, even if it's a sunny day - the Battle Mage doesn't play. Fun Fact: His companion - the magical rabbit Joan - looks innocently, but since he inhaled too much toxic gas, he loves eating street cats.


Diviner Galatea of the Hall

# Thoughts of a frequent Diviner.

Every morning, around same time.
I wake up and cleanse the night' shades from my face. It's another day, another bucket of time ready to be emptied.
Time slowly pass by, I blend some herbs and boil some water for a tea. Rufus, my chirpy companion updates me with all the feeds from the Runiverse I've missed while asleep. Doesn't take me long to activate the Crystal Ball and spawn into Kaydia. Ever heard of it? May your soul be blessed if no memories in your heart. I like Kaydia. It's that place in my mind where I'm the Boss. The only thing out of my control?
Time.
As if you never thought "Here, Now, Forever!" higlighted with a *snap of fingers.
But how an Epic moment remains Epic when Time is gone?
Rarity, adds value. But what's rare into Infinite? How do you measure quantities within a system that has no boundaries?
Time.
We'll never get rid of it. But why would you on first instance, too.
Embrace it. Be part of it.
BE TIME.

The carbon based outer shell will eventually shade, leaving space to the Purest Light, to move across the Existence, from Inception untill Free-do(o)m.


Matthew Cutter of Flowers

# Matthew, Cutter of Flowers

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_Everybody laughed at Matthew._

When young men are supposed to yearn for the battlefield and swordplay, Matthew found joy in flowers. Even as a baby, a brilliant bouquet of red roses or yellow sunflowers made him squeal in delight.

As he grew up, Matthew didnt want for spears or morning stars. He constantly found himself wandering along trails and streams in the forest, amazed at the floral world around him. It didnt matter if he was in danger of bandits or ambitious highwaymen, Matthew was with his flowers.

Unfortunately, the other boys didnt like flowers as much as Matthew. They didnt think about flowers at all. And when Matthews arms shook holding up his shield, or he was slow to parry and thrust, the boys were lightning fast to make fun of him, push him to the ground, make Matthew rip out dandelions from the dirt and shove them in his mouth. While his bullies stood around him, watching him chew, Matthew would say a silent prayer for the flowers he was made to kill.

***

When others took apprenticeships or squired, Matthew tended the Regal Gardens, in Avalon.

The Groundskeeper in Avalon was an old man with no family and didnt mind Matthew helping. He never thanked Matthew or asked for help, but he appreciated Matthew around the garden, mostly since it allowed him to spend earlier and earlier afternoons in his shack drinking ale alone.


The plants appreciated Matthew, too.
Under Matthew the Cutters reign, the Regal Gardens flourished in ways they never had before. Avalon was known for its natural peace and calmness, situated in Elysian Fields, but the Regal Gardens were now home to some of the most beautiful seasonal blooms this side of the Quantum Shadow. There were Moon Lilies from the Ghoulish Boglands, Fiery Dovescorn from the Forest of the Imps, and even a Floating Methuselah from the Baobabs.

Matthew never told people where he got these far-off specimens, he never spoke of his adventures. It actually seemed like he never left his flowers.

***

There was no parade for Matthew. No fanfare. Nobody ever really expected much.
But everybody loved Matthews flowers.

Not just the ladies-in-waiting, or maidens with idle time. Anyone who passed through the gardens couldnt help but literally stop and smell the roses. They didnt know it, but Matthew was often smiling nearby.

When travelers think of home, its their favorites of Matthews flowers they think of. And when knights return from battle, shaken from the horrors of war, its Matthews gardens they cry in.

Princesses, kings, queens, and scions. Theyre all made the same by Matthews flowers. Anonymous observers of his garden. Matthew being completely necessary but totally irrelevant.
Eyes to the ground, down only.


Hydromancer Meloogen of Arcadia

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

In New York I Milly Rock (rock)

Hide it in my sock (sock)

Running from the opp (opp)

And I shoot at opp (opp) uh, uh (what?)

And I'm on the block (what?) Uh, uh (what? What?)

And I'm on the block (what?)

In New York I Milly Rock (hello?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Selling that rerock (what? Woah, what? What? Uh, what? What?)

In New York I Milly Rock (ooh)

Hide it in my sock (woah)

Used to sell rerock (what?)

Runnin' from the cops (woah)

Shootin' at these opps (woah)

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Woah)

Shooting at these opps (what?)

'Cause I run they block (what?) Uh

Give me top (top) uh, in my drop-top

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, uh (drop, drop)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (bih)

Woo, woo (bih) woo, woo (bih)


Summoner Oxnard

Summoning an entity from beyond this realm is not to be taken lightly.

Whether the entity will survive the summoning is as much chance as it is the skill of the Summoner.

Sometimes it is better that the entity does not survive the passage, for its life can be one of suffering.

Sometimes it is better that the entity does not survive the passage, for its life can cause great suffering to others.

No other Summoner knows these deep truths more than Oxnard.


Dover the Bold

##
# THE LORE OF DOVER THE BOLD

Those simpler days come to mind
Soft clover beneath our hooves
My brothers and sisters and I
Running windswept plains as youths

The taste of milk thistle upon our tongues
The feel of sunshine upon our manes
Wild ponies we were, so free and young
Running those windswept plains

Till the day the bandits arrived
With their cruel and snarling hounds
Using ropes and snares and fire
They sought to keep us bound

My brothers and sisters, not I
Kicked and bucked and brayed
Fight back, Dover! they did cry
But I was too afraid

Too wild and brave to be tamed
My brothers and sisters broke free
Dover the Timid I became
Too paralyzed to flee

Upon my back placed heavy loads
I was prodded with a whip
Forced down long and hardened roads
Till my hooves did split

With a brand they seared my side
Starved me till my ribs were showing
Still I dared not fight, I was resigned
While lathering and blowing

Till one night my captors spied
A lone wizard in her camp
With just a small dog at her side
The bandits did attack

Seeing her fight with just a staff
My fear broke like a fever
I reared up and joined the raff
And managed to retrieve her

We raced away into the night
Across the windswept plains
We found a cave in which to hide
Beneath a sacred flame

The rescue now was over
I lay heaving on my side
With the memory of clover
Of my brothers and sisters and I


I closed my eyes, let out a sigh
It was time for me to go
But felt a touch upon my thigh
A warm and tingling glow

The wizard then transformed my brand
Into a rune of strength
Beneath her gentle guiding hand
My spirit returned at length

You were so brave she said to me
To risk your life and soul
From this day your name shall be
My dear Dover the Bold"

No longer a youth, remade anew
As witnessed by flames light
We roam the lands in search of runes
My wizard, her familiar and I


Archmagus Lux of the Keep

# Archmagus Lux of the Keep
## A powerful wizard never forgotten

Not a day passes in the forgotten valley that Arch Lux of the Keep is not heralded. The blue hat, white beard, blue cape wizard was a hero *sorcerer*. The only wizard with magic powerful enough to face the Keep's most feared adversaries.

He walked proudly, with his blue orb spinning above his staff. The holder of his *spells* .. the vault for his **wildest** **creations** .. fully engaged and primed for a faceoff with the most cynical of spirits. @soul4094 was a dangerous character. So thirsty for souls that he met the eternal flame inspired by his own madness. The most ferocious soul keeper in the valley would finally meet his match.

Archmagus Lux never travelled alone. His right hand rat, underrated and underappreciated, was Arch's compass. Icy Rat the Soul Sniffer was no stranger to predicaments. He was the eyes, ears and nose of their operation. Icy Rat guided Arch through countless adventures in the forgotten valley of spirits.

A battle that would shock the runes forever was brewing. Archmagus Lux of the Keep and @soul4094 stood before the souls of the Kingdom  .. generations of spirits were on the line. The future of their species would be shaped by the outcome of this fantastical duel ...


Channel 1 Poltergeist Tengu of the Glowing Box

# The Most Feared Soul Keeper In The Universe
##The Glowing Box of Enchantment, captured by an Evil Overlord

Channel 1 Poltergeist Tengu of the Glowing box was the most tenacious soul reaper in all of the forgotten lands. He was so thirsty for souls that he threw himself upon the sacred flame, inspired by his own madness, in search of eternal power.

In his staff a kindom of souls were trapped forever. Evil had overrun the forgotten lands and nobody could stop him.

There was one wizard who dared to try to save the souls .. @wizard7089 ..


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Dain Violator of the Gate

# The Lore of Dain Violator of the Gate

Things in the Runiverse are the way they are for many reasons, some of which are impossible to know.

One of those reasons, which most will never know, is Dain, Violator of the Gate.

Dain operates in the darkness from a distance with his range weapon of choice, the slingshot. Among others, Dain has escorted dinosaurs into the Runiverse from the Void. Dain is no stranger to making the reverse journey happen for other beings.

The Void, rather than representing cold empty nothingness, represents undefinable Absolute energy of infinite possibility. Darkness lacks description, and therein lacks limit. Darkness and Light exist in harmony; one without the other is meaningless. Dain is a messenger of the Void, a shepherd for existence in and out of reality.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzgq42NV1NI


Arch-Magician Xiaobo of Dreams

Dream dream dream.


Zocklan Impaler of the Rune Raiders

Zocklan's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Barbarian

Zocklan couldn't stop thinking about the barbarian
It was just so strong and brave
Never had he known anything so agrarian

That morning, Zocklan encountered a barbarian so marian
He had to calm himself with a wave
Zocklan couldn't stop thinking about the barbarian

Later, he realised that the barbarian was carrion
He tried to focus on a pave
Never had he known anything so agrarian

Dotta tried to distract him with a septuagenarian
Said it was time to start thinking about a knave
Zocklan couldn't stop thinking about the barbarian

Zocklan took action like a veterinarian
The barbarian was becoming too grave
Never had he known anything so agrarian

Zocklan's demise was humanitarian
His mind turned into an enclave
Zocklan couldn't stop thinking about the barbarian
Never had he known anything so agrarian


Adept Enigma of the Mist

### Adept Enigma of the Mist

She had no name but was bestowed many: Medusa, Serpentine Queen, Deaths Rattle. Her favoriteMother Mamba. With hair of emerald snakes and skin of scales, she was nature incarnate. She rhythmically dwelled within the forests and swamps preferring the verdant green backdrops teeming with life its many forms to the arid mountains and lifeless deserts. In these lush lands she derived her greatest powers in conjunction with lunar cycles. Always within reach was her oversized lupine companion Lockjaw whos bite one could not escape.

She was neither good nor bad. She was creator and defender of life. Both lover and fighter. These days have required more of the latter. Rumors of beasts and demons echo across the land. An even greater threat of warriors and their perverse technology looms in the horizon. Mother Mamba and Lockjaw prepare to meet might with magic. She cared not about the fate of humans, only the fate of nature. Most humans had proven to be short-sighted savages draining the world of life. Left unchecked their lust and greed would destroy all including themselves. Their political and tribal affiliations shifted with the wind. She only cared about their relationship with nature. If just and balanced, they were left in relative peace. The dark-hearted were met by the fierce and vicious attentions of the Mother.


Cleric Lumos of the Dunes

# New Lore Entry

Cleric was always alone.

For as long as he could remember, he had always been by himself. His parents passed away before he could understand what it meant to have a family, and upon getting adopted by his uncle, his life had always been about tasks and jobs and getting things done for his uncle so he wouldn't have to starve again.

It wasn't until his 16th birthday, that something remarkable happened.

As he was cleaning the basement, he heard a scratching noise.

Could be a rat or some other pest that came by, hoping for scraps of food to survive. "Much like me" Cleric thought to himself.

Perhaps out of self-pity, Cleric placed on the floor the last morsel of bread he had from dinner yesterday.

"Hey! Boy! Do you think I'd eat wheat?" a voice boomed out.

Cleric jumped. He was certain nobody bothered to come down to the basement at this time of the night. And the voice didn't sound like his uncle. Was it a thief?

Then a snow white cat stepped out into light. It slowly opened it's eyes, and Cleric was shocked at how it glowed a mysterious red colour.

"Yes, it's me talking here boy. I've been watching you since you were born. And finally, you're 16. Finally, you can become what you were always meant to be. A Wizard - the Cleric Lumos of the Dunes."

Cleric stood dumbfounded. This had to be a strange dream. Perhaps he had gone too long without food, he was starting to hear and see things.

"Oh boy... this is going to be a long night" said the cat as it licked it's paws and settled down on a comfortable spot.


Cleric couldn't believe his ears (or eyes). According to the cat, it was his familiar, and he was wizard. Not just any wizard, but the wizard of the Dunes. And he was gifted with powers beyond his imagination. Now that he's turned 16, he had to go on a journey with this cat, to hone his powers, and master the arts of magic.

All this sounded ridiculous, yet Cleric couldn't help but smile.

If this was a dream, he didn't want it to end. Because just for this moment, he didn't feel alone anymore.


# The Lore of Ethereal Spectre Zaros of the Ethereal Realm

Spectres are generally both powerful and removed from the concerns of the world.

Ethereal Spectre Zaros of the Ethereal Realm is not done with the world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zk6KCq4N6QQ


Druid Chiyo of the Wood

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# Druid Chiyo of the Wood

Is a master of the woods. He is a mysterious one who is always aware. The forest is his friend but also worst enenmy. Born alone, Druid learnt to survive with a dumb stick in his hand and magic on his mind.

A sapphire slime leads the way into all forms of dangerous creatures. Do not be fooled by the cuteness of its apprentice. It can slaughter evil men and dark spirits.

Walking in the woods, A lost soul...in disguises.

**His true purpose is known to few, perhaps none.**


Larissa of the Bastion

# Larissa of the Bastion

Larissa. A famous name in the swampy lands where she hails from. The people still speak of her battles with Grygor the Great and her prowess with the Dryad's ear plant spell is legendary. Oliver, her trusty battletoad, is her trusted advisor and ally in battle. Now she is ready to step into the wider world, make a name for herself and spread her legend far and wide.


Scryer Liliana of the Wood

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# Tagging other characters

You can tag other wizards, souls etc in any normal text (so not a heading or a link). Here are some examples:

Best wizard of all is @wizard2140. His dreams of befriending @pony0 one day. Watch out for @soul1732!


Aeromancer Xue of the Quantum Downs

# The path of Xue

Xue is on a quest to find her brother @wizard6702! She has master the winds and has lost her brother for many years. Her journey is coming to a close as she narrows his location....


Archmagus Aleister of the Court

# Archmagus Aleister of the Court

Aleister was the youngest archmagus in the king's court in nearly two centuries. His talent as a little boy was already apparent, turning two of his chambermaids into cats. One of which still accompanies him everywhere he goes. He was sold to the court when he was no older than 8, starting his training in the arts of fire magic, alchemy and summoning. On his 22nd birthday he was ommitted into the ranks of the most legendary mages of the land - the archmagii.


Arcanist Eliphas of the Platonic Shadow

# Eliphas The Patonic Shadow Arcanist

Eliphas knows secrets only a few do. He got this knowledge from his ancestors, that mastered the craft.

However, some say his green emerald slime is the brain, while Eliphas is the goofy creator.

Together they have mastered many crafts and helped thousands of people by supplying them with items resulting from their crafts.


# Eliphas The Platonic Shadow Arcanist

Eliphas knows secrets only a few do. He got this knowledge from his ancestors, that mastered the craft.

However, some say his green emerald slime is the brain, while Eliphas is the goofy creator.

Together they have mastered many crafts and helped thousands of people by supplying them with items resulting from their crafts.


Bard Eliphas

Bard Eliphas was a groom, but not a typical one. When someone rang during the night he would always come accompanied, and nightmares were next.


Archmagus Amir of the Hollow

Amir of the Hollow

Some might say that a Skylord having a mutually beneficial relationship with a Darkling is an abomination, and some may not even believe that it actually exists, but the persistence of Amir after the disappearance of @wizard2390 was so inspiring to @wizard1036 that a nearly unbreakable bond was created.

Amir needed to continue, he needed to find hope in a sea of hopelessness after Beyna had disappeared, so he did exactly what anyone else would do. He channeled the same feelings at the meditation stone that he had when Beyna went missing. A chant here, a prayer there, his courage staff held up to the sky and a burning desire to recover his daughter caught the eye of one of the most powerful wizards in the Runiverse.

Absolute darkness clouded Amir's mind - he could barely think, and wondered if he was being possessed by a demon from beyond the 7th realm. This darkness was different though, as he remained cognizant and had control of his thoughts. He tried to scream, but only needed to think - a calm voice was answering every thought.

"I want my daughter back"

--- "I can feel that"

"Where is she?"

--- "Unsure, but alive"

"Can you help me get her back"

--- "Possibly, but I will not risk the balance"

The word possibly drove Amir nearly to violence, as he felt so close to being able to be helped. How could this being "possibly" help? He felt the anger rising inside, and the voice said quite sternly,

--- "Anger is an emotion to change what you feel is wrong. I am unsure anything is wrong - come back here in seven days and I will reevaluate"


Almost as if in a vacuum, the darkness was siphoned out of Amir's mind, and he felt the cool stone on his back. How long had he been here? The sun was setting and he still had two girls at home - he needed to return, so despite a splitting headache, he got up and rushed home.


Artificer Chiron of the Havens

Scrolls of the 7th Realm (#1)

For every beginning, there must be an end.

For every action, a consequence.

For every creation, destruction.

A world, ruled by balance.

If it must be destroyed, who better than Darklings?

And thus, @wizard9999 and Chiron of the Event Horizon were born.

A pair, blessed with the rune of Omega, to facilitate The Escape.

Was it too much? Was the desire to remain in balance too strong?

Bringer of the End Times remained true, yet Chiron was easily swayed.

A Darkling not necessarily evil? @wizard2152 took the blame. Could it have been the Astral Snail?

We know the runes have been forgotten, and Chiron of the Event Horizon has re-emerged here as Artificer Chiron of the Havens.

Equilibrium has been regained, yet the defection of a Darkling may possess its own consequences.

It is now, more than ever, imperative the runes be remembered.


Archmagus Hadrien of Elysium

# Archmagus Hadrien of Elysium

Archmagus Hadrien learned the art of arcane magic through research and learning. What he lacks in combat prowess and armor he makes up with a broad range of magical spells and abilities.

Through his spell casting ability he controls the battlefield. On top of that he has the ability to mix up potions that can heal, but also inflict ravishing pain.

On his side he has his purple bat named Venatus. It helps to gain foresight when wandering the forests and warns him of potentials threats.


Zubin

Zubin and the gang celebrate a hard day's work by indulging on Runiverse delights at the newly re-opened ice cream shoppe on the outskirts of Kobold's Crossing: The Impy Shake.

Here we have our first look at ***The Quantum Staff***, an ancient weapon with a life of its own. Derived from Dice Magic during the creation of the Runiverse, it waited patiently for years to reveal itself, and many more before determining that a wizard was fit to to wield its power.

You see, Dice Magic is as dangerous as it is powerful; as intoxicating as it is tempting. It is equally responsible for destruction and chaos in the Runiverse as it is for the spoils of luck and destiny.

Oh how I look forward to telling you about Zubin and The Quantum Staff... it's quite the story. But that, my friends, is for another time.

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My sincerest thank you to fellow wizard @CryptoCritikal for bringing my beloved characters to life for the first time.

In addition to Zubin and The Quantum Staff, this piece depicts: Sorcerer Impy of the Plains, Bruno Broiler of Robots, Warden Mincer of the Penthouse, Katie Striker of the Lost City, and Bugbear Bastard #72.


Electromancer Aden of the Wood

# The Lore of Electromancer Aden of the Wood aka Flashbang

Flashbang was ahead of his time according to his peers. Always been a bit of an outcast but was addicted to experimenting with all things electric and didn't have a care in the world about anything else. One day he witnessed something rather intriguing from afar - which he shouldn't have seen, but true to his rebellious nature; he went to explore.

It all unfolded right in front of his eyes. Lightning was striking *upwards* and in different colours of the rainbow. He felt dread all over his body but was strangely drawn to it. And so he went closer and closer. Only when he got to about 100 yards from the lighting, did he realize that there was no accompanying thunder!

## Silent But Deadly
There was nothing holding Flashbang back at this point, so curiosity had its way with him. He readjusted his blue headband and marched forward towards the silent light show. Looking around, he started to realize there were hundreds of bees on the ground around him, all lifeless with their legs up in the air.

### He had stumbled on to the ever-growing...

> We've been expecting you...


Althea of the Hollow

# Althea of the Hollow

Althea is the queen of Calydon.

was the daughter of King Thestius and Eurythemis.

Althaea is especially celebrated in ancient story about the fate of her son Meleager; When Meleager was born, the Moirai (the Fates) predicted he would only live until a brand, burning in the family hearth, was consumed by fire.

Meleager grew to be a well-respected prince. One spring Oeneus sacrificed the first fruits of the seasons to all the gods, omitting Artemis by mistake. Enraged by the slight, Artemis sent a boar of unnatural size and strength to ruin the land of Calydon.

Meleager was one of the warriors who hunted the boar, along with the famous huntress Atalanta and Althaea's brothers. Meleager dealt the killing strike to the boar, but gave the skin to Atalanta both because he had fallen in love with her and because she had landed the first and many subsequent blows onto the animal.

When Althaea's brothers, thinking scorn that a woman should get the prize in the face of men, took the skin from her, alleging that it belonged to them by right of birth if Meleager did not choose to take it, Meleager flew into a rage and killed both of his uncles.


Alchemist Ozohr of the Mount

# The journeys of the sagely Alchemist Ozohr of the Mount

The esteemed Alchemist Ozohr of the Mount and his trusty toad have seen it all.

They've traversed and hopped their way across virtually every corner of the Runeverse and continue to impart knowledge to anyone they cross paths with.

While Ozohr vibes by default, do not cross him or a fierce foe may appear.

Rumours have it that his toad companion is his former lover who has been stuck in the body of a toad for centuries. He holds hope that one day they'll be of the same form. Whether that's both toads or both wizards only time will tell....


Diabolist Rita of the Cosmos

Diabolist Rita of the Cosmos is a wanderer of the stars. She soars from constellation to constellation in search of a place of belonging. Will she ever find it? Is the question more important than the answer?


Archmagus Soran of the Arctic

# Confessions of a Red Wizard

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Im here. Alive somehow, and back in the Capital.

Look, I dont want to go over what happened. You can read the police report if you want. Its not public, but I can get it to you through my contacts in the AED. In return, I ask that you leave an old man be.

how did I do it? How did I escape The Great Wizard Election and transmutation into a Soul? A magician never reveals his tricks, heh. Thats what I am, you know. I can accept that now  Im no wizard, not a magical bone in this decrepit body.

You know what I realized, though, after this whole ordeal? I havent got one person in this Runiverse who gives a whit about me. Did you know that in the process of getting free, Ive aged myself something like ***20 years*** in mere moments? At first I thought, *well Soran, you cant expect to go through all that and not feel a bit achy and out of sorts*. And then I looked in the mirror.

Nobody else noticed. My managers, coworkers, and underlings at Capital ResourcesI realized that they never look at me. They never SEE me, not really. And I didnt see them. All of us, caught up in our plans and office politics, the others mere pieces on the board.

I handed in my notice, you know. Cant stay there now. For one thing, Miyo isnt going to give up; in my case, her enmity is personal. And the firm has proven that it cant protect me.


But its more than that. Ive realized that none of that stuff I pursued before matters. And I sacrificed a lot in pursuit of it  both of myself and from others. I dont know what I could do to put things right. Probably nothing. But Im not going to find the answers in the same places Ive always dwelled. Ill be a seeker until the end of my days. And thats probably better than I deserve.

Well, I cant say that talking to you has made me feel any better, Scribe. But talking it over has helped my resolve. This bag of tricks and I are going on the road. Oh, and the snake too, I suppose. Hed just follow me anyway.

Farewell.

(Interview recorded by Druid Faiz of Arcadia with a little help from Kel 1/1)


Magus Danny of the Havens

# Magus Danny of the Havens

Magus Danny is a sorcerer whose power is based on will, instinct, and real-world experience. His magic is primal and in tune with nature, and full of creativity.

His black cat "Lucky" never leaves his side. Some even say Magus Danny discovered his magic power thanks to "Lucky."

Although they both appear calm and friendly, their nice looks should not be mistaken. Their spells are so powerful that only a few can hold their grounds.


Merrylegs the Fussy

# Prologue

Arrows.
Gallop gallop gallop.
Faster faster.
Right turn!
Sloooooooow down.
Gallop.
Ravine ahead.
Stance, and, jump!
I made it?
Spear!
Dodge.
Ouch!
Just a scratch.
Gallop, go go go!
They wont get me.
They cant get me.
Or we all die.
Why me?
Why was I born with this?
Arrows!
Duck.
Jump.
Escaping all night.
Theyll get tired.
I wont.
I cant.
What is this?
A net?
Trap! Trap!
Jump?
Too large.
Captured..
Dont panic.
All around me.
Danger.
Calm.
Think.
Breathe.
Feel it.
Channel it.
Power..yes..Power.
Steady.
IGNITE!


Sage Zelda of the Cold

# Sage Zelda of the Cold

You know you shouldn't be out in the woods this late, all by yourself. Not after last time.

A crow caws nearby. You feel a chill running down your spine. A cold wind howls.

You hear the clatter of a mug of ale.

...
...

Zelda claims another victim.


Scorch of the Belfry

# The Elemental Sorcerer

Growing up, scorch's friends were all obsessed with fire. Given that they were in a community of flaming skulls, this was not surprising.

Everyone was always competing to throw the biggest fire spell, the highest rocket, or the loudest explosion, but not Scorch.

Even though it often caused others to make fun of him, he had other interests. And he had the skills to back it up.

Score wanted to broaden his horizons.

Water, Lightning, Earth, Fire. It didn't matter what element, scorch could master it. And that's made him a legend.

If you don't know what you're going up against, Scorch can help, and he always looks after his friends.


Archmagus Gellert of the Garden

# Chapter 1: Another stylish entrance
Gellert wandered through the gardens of the Weird House, stopping every few steps to inspect the green shoots and buds of new growth. His familiar, Petal, flitted amongst the nearby trees, hawking for insects. He took a deep, contented breath of the damp air that hung over the lowlands.

Though he always had a miniature water rune primed and ready in the back of his consciousness, Gellert rarely needed it for these gardens. The fertile valley was nestled between the Snowcaps to the north, the Mount of the Sacred Pillars to the east, and the northern reaches of The Salt to the west. It was kept well-watered by the condensation sweeping in from Alchemists Archipelago. The moisture built up into swollen, pregnant clouds on the slopes of the mountains, bringing rain for long periods of the year.

The garden had been here long before the Weird House was built, and it still gave him solace to wander the grounds  a welcome relief from the ruthless, twisted, and frequently deranged prisoners within those crooked walls. The ramshackle construction didnt look like much from the outside  barely more than a cabin. The interior was equally nondescript, thanks to Gellerts Fairy Dazzle. But take away the enchantment and the true magic of the Weird House became instantly apparent: row upon endless row of magically fortified cells, stretching in every direction.

Because the Weird House, at least a significant portion of it, was a prison for some of the most diabolical minds in the Runiverse.


Gellert sighed. Yes, it was nice to get back out into the garden from time to time. A few orderlies in white coats were escorting some of the Weird Houses harmless inmates along paths intersecting the manicured section of the garden. This well-tended area was the outer faade of the Weird House, the only part that visitors saw. Not that they had many visitors

Gellert far preferred the wild tangle of unkempt wilderness behind the house, where Nature was left to her own devices and the plants interwove, collaborated, and built their own thriving ecosystem.

As he bent to examine a sickly-looking shrub he paused, pricking up his large, pointy ears. He could sense a faint crackling in the humid air. As he straightened up, the bells on his curly-toed slippers jingling, Petal chirped a burst of sonar at him; the Forever Bat had also picked up the disturbance, and flew over to join him as he waited with finger interlaced.

Well, here we go again, Petal

With an ear-splitting crack and a thunderous rumble, multi-coloured light streaked across the sky in a broad arc that lanced into the midst of the garden.

BEHOLD MY QUANTUM STYLE!

Yeah baby! Behold it! Then bask in the rapture of my prance!

Gellert arched an eyebrow at Petal as the group approached. Well *thats* new

Archmagus Gellert! @wizard777 boomed. Weve brought you some new recruits!

Gellert bowed his head graciously to the Key Master and flashed a polite smile at his sidekick. He of course would never dare to call Bathsheba a sidekick out loud. Then he cast an appraising eye over their companion, who trotted along beside Haze the cosmic vixen.


My spells, this is an honour, Dream Pony! Welcome to my humble gardens. It has been many aeons since the last of your kind paid a visit here. Please, allow me to procure some extra sweet sugar cubes for your enjoyment. Gellert gave Ishtar a deep bow, nose almost touching his knees. The Dream Pony looked impressed, if a little taken aback.

Hey, youre one dapper delight, Archmagus. You sure know the way to a ponys heart! Ill take those sugar cubes off your hands, no problem.

Gellert raised his hands self-deprecatingly. It is the least I can do, Mr uh?

This, Dazzle-Fingers, is @pony77 Dream Pony, Lord of the Prance, Weapons Grade: Unicorn, broke in Bathsheba.

Fabulous, smiled Gellert. He knew better than to react to the girls teasing. At least she didnt have Derek here to egg her on. Besides, he couldnt deny the fact that his fingers *did* sparkle.

Sweeping his yellow elven cloak over his shoulder, he clicked his fingers and tiny motes of Fairy Dazzle puffed up into the twilight. He made a series of gestures to a group of nearby orderlies. A young lady with hair tied back into a tight bun went scurrying off towards the house, while two burly men came over and scooped up what appeared to be a Shaman from the gravel pathway where Sacred Key Master had deposited him. A fourth orderly with a pencil-thin moustache hovered nearby, uncertainly.

Ah of course, silly me, chuckled the Key Master. He reached into the sack hanging from Ishtars armour with the tips of his thumb and forefinger and pulled out a terrified-looking blue rat.


Here you go, lad, he said, and flicked the rat through the air. The young orderly jumped in surprise, but regained his composure just in time to pluck the flying rat out of the air before scuttling after the others.

Gellert began walking towards the Weird House, motioning for the group to follow him. Come my friends, let us retire to the study and you can tell me all about my new charges.

Ah yes Archmagus um, we do also have another shadowkey.

Gellert pinched the bridge of his nose, relieving the pain that had just sprung up between his eyes. He took a deep breath and turned, taking in the natural scenery of the garden. It was probably going to be a while before he was able to spend any time out here again.

Very well, he sighed. Follow me.

# Chapter 2: A soul reclaimed
The group stood in a ring around the shadowkey, which lay on the carpet in the middle of the study.

Err sho wha now? asked Ishtar, sucking on a sugar cube.

Now it gets really entertaining, murmured Bathsheba.

Well if you dont mind, Ishtar, a Dream Pony may be a little bit, uh, overwhelming at first, so if you could maybe just take a few steps back? asked Gellert apologetically. You see, theyve been through rather a tough time Im afraid. Clinging to sanity by a thread, usually, if at all.

Hey, sure, whaeer you ink is bet, Ahmayjus! The pony skipped daintily backwards.

Thats useful actually, noted the Key Master. Hes blocking the door.


Thats useful actually, noted the Key Master. Hes blocking the door.

Bathsheba turned to Ishtar and gave the pony an enthusiastically-exaggerated thumbs up. Haze watched on serenely from amongst the plush cushions on one of the rooms high-backed armchairs.

Sacred Key Master seated himself cross-legged on the floor, closed his eye and began to hum rhythmically. He placed his right hand palm downwards over the key, and raised two fingers of his left hand in front of his face. As he drew his fingers down in a straight vertical line, his body slowly floated upwards and a glowing white Infinity Rune appeared below his right palm.

Gellert was unsure how long Sacred Key Master remained in that position, the rune revolving slowly in the air. The Key Master never wavered though. After some time, the rune stopped turning. Gellert leaned forward, mesmerised as usual by this part of the spell. A stream of rune after-images poured forth. The leading image merged with the surface of the key as the remaining images caught up to it, imprinting the glowing pattern onto the metal. Gellert could see the energy flowing in endless swirls on the keys surface.

The key shuddered on the carpet, bouncing erratically from side to side.

Here they come, whispered Gellert, readying himself.

A tiny black prism encased in purple light burst out of the shadowkey and skittered over the carpet. It lay still for just a moment, then began to stretch, simultaneously growing minute arms and legs. A head popped out on a stalk-like neck; eyes way too large for the size of the coalescing face stared around the room wildly. As a mouth formed from the jumble of features, the creature swallowed a deep breath and let out a high-pitched scream that became deeper and deeper as it swelled in size.


Hoo-wee, isha boy! Uh congaulaions, I guesh?

The naked old man tried to scramble backwards, bumping his head against the feet of Sacred Key Master, who was still levitating above the floor. The mans eyes were wild with terror and his long matted beard and hair stuck out in all directions; the scream caught in his throat, and he began gibbering, tears rolling down his cheeks and leaving clean trails in the dirt.

As Gellert approached him slowly, hand outstretched, speaking in low, soothing tones, Sacred Key Master cast a floating shroud of light and draped it gently over the mans head. As the shroud settled onto the mans face his gibbering subsided. Archmagus Gellert flicked up a handful of Fairy Dazzle and blew it at the mans face, coating the shroud in a sparkling sheen.

The freed wizards eyelids drooped, and he slumped to the floor, mumbling inaudibly.

Sho Wha now? piped up Ishtar.

He wont stay docile for long, said the Key Master.

Gellert nodded. Lets get him down to the soul rehabilitation sector. Its going to be a long journey to bring him back to himself.

# Chapter 3: Familiar faces
Bathsheba and Haze followed Gellert through the mazy subterranean tunnels of the Weird House. The Key Master had taken his leave to return to the Gate to Seventh Realm, while Ishtar had graciously accepted Gellerts suggestion to go to the kitchen pantries with some orderlies to stock up on sugar cubes.

As they passed the bars lining either side of the corridor, some of the captives cowered into the corners of their cells. Others raged at them, shaking the bars and yelling obscenities at the young Hex Mage.


Do not be alarmed, they have all been detached from their runes, and any other powers they may have possessed, Gellert said over his shoulder.

Im not alarmed, Gellert, she said lazily. I put many of them here in the first place. Have you forgotten? She turned and looked stonily at a snarling wizard; his mouth snapped shut and he shrank backwards into the shadows, muttering to himself, until all that could be seen were the whites of his eyes.

Gellert gave a slight bow. No, of course not, Bathsheba. No offence intended I can assure you.

The short mage gave a curt nod. How far to his cell, Gellert?

Nearly there now. He is held in maximum security, obviously.

After a short time, they came to a door made of thousands upon thousands of interwoven strands of multi-coloured light, that pulsed intermittently. A guard with the Rune of Water sewn on the high collar of his long coat stood aside as Gellert traced complicated patterns across the surface of the door. The threads of light unravelled, and they walked through, the guard following behind them.

In the cell at the end of the corridor, a deeper darkness shifted in the shadows. Metal rang on stone as the inmate stepped into the pool of light spilling from one of the torches that hung in brackets outside the cell. Light flashed off the gleaming silver curve of his skull. He spoke in a reedy voice.

@wizard3914. I never thought to see you again.

The pleasure is all yours Zagan, she replied. Haze curled her upper lip at the naked silver skeleton that stood before them, exposing her canines.


Ah yes, and the cosmic vixen, I do hope you dont begrudge me those lost teeth. They were not designed to pierce metal, you know. I cant help what I am.

Youre going to do something for me Zagan, broke in Bathsheba.

Oh am I? The skeleton let out a mirthless laugh. And just why would I do that? Please enlighten me.

Bathsheba approached the bars. Im going to give you your magic back.

Before Gellert could move, Bathsheba had cast a glowing green Mercury Rune over him, binding him to the wall of the corridor. She muttered a curse under her breath, and the Archmagus mouth sealed shut. Haze leapt at the guard, spinning in mid-air and exploding into a ball of red smoke that enveloped his entire body, then shrank back into a vixen-shaped cloud. The guard was left lying pinned to the floor by glowing bands of mist.

Bathsheba turned back to the prisoner. You will return to the Quantum Downs. There is important work to be done in the south. There are several wizards there who have pledged themselves to me, and they are headed for the Quantum Shadow. When you find them, you will do exactly as I tell you. You know, Ive always found my hexes work best on other Hex Mages.

As she finished speaking, Bathsheba began to cast another Rune of Mercury with her left hand. With her right, she channelled the weight of her Hex into the rune, then stepped back to watch as the rune splayed Zagans limbs out, tightening around him as the Hex sank into his metallic bones.

When she was done, Bathsheba turned to Archmagus Gellert.


When she was done, Bathsheba turned to Archmagus Gellert.

Youre a good wizard, Gellert. Im going to do you a favour. I look forward to seeing you again. She took his hand, tracing her fingertips across his palm. As she pulled her fingers away, a glittering stream of golden dust flowed after them; she brought her hand up to her mouth, then blew the infused Fairy Dazzle into the Archmagus face. He blinked, then looked at her calmly, his memories updated.

## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @wizard3914

Part 1: @pony77

Part 2: @wizard2877

Part 3: @wizard1175

Part 4: @wizard3901

Part 5: @wizard4841

Part 6: @wizard2885

Part 7: @wizard3917

Part 8: @wizard6084


Sage Shivra of the Hills

# Vampire's Vow

A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow'r in the lonely night?
Strange beauty of a woman's face

 Of wildflow'r-white!

The rain that hangs a star's green ray
Slim on a leaf-point's restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray

  As was her dress.

I drew her dark hair from her eyes,
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies

  Of Hell may smile.

She held her mouth up redly wan,
And burning cold,I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn

  Makes of a mist.

God shall not take from me that hour,
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When 'neath my lips, like some fierce flower,

Her white throat swung!

Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,
The spell that binds me to a fiend

 Until I die.


Shaman Darick of the Brambles

On a sunny morning, much like the morning before, Shaman Darick of the brambles was on a casual walk along the river. Shaman Darick particularly enjoyed these morning walks because much of the Brambles tribe was still deep in slumber. It was a quiet respite from the ongoings of the sometimes troublesome politics that ran rampant in shamanic circles.

The shamans started off as a peaceful people. A group of nomads that lived off the land and troubled nobody. Fishing the rivers and hunting game, never staying long enough to deplete the resources of their temporary home. As time went on and the shaman population grew, different groups split off. Some traveled north into the mountains to search for the minerals that had become a necessity for trading, while others went to the west, searching for jobs and industry, and others abandoned the nomadic lifestyle altogether.

The once united shaman, had been split into 5 major factions, and although they no longer traveled in unison, they all still carried the shaman title with pride.

The shaman bloodline was imbued with a healing and nature magic. A magic that paled in comparison to the mages of the east, but still had profound use in every day life. The most talented shaman could shape change into any animal they wanted, and could grow crops in the most baron of landscapes.

Shaman Darick was one of these shaman. A talented shapeshifter, and chief of the brambles tribe. He was beloved by all, and his opinions were always taken into consideration. The 5 factions maintained contact, traded goods, and education, but as with all things their relationship was not with out conflict.

Shaman Darick did well to prevent any confrontation from ever growing too large and was a coveted member of the shamanic society. Losing him would deal a terrible blow for all of the shamanic people.


About 15 minutes into his normal 1 hour walk, Shaman Darick felt a strange lightheadedness and pain in the back of his head. Without warning, his legs began to give out and the sunny morning slowly turned into an ominous night. He began to hear whispers, incantations in a tongue he didn't recognize. Without warning, Shaman Darick fell into a deep sleep.

3 hours later, Shaman Darick awoke underneath a tree about 3 meters from the river. A local Shaman boy that Darick had been training ran up to him exclaiming "Shaman Darick! Where have you been?1 Everyone is looking for you"

Shaman Darick simply smirked and replied "I've been here all along my boy, and i've never felt better"


Sorcerer Iprix of the Palms

# Sorcerer Iprix of the Palms Entry

_A Day To Be Remembered_

Venturing home alone after a night out at the pub...I came across a fellow sorcerer dressed in black.

"Where are you off to?" She asked.

My answer was simple...

> *To find a women worthy of this sorcerer's attention"

"Very well," she replied.  And snapped her fingers until I arrived on the set of the Bachelor, suddenly surrounded by hundreds of women.

To be continued...


Ghost Eater Artis of the Road

# Ghost Eater Artis of the Road

Artis, the cute little girl next door, that nobody thought would do any harm to anyone, started to feel hatred and anger to all those people and creatures who mistreated and bullied the weak.

Over time, Artis converted her hatred and anger into energy and told herself to make a change to this world. She wanted to defend the weak and eliminate the bad.

Now, ten years later, Artis is one of the strongest witches in the world and feared by all.

Together with the power of the moonlight, her rat Rattie, as well as her magic staff, she conquers the forests of the world and fights the evil.


Cryptomancer Demos of the Rock

# Demos of the Rock

Demos was a quiet man. Mostly occupied by his studies of magic. He was known to be the most knowledgeable man about magical spells in the Rocky Hills of Aradia. He had experience in a variety of fields within magic, but since his meeting with the yellow wizard, he has only focused on destruction.

Demos was a quiet, and didn't have many friends. Perhaps that was what made him devoted to the few he had. Especially, Vigdis was a close friend of his. They were companions since childhood, and travelled together across the land, exploring the vast world. On one quest, they met a lonely wizard. Long beard, and a stellar staff, bright and yellow, matching his wizard hat. Devos immediately knew they were in danger. The wizard had dark magic Demos had never known before. Ancient spells even for him. The old man was too powerful for the two companions. He quickly overpowered them. Demos can still remember him laughing. That deep, menacing sound. With a snap of his fingers, he destroyed Vigids. Demos would never see her again. He then broke both arms and legs of Demos, and left him to die. The kindness of a stranger, the only reason he is alive today, but it left him broken. Both body and mind.

Yes, Demos was a quiet man. But Demos is not quiet anymore. He is enraged. And he is not a man anymore, but something else, something more. Consumed by hatred, consumed by flames. Always searching for an old man, with a shining, bright staff.


Ice Mage Uur'lok of the Tundra

# Ice Mage Uur'lok of the Tundra
The Turmoil of Frog Nation

Once upon a time, there was a mighty Ice Mage by the name of Uur'lok of the Tundra. A champion of Frog Nation, he was magnificent with all his spectacular magic and might, and alongside him was his trusty familiar Stuart of thy Lyttle. Together they formed an inseparable bond taking on some of the mightiest of foes to have ever been defeated. With Uur'lok Gaining great glory and treasures that the great Frog King had bestowed upon him with every victory. Life in the great Frog Nation was splendid until the unthinkable would soon begin to happen where all had failed to see the darkness brewing and looming from within the very heart of the Nation itself. Not long we would soon find our Hero Uur'lok fallen from grace, dragged down along with the once Great King of the Frogs in the Turmoil of Frog Nation brought upon by the King's very own advisor. For in the once Great Nation of Frogs, there was a Snake in its mist.


Not long before having his grand scheme fruition, his plot would be foiled by the King himself, but by that time it was already too late. Sifu the Deceptive would come to Rug Pull Uur'lok in all his glory and filled bags and so many more from the once-great Frog Nation and bring him to his knees. Once a mighty Ice Mage now left with nothing but an empty hollow promise from the once-great Frog King to repay Uur'lok and the many frogs who have done battle along his side fighting with true loyalty and yet had ben struck down and fallen in battle behind the King during the great attack of the Whale Hunters now only a void is left in his almost forgotten soul. still to this day, Uur'lok looks to travel outwards from the fallen Nation of once-mighty Frogs to leave behind his people to find hope in new lands on a new journey in search of redemption alongside his companion Stuart of thy Lyttle. Maybe one day the once Great King of Frogs may rise up again and redeem himself from his oath to make Uur'lok whole once again and fill the void as promised many moons ago.

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Geomancer Fungi of the Plains

# Geomancer Fungi of the Plains

The toadstool-esque head of the fungal humanoid bobs as they shift the earth around them, waving their hands in intricate gestures to conjure mud and stonea green serpent coiled about their arm smelling the air with rapid flicks of its tongue. The humanoid wears blue coveralls, well-worn and stained with dirt, while a cape flutters at their back. An ancient wisdom lights their azure eyes, and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of their mouth.

He is a Mycelian, and this magic has been part of him since he was but a mere spore, yet still, each time he summons the power it imbues him with child-like wonder, and a desire for more mischief.


Archmagus  of the Wood

Archmagus the unnamed, a struggling magic user learning incantations day by day. One day he hopes to prove himself to the wood and his name be known.


Sorcerer Eden of Limbo

# New Lore Entry for Sorcerer Eden of Limbo

With his life as a wizard in limbo, Sorcerer Eden

looked no farther than the Key to the 7th Realm

he was holding directly in front of his face for direction.

Using the Key to the 7th Realm would become his destiny.

@Soul3240 also plays a key role in Eden's story.

Necro Frog Poppy of the Mist and Sorcerer Eden of Limbo

crossed paths in front of the gate the to the 7th Realm

exactly when the Beasts were set to be released.

How and why they came to be in that same place at that exact moment

can only be described as !magic.

Together, using Eden's Key and Poppy's Diamond Spell

they opened one of 21 locks and helped release the Beasts,

forever locking them together and forever locking their story in history.


Magus Yuki of the Bastion

# Bastions Mushroom

Magus Yuki of the yellow brick plains is an apprentice, who is a lover of books. She is overly polite but can sometimes be arrogant. She has a paranormal romance with the mushrooms in her garden. She can be overheard speaking to them, like a mother speaking to her baby. But the mushrooms, especially the *Bastion* kind, come with secret powers....


Liang Blade of the Back Alley

# New Lore Entry

Liang Blade of the Back Alley

Liang grew up poor, orphaned,going unnoticed, and forgotten in the bustling streets of a major city. Thrown to the side like waste in the alleys out back. Coincidentally, these back alleys were her home. Roommates with the scavengers  like rodents, vultures, and strays.

One day a weary travel strolled through town. A man of strong stature , firm posture, a commanding presence, but a gentle soul. This man noticed Liang rummaging through scraps and felt a heavy weight in his chest for it was a direct reflection of his upbringing. He approached Liang and offered her a way out of that life. A home away from the city, skills to defend herself and others, a way to become someone of notice someone who cant be cast away as if they were worthless.

Before the man could finish his pitch, she interrupted him in full agreement. She left with the man as an apprentice and dwelled in the deepest parts of the forest. It was here that she learned how to fight with a style that would rival Chung li and became proficient in the malachite dragon blade. Even developed a special bond with a companion hawk   .

Whats next for Liang? Who knows? One thing is for certain, she will be there perched high looking over all others struggling in the life of the back alley. This is where this warriors story begins.


Alchemist  of the Riviera

Alchemist of the Riviera

Alchemist of the Riviera - AOR - is a Bard and Chemist who is famous across the land for his tales, some of which are about his own adventures and some about the mythical creatures and spirits he has encountered. AOR uses his Astral Potion to visit a realm of existence to which legendary psyhcic and paranormal phenomena are ascribed.  Always accompanied by his cat, about whom AOR tells tales of shapeshifting abilities, AOR's reputation proceeds him as Wizards, Warriors, Beasts and other creatures from across the Runiverse come to hear his tales as they try and gain some understanding of the paranormal realms AOR is able to visit...


Battle Mage Hothor of the Sun

Battle Mage Hothor of the Sun

Hothor of the Sun (HOTS) -- is Wildman known across the Runiverse for his ability to manipulate the Celestial worlds and bend gravity to his will.  Harnessing the Rune of Saturn, HOTS can travel through time as his searches for his family who have slipped into a wormhole and potentially into an entirely parallel Runiverse. Always accompanied by his Crow - NEWTON -- Hots seems to be both everywhere and nowhere all at once.


Esperanza the Stubborn

Esperanza The Stubborn -

Espie is a Dream Pony that was a gift from the gods to a Royal Wizard upon the birth of their son.  Able to enter Wizards dreams and save them from whatever demons haunt them, Espie has the purple drape signifying her Royal lineage, a leather saddle built for speed, a magical pipe that provides her the ability to build a bubble/force field for protection and the stubborness to never, NEVER, back down... What more could a Royal Wizard ask for?


Adept Tenguyama of the Lake

centuries of mutagenic drugs and powerful herb have slowly warped tenguyamas body. his face now so barbaric, he hides behind the mask. an ancient relic with continuous clouds of thick smoke permeating out of its holes.


Battle Mage Homer of the Cosmos

# Battle Mage Homer of the Cosmos #7346

There is a strong battle mage of the cosmos named Splashy. He has a special magic power that can make water anywhere and anytime. He also has a water pet slime that can respawn when it dies but if it touches water it gets bigger and if it gets SO big is explodes but it can respawn again and again.


Enchanter Carly of the Steppe

# Enchanter Carly of the Steppe

_Delete below sample to write your own_

Carly the enchantress was raised by wolves in the Steppe. After years of training to hunt, on Carly's 13th year of birth, the wolves sent Carly to the forest for her passage to womanhood. The shrooms ingested proved enlightening and on this day she met *Ladybug*, her canine companion for life, who has never left her side since. Carly and Ladybug spend their days traveling the Steppe, hunting for more mushrooms and occasionally teaching a yoga class.


Wraith Deacon Malcom of the Brimstone Havens

# Lore for Malcom

### About
Despite his rugged looks, Malcom spreads love and good vibes during his journies.
>Species: Wraith
>Age: Unknown
>Past: @wizard1483

## Chapter 1

Malcom emparks for the quest to find the sacred beasts with high spirits (as one does). He has formed a potential alliance with one from the realm of the living in the hopes of unlocking one of the mysterious locks.

To be continued...


Enchanter Arabella of the Plains

tongue-tied to a word that does not exist,
the small looks big and the big looks small,
magnified by a million and still murky
while looking deeply, you see what I see.

then a sound

suddenly it gets faster and faster
the trumpet breathes out soul
and stops
it gets faster
and finally an explosion so high, it makes you sink into your chair
while listening deeply, you hear what I hear

the electric sound

richer than a thousand tropical fruits in taste,
slower than a turtle,
faster than a Japanese bullet train
electric currents
mind numbing and addictive
you want it
you want it when it rains
you want it when it's cold
you want it with people
and you want it alone
you want the electric taste to spread like the plague through your body,
then stop,
then begin again,
and finally explode... until the next one.


Sage Bogey of the Realm

everything made more sense when i was blind.

now, my vision misleads me toward a path i used to not see.
i used to be locked in a room illuminated darkly by clouded lights.
now it clears and steers me toward an opening, in the corner, small, a mystery.

i crawl in, like an insect, and it hits me, confusion, fear.
but i stay on track, not giving up, never giving up
trying to understand where i am and why
i want to cry and laugh at the same time
why?

my eyes used to make more sense when i was blind.
i know.
ignorance is swiss, full of holes and cholesterol
so,
what makes a man be a man?
vision
what makes a wizard?
nuclear fission.


Cosmic Mage Bathsheba of the Heath

## Cosmic Mage, Bearer of the Light Incandescent

---

*"My name is Bathsheba, and I shall bring flame and fury unto those who deserve it."*


Aeromancer Rumpleskin of the Steppe

when I woke up,
my thoughts evaporated into the clouds

the clouds evaporated into the atmosphere

the atmosphere evaporated into the solar system

the solar system evaporated into the Milky Way

the Milky Way evaporated into a black hole

the black hole inverted anti-gravity and reversed the Big Bang

the universe began melting, like a candle

slowly dripping hydrogen and carbon,
the heat wave on Earth burned
and the sun swallowed our little planet.

only the Wizards survived.


Alchemist Zelroth of the Pit

# Alchemist Zelroth of the Pit

What was an alchemist to do?

There was fire everywhere. Alfred, Zelroth's assistant, had left the kettle burning for too long, and the pages of Zelroth's books caught fire. It was only a matter of time that the whole library of highly flammable material would be up in flames.

There was chaos everywhere. Screaming, running, crying... only Zelroth stood still in the centre of all it all, watching his precious books go up in flames.

He'd have to deal with Alfred later, that was for sure. Perhaps he didn't need his tea to be brewed in the library. Perhaps he should get a kitchen, one that was in a separate room, but not too far from the library... perhaps...

"Oh my God! Help us!!! My child is still in her bedroom, and the door wouldn't open! HELPPP!!!"

Zelroth sighed.

He could think about the design of his kitchen later.

With a quick flick of his finger, he drew a spell in the air, and muttered an ancient language. The secret language of alchemy, since the dawn of mankind. A language that only a handful of living souls still knew. And a language that Zelroth somehow already knew, from the moment he was born, without anyone having to teach him.

He picked up some ashes from beneath his shoes, and threw it into the centre of the spell, and suddenly, everything stood still.

Then slowly, things started to move, as if someone had recorded the whole scene, and was now rewinding the recording.

Flames grew smaller. Ashes became pages, which became books. Shelves that were broken on the floor, joined back together again and picked themselves up, as if invisible strings were pulling them back to their rightful place against the walls of the library.


And in a matter of minutes, (or reverse minutes?) everything was back to how it was before the fire from the kettle's burner caught the pages of a book near it.

Zelroth breathed out.

It was the second time he's used alchemy to turn back time. Nobody thought that was possible. His alchemy masters and teachers ridiculed him, and casted him aside, thinking he was crazy.

And in a way, he was glad no one knew about this. If they did, his world would become a lot more noisy. Where would be find the time to enjoy some tea in his library?

So he had to keep this a secret. One that he would bring with him to his grave.

Now, back to looking for Alfred. He had some ideas for how he'd like his kitchen to look.


Wraith Captain Gogol of the Nightmare Dominion

# The Financial Advisor.

@wizard8986 was a people pleaser and lover of luxury. While only a mediocre cleric, but he had a way of wooing wealthy acolytes, who turned to him to find peace of mind from their greed, if only for a moment. While entering the thoughts and dreams of his patrons, Gogol had seen all sorts of evil desires. When the Night of the Rose befell the town, his mind was so corrupted by the thoughts of his patrons, that he saw not destruction, but purification.

The blast erased all the good that remained of @soul8986's dreams and ambitions, replacing them with only images that he had seen in the minds of the greedy, the lewd, and the sinful. He now lusts for power-- all of it. In order to get it, he now enters the nightmares of the wealthy and manipulates them to his will.

> As a victim of Night of the Rose, Gogol is reluctantly bound to bend the knee to @soul7019 or whomever holds the Eternal Rose, as a member of the Army of the Rose.  This is the final barrier for him achieving his mission of ultimate power.


Battle Mage Cromwell of the Court

A towering presence in any room, on any street, eyes immediately focus on him no matter where he is located. He is seen as a giant in both physical stature and mental abilities. His beard, brow, and what little hair he has are all kissed by fire. Piercing blue eyes as if you were staring into the waters of Asmodeuss Surf itself. Always dressed in the finest clothes, he has a taste for fashion. Being a _Fildh_, he is known to use poetry to preserve the past and present through stories and even an occasional song. Some legends say he is not just preserving, but rather dictating. When he decides to speak an immense crowd forms faster than any beast can run to catch its prey. He sees everything, the past, the present, and the future. The fastest to achieve the highest degree of _Ollamh_ his powers and mind are like nothing ever seen in this world. No one knows his true age. No one knows where he is from or how he came to be. Simply put he is an _enigma_ to all. Most importantly no one knows _****his truth****_. That his way with words is just scratching the surface of what and who he truly is, a master of mysticism, disguise, magic, and combat just to name a few.

Only one knows _his truth_. Myself. My name is Sionnach. This journal is a first hand account of CROMWELL, written without his knowledge. His stories are that of legend and must not be forgotten. Like how he came to obtain the forbidden fruit of Eden


Archmagus Apollo of the Reach

# Archmagus Apollo of the Reach
## The Science of the Soul

Arch Apollo had been planning this experiment for months. 24 hours a day, 8 days per week Apollo was deep in research  .. the creator of his very own science institution .. the Laboratory of the Lands.

This time it felt different. Archmagus Apollo knew he was onto something special. His potion was complete. The next phase of his research would be activated. His quest to transfer the DNA imprint of a forgotten soul onto the living.

With him a plain, white, ordinary laboratory rat. Curiously waiting for his moment to shine. The time had finally come. The Rat drank the potion.

Quickly a bright glow erupted from the room. A spiritual explosion. KABOOOM ..

When the smoke cleared Apollo could see something different about the rat. The Rat was blue and cold as ice. It appeared that he was frozen .. but nonetheless he could function. His eyed looked different, emitting a mysterious glow.

## The Potion Worked

an ordinary lab rat had become a soul searcher. Icy Rat the Soul Sniffer was born.

Arch Apollo was elated. In a moment of hysterical joy and wonder he drank the rest of the potion himself in one gulp.

## A Wizard Awakens

From that day forward the forgotten valley had a protector. The souls of the people had hope. There in the Laboratory of the Lands the science of the soul had a breakthrough. Archmagus Apollo of the Reach had transformed. Proudly alongside his rat, @wizard7089 took his first steps...


Alchemist Calista of the Plains

**The Lore of Alchemist Calista of the Plains**

Calista of Ape forest is known for her magic potions. Her potions are used by many, they can help you for every situation. They can heal you within an eye blink, can make you strong like an Ogre or can make you invisible to escape from anywhere, but her best potion is the potion of wisdom.
Only a few get to taste the potion of wisdom, but those who do, will see the future. For those who will never get to taste her potion of wisdom, she has one advice...

... **DON'T PEE AGAINST THE WIND**


Archmagus Merlon of the Veil

Archmage Merlon of the Veil awoke one morning in a panicked sweat. That.... couldn't have been real he thought, as he tried, with concerted effort, to prevent the memories of his sleeping vision from passing away. As Merlon had aged, his faculties had as well, and keeping track of anything had become increasingly difficult in the past few decades. Archmage Merlon was now approaching his 55th decade. 550 years of life. A top tier wizard in his youth, he now how trouble remembering even the most basic of incantations.

But... this dream... this feeling he experienced while sleeping. It troubled him greatly, and the fact that he could not remember left him unsettled.

Fire, an unbelievably hot flame, he could remember that much. A scream, that could almost be considered familiar if it weren't for the guttural pitch of the inhuman proclamation.

There had been rumors that the evil Shaman Darack had escaped from TongPricha Prison. But the rumors, they had to be false. No man, no living being had ever escaped from that hell hole. Still, Merlon had to find out for himself. It's not like he was going to sleep tonight anyways.


Artificer Zaros of the Realm

# Artificer Zaros of the Realm

"145... 72.. 669.."

"No. 777. Hmmm... is this it?"

Zaros murmurs to himself, seemingly convinced he has found his answer.

> *14572777*

His face lights up, as the realisation hits him. The implication of these mysterious string of numbers. Zaros raises from his chair, promptly approaching the cabinet behind his desk.

Zaros glances around his study, as if to make sure nobody is watching him. He opens the drawer, and a faint smile arises on his face. A shiny golden object revealed itself. _The Key of the 7th Realm_.

"Finally, it's time."

Zaros closes his drawer, deep in thought, as he ponders his next step...


Artificer Lumos

# The Lore of Artificer Lumos Begins Here

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Chico the Ominous

# The Rose Bearer.

While wandering with somnolence,
here and there establishing his dominance
through urinary-incontinence,

A brown-ish purple-ish horse
trots into Moorville
with very much self-confidence.

He doesnt remember his provenance,
But wishes to return to a land of commonness,
Because now Moorville is but a necropolis.

He hoped to find some food
in this delightful town,
but the rotten smells arouse his vomitus.

Wherever he roams, finds Godlessness.
Of danger and gloom hes synonymous.
He is @pony335.

Once inside the town of shadows,
A gracious scent catches his nose.
Through dead people and souls indisposed,

Chico trots to the spot
where Aemon exploded
And all time froze.

He plucks the innocent Rose
and all the souls that once arose,
bend the knee in a solemn pose.

The very son of the great Aemon,
@wizard7019,
makes his way through the crowd.

He hops onto the Ominous Chico,
And to the sunset they gallop,
With the army following non-stop.

Every song and future play,
Will remember these days,
And the bards will say:

For the Army of the Rose
there were no other laws
than what Chico chose.


Thaumaturge Alessar of the Desert

# New Lore Entry
Coming Soon!


Archmagus George of the Road

hah-HAH.  Great to see you, great to see you!  Want some?  I'm kidding, I'm only kidding.  hah-HAH.  Come walk with me.  We'll see things.  We always do.  Nothing to fear--it's just a walk!  hah-HAH.  Where's he always walking, they ask, and who's he always talking to?  They ask where and they ask who--well, along the Road, and with you!  hah-HAH.  Don't you need a map, they ask?  hah-HAH!  Who needs a map when you have a Road?  And maps never quite show the whole picture anyway, do they?
 Come on, now.  We'll walk together until we part.  And we'll see things--we always do.  Here, try some, and then we'll walk and get just exactly where we're going.  hah-HAH!