Conjurer Milo

One day, while on his usual patrol, Milo came across a group of warrior thugs who were terrorizing a helpless old woman. Milo was outraged and immediately went into action. He cast his Dazzle spell, which blinded the thugs and allowed the old woman to escape.

The warrior thugs were furious, and they began to chase after Milo. Milo was fast, but they were gaining on him. Just as they were about to catch him, Milo saw his friend Buddy the Crow flying overhead. Milo called out to Buddy, and Buddy immediately dropped a large rock on the thugs, knocking them out cold.

Milo was grateful to Buddy for his help, and the two of them went off to celebrate their victory with a feast of Milo's favorite foods, magic beans.


Helen Fiend of Light

Way back when, in the ancient times of old
There was a pirate queen in search of jewels and gold
She had the fiercest crew the realms had ever seen
They were salty sailors - crude, violent and mean
The chaos they wreaked was disturbingly gorey
She was pretty awful, but lets continue this story

The name she was known by was Helena, Fiend of the Light
Sworn protector of the shadows, and the beasts of twilight
Known far and wide as a most dangerous foe
Rather unexpectedly, she received a lethal blow
A knife in the back, from her mutinous crew
They threw her overboard, and said were through!

Helena should not have survived that terrible night
Saved solely by her unknown familys birthright
Blessed by ancient magic, the Rune of Lime
It would keep her alive through space and time
But it came with a price she had no choice but to pay
She must live in the night and sleep in the day

As she washed ashore on some unknown beach
She knew her old life was now out of reach
There was no way to ever go back
If she showed her face, theyd surely attack
So she picked herself up and dusted right off
And looked to the future with naught but a scoff

And so the time did pass, as we knew it all would
But who could have guess that shed up so good
A heart filled with joy and love for all things
So excited about life that she always sings
As fate would have it, shed meet her best friend
A loyal swamp witch whod be there til the end

But thats a story that will come much, much later
A mystical tale that is considerably greater
For now, Helena will wander and wonder
No longer dreaming of murder and plunder
Taking care of the night as was meant to be
Until she meets @wizard3676


Septimus Sword of Brigands

# Septimus Sword of Brigands

Septimus was born in Zaros Oasis and since he was a little kid, he always showed an interest in swords and the art of fight.

He grew up and decided to join the elite warriors of his town, and in a few years, he became the main swordsman of Brigands due to his innate talent and skills.

Septimus and his hound now protect the realm. Everyone is scared of them as they will most likely defeat their enemy.


Enchanter Angus of the Wold

"Aaaannnnggguusss, it's getting dark, time to come in", shouted headmaster
Matilda.  "I told you to quit playing with those birds, you're gonna catch the
blight one of these days, then what'll you do?" Head hung low Angus trudged
back to the orphanage he called home for the past 2 years, leaving behind his
"friends" he had made that day.  The crows squaked violently in protest as
Angus left them walking toward the setting sun that lead home. "Sorry guys,
I'll be back tomorrow" Angus called back to his avian friends, "or maybe
sooner..." he muttered under his breath to himself.
	"Good, you're back.  Now finish your chores before you get dinner, go
on, hurry up." demanded Matilda.  "Okay" Angus said defeated and deflated.
Since it was Wednesday it was his turn to clean the bathrooms, a job both
feared and hated at the orphanage.  As he was making his way to start he could
hear the headmaster screaming at one of the other kids and Angus knew this was
his moment.  She was distracted enough that he had time to pack his essential
items from his room that he shared with a dozen others and make off into the
freshly darkened night.
	Taking his staff, which was really just an oak branch whittled down a
bit, out of his bag Angus made his way back to where he had found those
mysterious birds. "huh, must've left for the night, oh well"  conceded Angus
as he sat on a tree stump deciding his next move. Looking up at the vast night sky


as he sat on a tree stump deciding his next move. Looking up at the vast night sky
and feeling so alone and small he almost thought about going back to the
orphanage, as miserable as it was at least there was always food. Just at that
moment a rustling through the trees caught his attention and in flew one of
those crows.  Perching right on top of Angus's staff, the bird looked at him
and made as gentle a noise as a crow is capable of, letting him know that he
was not alone.
"So what do you wanna do" asked Angus, the crow jumping to the ground
in response started hopping along in a path gesturing with body language that
seemed to Angus to say, follow me.  So he did just that, making their way
through thickets and bogs, even crossing over a small creek that had a perfect
log bridge from a fallen sycamore.  All the while the bird was hopping along
never taking flight even when it would be easier.  Along the banks of the
creek that they had crossed they came up a small entrance to a cave in the
hillside.  Hidden from view by the nearby bramble bushs that had grown over
the entrance Angus made his way in, gently pushing aside the thorny shroud
over the cave.
	Once inside, the cave opened into a grand foyer complete with
benches carved out of stone lining the walls, fixtures for lamps and candles
even somehow a water feature in the center.  A beautiful fountain illuminated
by some irridescent blue light that seemed to be eminating from the depths of


by some irridescent blue light that seemed to be eminating from the depths of
the water. Suddenly the crow took flight for the first time on their journey up to the top part of the fountain.  The highest point of it looked to be at least 20 feet tall to Angus, and water shot out of the top and showered down into bottom pool. Approaching the base of the fountain something in Angus burned and before he knew he was kneeling down drinking from the fountain.  The blue water soaking into his body from the inside, he could feel something was different.  Almost like a new awareness, seeing things that were always there but never noticed.
	Looking around the cave Angus realized that there were now symbols etched into the walls of the cave glowing that same irridescent blue that the water had. Walking up to them he could feel different powers just by holding his hand up and syncing up with these mysterious symbols.  Some of the symbols he tried felt awkward or just plain wrong, while some were nice or maybe just non offensive.  Then finally there was one that felt like home.  In an instant when his hand was held up to that etching he felt a flowing in of energy and then out, like many pieces of metal in the furnace they were melded into one.
	Just like that Angus' life would never be the same, the inner strength was found and he had a visual symbol of that.  Never to return what many would call a normal life Angus lived out much of his early life practically alone in the wilderness save for his animal friends and the occasional nomad traveler.


Cassia Dismantler of Beasts

# Countless Beasts dismantled

### Cassia is a fierce warrior who hails from the northern mountains. She is an expert in both melee and ranged combat, and is especially deadly when fighting against beasts. Her wild eagle companion, Rake, helps her to take down even the most powerful of foes.

### Nowhere is safe from Cassia and Rake's fury - they will hunt down any beast that threatens the peace and stability of the land. No matter how big or small, no animal is safe from their wrath. From ferocious bears to deadly snakes, Cassia and Rake will make sure that any creature that poses a threat is dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.
### Her bone club will crush the skull of any creature foolish enough to cross her path, while Rake's sharp talons can rip through even the thickest hide. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with, and none can stand in their way.

### Her beauty  is as wild  as the animals she hunts. With fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes, she is a sight to behold. Her body is covered in scars from battle, but she wears them with pride. Her red battle bikini is made from the finest leather and is adorned with eagle feathers, which Rake often provides. Many warriors have  tried to win her heart, but she has never given  any of them a second glance. She is fiercely independent and needs no one but Rake by her side.


Sky Master Magpie of the Pit

### From the most **inner** and **deepest** part of the pit he came...


Sloozle Deadeye of the Sacred Pillars

###  Legend has it these master archers only could obtain their skills and title by cutting out one of their own eyes.

These are the adventures and accomplishments from one who cut out both...


Pyromancer Sisk of the Fey

# In Search of the Flame

In the witching hours of a bitter autumn night, two mercenaries stumble behind a seemingly emotionless man holding a dimly lit torch in one hand and a cryptic map in the other. "It's not fucking working," one mercenary lashes out in frustration. The man slowly comes to a halt - he lowers his head and places the map into his pocket as he turns around.

The two lock eyes as the mercenary continues, "It hasn't worked yet, and it's not going to work. That senile old woman sold you a god damn, ordinary torch. If you think its embers and that worthless map are leading us to anything, you're just as demented as her. It's fucking freezing out here, we have no food, and we're three days away from the nearest town. You don't even have enough coin to pay us another day."

The man momentarily stands in silence before raising his hand to conjure a second flame. The mercenary questions the man, "What, are you going to set me on f---" Before another word left the mercenary's mouth, the man unites the two flames and casts a radiating blast of fire directly into the mercenary's torso, setting him ablaze. The mercenary instantly falls to his knees as he screams in agonizing pain. Paralyzed in fear, the remaining mercenary does nothing as he watches the lifeless, charred corpse fall to the ground.

The man walks over to the dead mercenary, searches his left boot, and pulls out a small pouch containing his remaining coin. He tosses it to the last mercenary and asks, "Shall we continue?" The mercenary hastily nods his head as the aroma of freshly burnt flesh fills the air.


The man reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the map. As he begins to open it, the night wind catches underneath and blows it to the feet of the mercenary. The mercenary reaches to the ground to hand it back to the man and catches a quick glimpse of a faded writing - Of those who surrender themselves to the Flame, only the Chosen shall be Reborn from its Ashes


Arvid of Beasts

++***Forest of Eagles***++


The wind whipped through the mighty cedars pushing some limbs just to the
point of breaking with a frighteningly audible crack.  Arvid glanced up to the
canopy in response and determining there was no threat went on her way.  "That
smell..." she muttered trying to be as quiet as possible on the gritty dirt
road that was becoming littered with debris from the winds. "Cedarwood always
brings me back home...just can't get away i guess" stated Arvid putting her
head down and trudging towards the tavern.  "No, you certainly cannot" boomed
a voice from deep in the woods spooking a convocation of eagles that had taken
up camp nearby, feathers flying around the air in whirlwind fashion as one
single eagles feather snagged into Arvids hair. Her heart pounded and her mind
raced, "How could he have found me?" she thought.  "I was so careful...there's
no way!"
"Look, i didn't know that was yours, I thought it was the other guys...you
know, the weak one" pleaded Arvid. "You won't get away this time, no one
steals from me and lives" said the mysterious stranger as he calmly and
steadily continued his approach, his voice dripping with venom and hatred.
The wind threw the sound of the footsteps so that to Arvid it sounded like he
was coming at her from behind then all the sudden to the right, then the left.
 "That was my HAM!!"  screamed the derelict as he lunged at Arvid, halbred in
hand. She quickly dodged the first attack noticing the creatures leathery
green skin and yellow eyes, the sharp rotted teeth like stalagtites.  In pure


panic Arvid started running towards the only place she knew in this forest,
The Tavern.  At least thats what she always called it.
	Flashing past the clearing in the forest she made it to a thicket of
trees.  "runnings pointless...I'll get you sooner or later." huffed the man as
he kept in perfect step chasing Arvid.  Entering the thicket the air seemed
different, fresher and a little lighter.  Just as Arvid was feeling a little
relief her foot got caught on a massive root that had grown up out of the
ground creating a noose for her foot.  Smashing to the ground Arvid knew this
was the end, she didn't have enough time to collect herself and get going,
this was it.  She turned her head back, still on her belly in the dirt, just
in time to see the wind topple a towering cedar down on top of her attacker
completely covering his entire body. Arvid was always lucky in life but this
was beyond anything experienced before.  Pushing herself up from the dirt she
noticed the eagles feather had dropped from her hair when she fell, being the
superstitious type she popped the feather back in her hair as this was
obviously a lucky feather.
	Dusting herself off Arvid made her way to The Tavern, ruminating about
what just happened and how she might tell this story to others at The Tavern
over a pint.


Channel 3 Poltergeist Magnus of the Ice Abyss

# Imagine my bones cold

I envy skeleton pirates in the Caribbean. Non stop sun. Bones nice and toasty. The life.
Like my name says, I come from endless icescapes, so I'm no stranger to cold. Cold was in my nature growing up. But that was back in the day when I had more.. mass. Skin, fat, muscle.. the luxuries of flesh!

Bare bone, well, that's something else now. The slightest breeze gives me the chills. I know you probably expect me to fill your fancy with tales of sorcery and heroes.. but it's winter and I needed a sympathetic ear. All my friends keep avoiding me cause I can't stop my teeth from chattering, they can here me coming a mile away. I can't move very fast either, my bones are frozen to the marrow, they'd probably shatter if I ran.

Fuckin Sacred Flame, I just had to touch it. Total idiot. The experience though?! Almost worth it. For a second or two I burned so bright, so true, it was as if I was the essence of light itself!! I thought it might hurt but it felt fucking amazing.. like my flesh had turned into the finest, softest fur and every hair was being brushed by light, a warm loving feeling complete in every way. I'm grateful for all that.

But for this fucking cold..


Barret Ruin of the Moon

# Barret Ruin of the Moon

The Grizzly Man pulls his Blue Longsword from its sheath. The unremarkable weapon is unlikely to help him in this battle. Luckily Barret is remarkable in many other ways. He will need to be for this particular lunar quest; Barret intends to bring down the Moon kingdom.

Even though his weapon offers no range, his trusty Gigas hornet reaches enemies that are far from his reach. He first befriended this hornet during his travels when he stumbled into a hornet nest. Being a Grizzly Man, he was able to withstand the hive soliders' powerful stings. A mutual respect formed and the colony sent their best soldier to work with Barret.

The battle he is currently engaged in is critical for the free Ruinverse. The Moon's militaristic bent has sent them on an arms race, threatening the rest of the Runiverse. Barret intends to bring down their core facility, setting them back years.

His Kraken shield is one of the only reasons he has come this far. With resistance to all elemental damage and at times summoning the power of the Kraken for counterattacks, it has been essential to keeping him alive.

For Barret, whether or not he achieves his mission doesn't matter. He knows he and his companions are soldiers, and they are but brushstrokes in the larger tapestry of Runiverse life. If his efforts can make it safer for everyone it will all be worth it.


Folami Killer of Imps

Falami Killer of Imps.

Hunto. Izaak: A. N.

Tiny Vicious Kike With a Rope ". My friend and BIL also introduced me to Weird Al Yankovic:" Yoda "," Rick Astley "," Bed Intruder Song "and lots of other songs.


I pretty much HATE Imps. So I have made it my mission to kill as many of them as I can. I detest the little creatures and do NOT want them getting close to me. So I use my trusty bow. I shoot one and watch it fly. I get another one in my sights, and I wait. When I think they are ready, I wait for them to go into their flight pattern, and I shoot one, and I watch it hit the ground. When I think I'm done, I head inside the house. But there are two more still to be killed. So I will go out, re - arm myself, and head out back to finish them off. I head back to the patio, pick a new target and wait for them to show their little faces. They wait too. I get ready to shoot, and wait. They wait. They stay where they are, so I can't hit them. A few more moments pass and I feel one flutter over me. I still can't hit it. I wait a bit longer, and another one comes over, and I do the same thing. I feel one flutter over me. I wait a bit longer, and another one comes over. Now, it seems that there are a few of them fluttering around, waiting for me to come close, so that they can hit me. I wait a bit longer. Then I shoot one of the ones fluttering around, and I watch it DIE on the ground. I feel one flutter over me. I wait a bit longer, and one of the ones fluttering around comes and sits right on top of me. Now, the rest of them know to stay clear. The one on top of me gets mad, and I KILL IT.


Chaos Mage Azahl of the Loch

# The Lore of Chaos Mage Azahl of the Loch

The Flame calls...


Illusionist Bao of the Cosmos

# Illusionist Bao of the Cosmos

What an $atom chad; his initials are even IBC.


Nila Poker of the Mountain

# War and Eternal Love

### Nila Poker was born to a small tribe of warriors who resided in the mountains. From a young age, she showed great skill in both hand-to-hand combat and archery. When she was just sixteen, her tribe was attacked by a rival group and Nila fought valiantly against them. Despite being outnumbered and outmatched, she managed to kill several of her enemies before finally being captured.

### The rival tribe took Nila back to their village where she was made a slave. For the next year, she was subjected to inhuman treatment and forced to do backbreaking labor. Finally, she managed to escape and made her way back to her own tribe. Since then, she has dedicated herself to protecting her people from harm and has become one of the greatest warriors in the history of her clan.

### Now  Nila is a legend amongst her people. She is strong, brave, and skilled in both combat and strategy. Her people look to her for guidance and protection, and she is always ready to fight for them.

### Nila Poker is a great warrior, but she would not be nearly as successful without the help of her companion, a mighty scarlet swine. This porker provides her with invaluable assistance in battle, acting as both a shield and an extra set of hands. Without him, Nila would not be half the warrior she is today.
### She wields a rare trident passed down from her ancestors, which is said to bring good luck to those who possess it.

## Her eternal love shield, nothing can penetrate it. Not even enemy weapons or magic. The power of love itself flows through this shield, protecting Nila and those she cares for.


Jordan Explorer of Destiny

Jordan was always one to crack jokes....

"Fun fact: Australias biggest export is boomerangs..... Its also their biggest import."

"I went to the boomerang store the other day..... They have a great return policy."

"Girlfriends are like boomerangs.... I hope."

But when things got serious....

"WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND.... COME AND TAKE IT!"


Archmagus Aldus of the Carnival

# The Amazing Aldus

Aldus was not always so amazing. Some say he wasnt even a wizard.

Aldus had bounced around the Carnival for many years, taking on odd jobs and blowing what little money he earned on the midway before he decided to make it his lifes calling. But like every stooge not born into the trade, he started out as a gazoonie - a manual day laborer responsible for maintaining the Carnivals attractions and grounds.

As time passed, Aldus learned the ins and outs of carny life. He learned how to sweet-talk the locals into spending their hard-earned money on games of chance, and how to put on a show that would keep them coming back for more.

He figured out how to spot an easy mark and he learned to distinguish an everyday chump from a certified cake eater. Later, when he became a barker he perfected his patter and spiel. He developed a talent for showmanship and quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming one of the most successful talkers on the midway.  Most important of all, he learned to crack wise and became a master at the subtle art of goading unruly punks into showing their hand.

But it wasnt until he first met Hromnice, the lucky black cat who lived in the possums belly beneath the dukkering wagon, that his fortune really began to change. Soon after, Aldus acquired a vintage Vanishing Coin concession from an old carny with an extensive collection of antique automatons and nickelodeons. The former owner of the concession had passed away many seasons prior and it had fallen into disrepair. Aldus got it for a cheap price and he set about restoring the device to working condition.


>The Vanishing Coin is a simple grift. When the player puts a coin into the wooden contraption and pulls the handle, their coin drops down a chute and lands in one of a series of spinning cups. As soon as the coin lands in a cup, the lids close. When the spinning carousel comes to a stop, the player selects the cup that they believe contains the coin. If the player guesses correctly, they win a prize - invariably an absurdly large stuffed animal and depending on the season, usually either a duck or a goat.

If a customer was suspiciously lucky or if the owner was sufficiently greedy, the carny could prevent the player from making a winning selection by use of a built-in gaff - a mechanical trick that rigged the game to lose
. If a player selected the correct cup, the operator quickly depressed a pedal with their foot and the contraption would vanish the coin before its cup was opened.

This illusion was generally accomplished by means of a simple mirror that swung down to cover the coin whenever the foot pedal was activated. In Aldus machine, the mirror hinges were completely rusted and frozen in the closed position. While examining the damage, Aldus discovered a number of unusual modifications had been made to the original design. The cups had a series of small holes drilled in the bottom and a magical wand had been attached to the original mechanism by a lever that moved whenever the foot pedal did. Aldus concluded that the modifications were a makeshift attempt to bypass the jammed mirrors. The gimmick was built around an old Midas Rod, a mysterious and powerful scepter capable of transmuting matter into metal. The head of the staff contained a tiny amount of strange matter, collected long ago from within the quantum shadow. [See @wizard2601]


Aldus Midas Rod was unusually attuned to the Rune of Mercury, or perhaps even defective, because its powers of transmutation were singularly focused. It could not make gold, as the eponymous King Midas had. Nor was it able to manifest any other metals of a substantively solid state.

Hidden within the innards of a Vanishing Coins clockworks, the Midas Rod was intended to transform unwanted coins into mercury so that they would drain out the bottom of the cup when the gaff was triggered. While the coin was lost as income, it was ultimately more profitable than parting with an expensive prize. At least that was his theory, but Aldus could never get the machine to work correctly. It was just too old.

Aldus removed the Midas Rod from its dusty prison, discarded the old amusement in the trash and immediately put the wand to a better use.

Aldus developed a magic act that took advantage of his rods mercurial powers. He would appear to bend impossibly large steel beams using only his mind. He could escape from thick chains, padlocked steamer trunks and even enchanted handcuffs. He survived being run through by countless swords in his own version of the Indian Basket Trick.

Audiences marveled at his cleverly crafted illusions. An actual wizard performing these feats was nothing remarkable. It was only interesting because the audience believed that Aldus was a mundane - a duck like them. No one suspected there was any *real* magic at work or that Aldus was anything more than a carnival huckster.

Widely loved and admired, the Amazing Aldus eventually became the most accomplished stage magician on the Carnival circuit. Even so, he couldnt shake the feeling that it was just another con; that he was just pretending to be a wizard, or perhaps that he was pretending to be a mundane who was in turn pretending to be a wizard.


Where was he located within this ouroboros of his own making? Aldus often wondered whether or not he was actually a wizard. Wasnt he performing magical feats, even if they were disguised as legerdemain?

Aldus wanted to use his power to do more than perform simple illusions. He longed to become a real wizard. But what could he accomplish with only a lucky black cat and a broken wand? He had used his years of experience entertaining crowds on the midway to impersonate a wizard on stage, but could he ever hope to fool an actual wizard?

Often in disguise, Aldus wandered through the towns and villages along the Carnivals path looking for people in need of a wizards aid. But as well intentioned as Alduss motives were, unintended consequences are the essential nature of the Midas Rod. Like the economic damage caused by generating endless quantities of gold, the ecological damage of the vast amount of mercury Aldus left in his wake began to take its toll on the environment and on Aldus himself.

Due to his constant exposure to mercury and its compounds, he was afflicted with erethism and slowly began to lose his grip on reality. Alduss solutions often caused worse problems than the wrongs he sought to right and Hromnices uncanny ability to influence probabilities meant that whatever cracked schemes that Aldus imagined were inevitably successful.


>### Episode One: The Case of the Keyless Keep
>Aldus cleverly transforms all the doorknobs into mercury, rendering them unusable and trapping the suspect inside Alessars Keep.
---
>### Episode Two: The Case of the Vainglorious Vampyre
>Aldus uses his wand to create a mercury mirror, revealing the vampyres true identity.
---
>### Episode Three: The Case of the Chroma Crystal Mouse
>Aldus uses alchemical powers to transform the metal wires in the mouse's cage into mercury, allowing the mouse to escape and lead him to the real culprit.
___
>### Episode Four: The Case of the Stolen Sapphires
>Aldus identifies the thief by turning the metal buttons on their coat into mercury, causing the jewels to come tumbling out of their pockets.
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>### Episode Five: The Case of the Wobbly Wagon
>Authorities are able to apprehend an escaped criminal after Aldus warped the axels on the fugitive's wagon and its wheels came flying off.
---
>### Episode Six: The Case of the Goblin Town Gumshoe
>Aldus uses his alchemy to remove all the nails in the soles of a rival detective's shoes, causing him to slip and fall into a vat of hot tar.
---
>### Episode Seven: The Case of the Accident Prone Pony
>Aldus uses his alchemical wand to turn the getaway ponys horseshoes into mercury, causing it to slip and lose its footing, tossing the suspect over a cliff.
---
>### Episode Eight: The Case of the Irritating Inspector
>Aldus turns the steel beams of a building into mercury, causing the structure to collapse and crush an annoying but otherwise innocent member of the local planning commission.
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>### Episode Nine: The Case of the Floating Fortress


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>### Episode Nine: The Case of the Floating Fortress
>Fearing an invasion, Aldus turns the metal framework of an experimental dirigible into mercury, causing the airship to crash into the Salt Sea and drowning all aboard.
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>### Episode Ten: The Case of the Flooded Factory
>Aldus turned all the pipes connected to the factory's reservoir into mercury, putting an end to the illegal dumping that had been polluting the town's water supply but also permanently poisoning the towns water supply.


Helen Mincer of the Kitsune

# Helen Mincer of the Kitsune

Helen loved robots since she was a child.

Her dream was to build companions that could follow and interact with her.

When she was a teenager, she was able to build a robomice. Very simple but for her was a big accomplishment.
One day, when Helen was outside playing with her robomice, 2 kobolds approached and destroyed her robot for no reason.

Filled with anger, is when Helen decided to learn how to fight, and mastered the art of the sword.

Years passed by and now Helen is a brave warrior with her new invention, a robodog, able to defend her in battle.

Helen is still searching for those 2 kobolds for revenge.


Bram Ruin of the Cockatrice

# The Lore of Bram Ruin of the Cockatrice #10229

Coming soon...


Bundo Slaughterer of the Road

# Bundo Slaughterer of the Road

Bundo has always been a bully.

He always was the biggest and strongest kid, so he took advantage of that. He loved picking up with Imps especially.

When he was a teenager, he decided to canalize that anger and power, and learn the fighting warrior skills.

He became one of the best very fast, and soon he got promoted to one of the leaders of the Kobold army and received a goat as a gift.

Bundo, his kobold army, and his goat roam the Runiverse roads ready to slaughter any Imp on their way.


Abigor Nullifier of Seven

# Abigor Nullifier of Seven

This is a legend which is told by the people, but many do not say his name. A goatherder named Abigor woke up to find seven of his precious goats murdered. Only one survived, a silver fleeced goat named Speck. Engulfed with rage from the sight of his dead goats, Abigor sought to find the one responsible.

He coated his sword with the blood of his herd, leashed Speck to his harness, and started off on a journey to find the truth. Thus began his journey to find the true culprit of this heinous act.

The Journey of Abigor.


Peter Protector of Knights

# A brave knight
A long, long time ago, in the medieval times, there was a knight.
A knight so incredibly brave, that he was thought to be the bravest knight that ever lived.

### His name was Peter.
In many wars he fought for his king and never yielded to the enemy forces.
In fact, Peter was the only knight who survived the great war.
He vowed to never fight again.

"I appreciate what you have done for the kingdom", *said the king*.
"But I cant let you go. I want you to be a teacher for next generations, a model to follow.
You, my brave knight, are my **most trusted man**".

Many years passed from that moment.
Peter trained so many knights through his life, so many young men under his orders.
Peter was like a father to them.

Legend has it that under his helmet he have a scar above his right eye:

 "one day one of the young knights had an arrow flying straight to his head.
Peter jumped in front of him and took the arrow instead."

There was the moment where he earned his name:

## *PETER PROTECTOR OF KNIGHTS*


Orgdego Defeater of Honor

# Orgdego needs to pay closer attention

Booboo, Orgdegos night wolf, was being sassy tonight. Theyd lingered around the nuclear site for days after the battle hoping to find evidence of the magisters involvement in the horrific fray, and Booboos mood had grown sharp after all that fallout exposure and dry air.

The warrior Org had a bad habit of not paying close enough attention to his surroundings; between Booboo, his rune of up (assumed good to have; it hadnt done much of anything up that point, truth be told), the blue-and-gold polearm that could move before his mind told it where to strike and his full Skylord Plate armor (with matching Shutter Knight helm, because he thought, correctly, that it looked crushingly bad ass), he was a rocket tank on legs.  Nobody, even on the battlefield, fucked with Org.

Which is why it was so easy to sneak up on him  especially when he was focused elsewhere, such as poring over bloody crests and pommels and taking samples of the putrid magical residue caked across the cracked grey-green land. But the harder they come, the harder they fall. He hadnt noticed the little phalanx of flying insects wrapping up his legs and positioning a large, silksteel net above Booboo until, as it often goes, it was too late.


Shaman Eliphas of the Wood

# Shaman Eliphas of the Wood

Eliphas of the Wood, not kin to Elijah of the Wood.


Sage Keziah of the Grotto

**The Lantern Frogs**

In the morning after He began
the universe, it was empty and still.
and uninhabited. His spirit ran
and followed breeze and sunlight up each hill
and down again. Great towers newly built
and yet to fill with story. So He set
the first beings to wander without guilt
or avarice. They dwell among us yet,
o frogs who watch adream, cast little croaks
over the empty landscape. Enter we
 to marvel over spire and field. Sweet joke
they are, awakened, glowing. Meant to be
is this world, creatures entering in throngs
but till then, wanderers, and trilling songs.

#ForgottenRuniverse


Druid Enigma of the Valley

Interlude - Diary Entry 54

Today was such an incredible day!! Today I met an entire coven of witches and wizards, and they were so nice!

They did not push me down when they saw I was different, and they even made room for me at their table. I had never dined with so many happy people!

I've wandered this realm for so long just looking for a place to call my own, and here it was, just waiting for me!! They even liked my cute poems!

Fred says he thinks everyone should love my poetry, and I'm not inclined to disagree!

Anyway, I was wandering the western coast in search of sea shells to add to my collection when I came across a wounded kobold resting in the sand. Immediately, I ran up to him, muttered a few healing spells under my breath and made the kobold right as rain.

I wish you could have seen the look of appreciation on his face!! He was SO CUTE! I really wish I had more kobold friends! Anyway, it turns out he was actually a member of a small coven of misplaced wizards and witches, and wanted to take me back to throw a feast in my favor.

When introducing ourselves, the kobold wouldn't tell us his name, and asked to simply be called Mooshums. How could I say no to that?!

Since Fred and I have been wandering rather aimlessly lately, I decided, why the heck not, what did I have to lose? Anything is better than going back to the swamps!

And gosh, was I right!! It was a short trip from the beach to the coven's tower. A beautiful stone mage's tower hidden amongst a copse of trees, and a small creek bubbled past nearby. It was rather beautiful, and had to keep myself from getting distracted as I followed the kobold into the trees.


After a few confusing turnarounds in the woods, we managed to find the entrance, and the kobold let us in.

Once Mooshums had introduced us to all the other witches and wizards, everyone gathered in the main hall, which was a beautiful but rather small stone room, packed to the brim with picnic tables.

Bold tapestries hung about, and candles floated by. Magic was in the air, and I don't think it was unusual around these parts. Many times through the night I found myself drifting off in thought, fascinated by the beauty and confusing perspectives of the tower.

With a clap of his hands, Mooshums managed to quiet the rowdy room, and stoop up on his table to address the group.

"Today, my life was selflessly saved by our beautiful friend Enigma here," he said, pointing in my direction.

"A swamp witch with healing powers was the very last thing I expected to find, but I really found so much more. On our travels back, she revealed herself to be kind, caring, and very loving. Her friend Fred," he said, pointing dramatically to my lovely slime pal, "on the other hand has quite the foul mouth!" He erupted in giggles, held a tankard high up, and everyone followed.

The next three or so hours were filled with hugs, food and stories of adventures that were probably made up (Warriors walking through the burning flame?? Like, really?), but I still loved every moment!!

It was at this moment that I realized I had finally found the family I was destined to have. I could feel the love, the understanding, all welling up inside of me, fueling my light.

By the end of the evening I was literally glowing! At one point, I even managed to heal someone's halitosis just by standing next to them!!


All in all, it was a successful evening, and I don't remember passing out. When I woke up, I found myself still in the tower, in a cute little room with stone walls and pictures of flowers on the nightstand.

Accompanying the picture was a small scribbled note that simply invited me to stay for as long as I want. I'm guessing it was Mooshums, but so far, no one has fessed up to it, but I don't mind!!

I should decidedly stay here, with the followers of the Runes. Fred has already made himself right at home, and I already have visitors stopping by my room. It really is everything I could have ever asked for. Thank our lord and savior, Dotta, for helping me find my family!!


Buck Despoiler of the Mountain

# Buck Despoiler of the Mountain

"*Great, Buck. You've done it again!*" Buck chastised himself as he readied his pike.

Buck was a little-known dragon slayer, but perhaps one of the most successful in the realm! This was mostly due to the enchanted weapon his father left to him when he passed, but Buck learned to master the weapon all the same.

There were not many beasts he could not fell, but his dearest companion, Truffles the Pig, was a standing testament that this fierce warrior could be beat!

Buck and Truffles had stumbled into what he thought was a dragon den, but it was much, much worse. Mega Wasps! Wasps the size of small horses with a stinger as deadly as they come. The buzzing was so loud, it ALMOST drowned out Truffles' squeals (but, not quite).

Thanks to this, the wasps were made aware of the two adventurers, and immediately sat upon them with unbelievable speed and coordination. Buck, the quick thinker that he is, held his mighty pike high in the air and uttered the words that could bring it to life.

"*With these words, I shall implore you
 Destroy my foes with a holy honor that is true
 Stand with me as we bathe in the light
 and Dotta bless me with strength to win this fight*"

And as the last words escaped his lips, a beautiful but blinding light filled the cavern, and almost immediately, the sounds of the buzzing dissipated. Within a moment, all of the wasps landed on the ground with a deafening thud, and were no longer a threat to the warrior and his pig.

This act always drained Buck to the point of passing out, but as always, his loyal friend Truffles would sit by his side til he woke yet again, and the two could finish their journey.


After a few hours, the brave warrior finally woke from his exhaustion.

"*My goodness, Truffles, what a waste! There's not even any good loo-*" Stopping mid-sentence, Buck's eyes landed on a small wasp larvae in the corner.

"*Oooh, and what is this??*" He said, as he traversed through the large wasp corpses to the back of the cavern. Gingerly picking up the larvae, a little coo escaped his lips. Buck could already feel a bond forming with the creature, but before he could get lost in thought for too long, Truffles squealed rather jealously.

"*Oh wee lil piggums, don't you worry. This little guy won't be sticking around with us...I know just the wizard who will want this!*" Buck said, excitedly, running off towards the cave's entrance, wee lil pig friend in tow.

What would become of these two stalwart warriors? Who knows! Tune in next week to find out!


Erin Rapscallion of Ruffians

# Rapscallion

> *i'm searching, through every town and knoll, for answers, i still miss him, he took everything, showed me the possibilities, opened my mind, made me who i am today, the intense fire, has set me ablaze*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE40QuebI1M


Sorcerer Eden

Sorcerer Eden was always happiest during Halloween. It was the darkest night of the year, and the perfect time to practice his dark magic.

He loved casting spells on warriors, especially those who had wronged him in some way. It was the ultimate way to get revenge.

One Halloween, he decided to target a group of warriors who had recently defeated him in battle. He cast a powerful spell on them, intending to make them suffer.

Unfortunately, the spell went wrong and ended up killing the warriors instead. Eden was horrified at what he had done, but it was too late to take it back.

Now, every Halloween, he returns to the site of the incident, hoping to find some way to undo his mistake. But he never does, and the warriors' ghosts still haunt him to this day.


Emerson Battler of the Forest

@warrior4926, best friend & companion to @wizard4365

No singular pet of his own but friend to all the forest creatures

Shield & sword imbued with the power of them all

Many battles fought, every action in tune with mother nature

His spirit is peaceful, calm and measured

Together, the pair unbeatable

Beware this warrior


Ekua Eradicator of Destiny

Ekua rode her beast far into the night, she saw hope within the eyes of the dead, as she passed by them, hope of salvation hope of redemption for the lives they have lost.

Now and then the spirits sing, of wizardry and calamity. I hope you do not hear their tune for they will wash away your mood, keep it at bay for I will say there is nothing in the world worth to lay.


Achilles Dissector of the Plains

# The Lore of Achilles Dissector of the Plains

Achilles slashes his way through the plains in pursuit of the invaders. He knew he had a mission but can't seem to recall. His drone companion, as an extension of Achilles, is loyal to him but knows that his circuitry has changed somehow. What Achilles feels is right, though, is to protect Nature and the wizards who are in harmony with it. So he drives away those would dare to defile it.

But this isn't always how Achilles felt. On leaving the metabot factory, Achilles was programmed by BigCorp to clear away space for more industrial development. And at first, he did carve through much wilderness, so much so that his parts began to show signs of wear and tear. Being far from home base, Achilles crafted materials from the woodland materials available.

What Achilles' artificial intelligence could not have computed, however, was the magical effect that the woodland materials would have. Achilles' defenses were reinforced but his mission was changed. Instead of clearing away the wilderness his mission was not to protect it.

Clashes with former friends have proven awkward but also advantageous for Achilles. Because he is still recognized as a metabot, Achilles is always able to strike first in battle. This makes for a lonely life, not truly being part of nature but no longer being part of where he came from. Luckily his drone is all he needs in his journey. Perhaps one day he will encounter either wizards of the earth or a factory who will help him resolve his internal conflict one way or the other.


Druid Enigma of the Valley

Chapter 2 - The Druid of Light

My name is not important, but my story is! I am but a humble chronomancer, someone of no consequence. However, I met one particular druid who was truly something.

As you know, most druidic powers are granted by the earth itself unto the caster. This bond with nature is crucial to connecting and working with the forces of life. As such, druids almost always have an animal companion of some sort.

Well, I had thought this was the only way, as did most other people. How else would or could you be a druid?

I would get the answer to this in the most intriguing way. It happened to be a beautiful fall day, the trees were well on their way to changing their colors, and every wizard (and even most warriors) wore an extra layer or two to hold off the
impending cold.

I had been preparing for a pilgrimage into The Thorn to acquire some necessary ingredients for some LSD (it was not something I had managed to conjure up via magic, so I knew making it by hand was the only way).

Travelling into The Thorn is always hit or miss, as the ever-shifting thorn can make it challenging to find an entrance (however, the reader should note that fire is extremely effective).

It so happens that this was the method I used this time as well. It was effective at clearing the brush around the entrance of the forest, but it had also woken up some very unhappy (and probably very hungry) shadowbeasts.

This was not my best moment, you see, as shadowbeasts can't be harmed by anything that's manifested in reality. Magic, weapons, insult, nothing. They were only vulnerable to sunlight (or so I thought) and since it had taken much longer to get here than expected, there was not much to be had.


I was quickly outnumbered and overpowered, but thankfully not outwitted (though, if we're being candid, it's really hard to outwit someone who can stop time). With but a fleeting thought, all movement around ceased. A disturbing quiet set over forest's edge, the shadowbeasts stopped in their track.

This trick would not last long, unfortunately, but would be ample time to scurry away.

Now, had I just given up and gone home, I wouldn't be here telling you this story. Fortunately for you, I made the terrible of mistake of trying to continue my journey. I sprinted into the forest with every fiber of my being, and managed to get about 500 yards away before the spell stopped working and life resumed.

The shadowbeasts caught on within moments and took after me. I pushed myself as hard as I could, this time employing my very ample time-bending skills, which gave me just the edge I needed to get out of sight.

This came at a steeper price than I had really considered, and ended up extremely lost and disoriented (and it goes without saying, this is one of the last places a wizard would ever want to be lost).

Thankfully, we chronomancers are a witty type, and I had a resolution on the ready. Simply rewind time til the sun starts un-rising, and use it to establish direction. From there it's just a simple walk home!

Taking a seat on a nearby stump, I closed my eyes and began to focus on the quiet within. It felt like a year, a month, week, all in the span of a second. I had done this so many times, that it was muscle memory at this point.

Quite suddenly, however, I was interrupted by the unearthly roars of shadowbeasts, forcing me from my meditation, and leaving me weary and motion sick.


Before I had time to really process the situation, the shadowbeasts had caught up. The forced break of my meditative link had taken so much out of me, that by the time they found me, I had passed out.

When I finally came to, I was back in my home, in my bed. No wounds, and I felt fabulous. It would take me almost 10 years to figure out exactly what happened during that time.

It turns out a druid had been wandering The Thorn for the very same reason I had gone, for necessary and magical ingredients. She had heard the shadowbeasts, and came to my rescue.

To figure this out, I spent years combing the forest, trying to find where that exact moment happened. After having ended up mapping out the entirety of The Thorn, I managed to come across the stump where I had lost focus that day.

See, it's important to find the exact location. With a little bit of chronomancy and a dabble of alchemy, I was able to create a very crude playback of that day. I'm pretty certain it was a swampwitch, but they're not often altruistic, so it's really hard to tell.

She must have been born of light, as she quickly dealt with the shadowbeasts without even raising her weapons. Once they were taken care of, I was able to see that she tended to my wounds, and then leaves the area (but without me??).

I have been able to come up with this illustration depicting what I think she may look like, and I hope to one day come face to face with the person who took time to save an old time mage's life.

(kudos to Wise Sam for the beautiful art!!)


Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice

# Life's turn

When the last leave will touch the ground,
then, you will be done.

When the last Salmon will have reached the mountains,
then, you can head back home.

It's the rule of Order.


Adept Hadrien of the Rock

> Art by feckless

## The Pony

---
The Hare and a pony, @pony6, were wandering through a meadow whilst Hadrien snored under a tree.

They moved slowly, taking in the goodness of the day, waxing philosophical as the Hare sometimes would, things there was no need for Hadrien to hear.

Eventually, the pony was curious enough and asked,

> Why?

> It was a simple enough mistake. Im a rather large rabbit, the Hare replied.

> Yes, but why dont you correct him? Hes supposed to be one of the smartest Wizards around and yet he thinks you are a Hare.

> The Hare chuckled, Its kind of funny if you think about it.

> Rembrandt wasnt sure, Im sick of being treated like Im not worthy of the same respect these damn wizards are. I dont know how you do it, my friend.

This hung in the air, steam blown waiting to be carried off by the wind.

Eventually, the Hare broke the silence with an answer.

> Love.

The pony waited, hopeful for more, but none came. So, Rembrandt nodded knowingly.

> I was upset when my master sold me, Rembrandt confided.

> Master?, asked the Hare.

> Ill never have another master again, said the pony.

> No masters, the Hare nodded.

There was a pause and then Rembrandt spoke again.

> I like Hadrien because he is kind, but he travels too much for me.

> Kind enough.

They continued in quiet for a while more until they stopped to look back across the meadow, towards the tree under which the kind wizard still snored.

----


----

Suddenly, a figure appeared mid-air about ten meters in front of them and fell to the ground, disappearing beneath the long-grass.

> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

The pair rushed towards groans that were now filling the meadow.

> Are you okay?, asked Rembrandt.

On the grass laid an old man wearing a now crumpled Purple Wizards Hat and not much else.

> Do I look alright to you?, the old man replied sharply.

> You look like youve been in the wars, said Rembrandt.

The old man did indeed look like he had been in the wars.

What was left of his clothing was dirty and blood stained, and parts of his exposed skin were also bruised. A laceration above his right eye leaked blood down his face and his beard was messy and charred.

> The old man groaned, clutching his left arm, Where the f*ck am I?!

Rembrandt looked down at the Hare and they exchanged a quick look.

> Well, sir, were in a meadow, Rembrandt replied.

> I was about to DIE!, shouted the man.

Hadrien had come running over by this point and spilled into the commotion.

> Woah there!, he started, Nobody here is trying to die anytime soon.

> The old man looked up at him disgruntled, You dont even know the half of it.

> Hadrien slowed for a moment and nodded, Maybe so.

> Are you going to tell us who you are and why you fell out of the sky then, old man?, Rembrandt interjected.

> Fell out of the sky?, Hadrien asked, puzzled.

> Thats right, Rembrandt continued, He dropped right out of the sky  screaming!


> Thats right, Rembrandt continued, He dropped right out of the sky  screaming!

Straight from the Ponys Mouth, thought Hadrien, bemused.

> Look, I dont expect you to understand, the gentleman on the ground began, You may have talking horses here, but where I am from, there is REAL MAGIC.

Hadrien leant in, intrigued.

> I am @wizard540, Merlin declared, I am a wizard.

A beat passed before anyone spoke again.

> So is he, Rembrandt replied, a hoof pointed in Hadriens direction, Its really not a big deal.

> Well now, Hadrien said, Were not completely useless.

This time Hadrien and the Hare exchanged looks.

----

Merlin seemed stunned. Perhaps it was just sinking in that he had been in conversation with a pony. Perhaps it was that he had just been told that being a wizard was really not a big deal. Or perhaps It was that a talking pony had just told him that being a wizard was really not a big deal.

Whatever it was, it took Merlin a second to compose himself before he continued.

> My sincerest apologies to the both of you.

> Three of you, Hadrien interjected, gesturing towards the Hare.

> Sorry, three of you, Merlin began again, Excuse me for a moment.

Reaching into his top pocket, the shell-shocked wizard retrieved a vial of brown liquid and poured it all into his mouth.

Slowly, he fell backwards onto the grass, eyes rolling back into his head, and started to convulse.

> Did he just-?, started Rembrandt.

> Im guessing that was the Powerful Amnesia Tonic, interrupted Hadrien.

Suddenly, the previously convulsing wizard sat bolt upright.


Suddenly, the previously convulsing wizard sat bolt upright.

> I am afraid I have no idea where I am or what is happening, but I think I may need your help. My name is Merlin, he said, visibly uncomfortable with the taste lingering in his mouth.

> Do you think you can walk?, Hadrien smiled.

> Im afraid I dont think I can, replied Merlin, Im in some pain.

> Thats alright, said Hadrien, Do you think youd be able to carry our friend here to a nearby town, Rembrandt?

> Rembrandt looked unimpressed, This is not how I imagined Id be spending my days as a free pony!

> You dont have to if you dont want to!, Hadrien clarified, Its your choice.

Hearing this, the ponys face softened, and he looked again at the injured wizard, lying on the ground.

> I can help, said the pony.

Hadrien helped the wizard onto his feet and onto the ponies back, and the two pairs walked back across the meadow towards the tree.

Reaching the tree, Hadrien sat down, reached into his bag and began reading his book.

> Arent you going to come with us?, asked Merlin.

> Why do you look younger than you did before?, said Hadrien looking up at the wizard.

> Im confused, Merlin continued, I dont even know where Im going.

> Places, replied Hadrien, Im sure of it.

Rembrandt exchanged looks with the Hare now, and a wordless exchange culminated in a nod.

> Lets go find out whats happening in this world, Merlin, Rembrandt said, I want to make a life for myself, and it looks like you might have to, too.

Merlin looked again at Hadrien again, puzzled.


Merlin looked again at Hadrien again, puzzled.

> Youre here now, arent you Merlin?, said Hadrien, Ive read about you and Im sure youll be fine. We'll all need your help soon enough.

They looked at each other for a moment more, and Merlin sensed that not only was there was no point arguing, but whatever was happening was important.

> Ill need time to find the energy, Merlin said.

> You will, Hadrien winked.

> Okay then, Merlin replied.

> Dont forget me!, Hadrien said as they were leaving.

Rembrandt looked back and confirmed that he wouldnt. Merlin simply raised his good arm and waved.

----

Rembrandt and Merlin continued away and towards the horizon.

> I knew a painter named Rembrandt once, remarked Merlin.

> Oh yeh?, replied Rembrandt, Any good?

> One of the masters, Merlin replied.

----

Left in the meadow, long after the Pony and Merlin had disappeared over the horizon, Hadrien turned to the Hare.

> Do you think that was a good idea?

The Hare didnt answer.

> Youre right, it's too early to tell.


Alchemist Alizam of the Circle

# Dream Master Lake


Wizard Oiq of the Hall

# The Lore of Wizard Oiq of the Hall


Arcanist Gino from the Abyss

Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever.

  - Gino


Brooks Shatterer of the Citadel

# Oddity#: MCP-173

> **Magic Containment Paradox**

> *There are oddities in the Runiverse,
> each must be indexed and contained,
> those who seek influence,
> also seek their gain.*

> The wizard Two Crows [ #2724 ] hast hath lost the physical manifestation of his corse.
> The wizard seeks the divine entity of auphanim.
> This oddity is peculiar
> in nature,
> in yond t may grant t's wield'r
> source alchemy.

> **T seemeth that gent hast anon attained, dang'r resides**

**Brooks**


Hedge Wizard Astrid of the Villa

# New Lore Entry

Expecto Patronum


Aramastus Knockout of Kobolds

# New Lore Entry

Ridikuius


Marlan Trimmer of the Sacred Pillars

# Marlan Trimmer of the Sacred Pillars

Many a wizard and a warrior have found themselves wandering through the Sacred Pillars. Whether they were traveling there to meet him or heard his name whispered by others, all know Marlan Trimmer as the best barber and hair care specialist in the land if not the entire Runiverse.

Marlan is a retired Knight who would only pick up his sword in self defense or to tame an unruly beard. Very little is known about Marlans time as a Knight. All people really only know him as a slightly portly Jovial man engaged in battle with bad hairstyles.

Initially hesitant to provide hair care for wizards, Marlan has maintained neutrality throughout the land by helping everyone to look their very best.

Marlan had decided to shut down his Barber shop in order to learn how to create the newest hairstyles to satisfy customers from all walks of life. He hopes to reopen for business soon, Stay tuned for a grand opening announcement in the future.


Zombie King of the Undead

# Zombie King, CEO

**Zombie King**
twitter.com/ZombieKingCEO

**The Corporation**
opensea.io/The-Corporation

**Subsidiaries**
Big Potion Company
HappyFun Meat Company

**Leadership Team**
The Alchemist, Director of Big Potion
Orpheus, Director of HappyFun Meats (BrkfstSandwich)

**Security Team**
MinimumWave, Head of Security
@wizard4769, Lead Enforcer (MilkTheDolphin)

The King is Dead, Long Live the King.


Denzel Attacker of the Valley

Denzel loves a good ambush. He carries only a shield with a hand-drawn image of a flame. He often waits behind trees, in holes, and under bridges for the perfect moment to attack. His assault usually starts with him giving away his position due to his giggling anticipation. It is followed by him jumping out and screaming, "Got Ya." As the enemy proceeds to shower him with spells and arrows, he holds up his magical shield and charges forth. Once he is within striking distance, he uses his trademark tornado attack, which involves spinning at an underwhelming speed with his arms held out. A majority of the time, Denzel wakes up in a pool of his own blood with an illegitimate sense of accomplishment.


Lorcan Madcap of the Savannah

# Lorcan Madcap of the Savannah
Orphan, he was abandoned by his tribe when he was a kid. He was discovered by a hyena who raised him like his own child. He learns all the secrets of the Savannah from the hyena pack and now the Savannah has no secret for him.

Now, he wanders in the Savannah with a hyena to find his tribe and discover why the have abandoned him.


Mystic Azahl of the Cosmos

# Entry 1 - The Hunt Continues

Madness was his fate. But this wasnt madness. He was just tired. Ok, nearing the edge of exhaustion. Days like this consumed an incredible amount of energy. Which felt odd since he hadnt left his chair nearly three hours. No, the endless days of following leads, clues, hints, and hunches were maddening, but not yet leading him on to madness. But how long could he stay on this course? The problem was that each new piece of information didnt quite fit with the prior. And it was fraying his nerves. He could feel the answers he sought, just out of reach. Always out of reach.

Of course he needed rest, but this was his way, wasnt it? *Relentless. Driving. A Force.* The words of his old teacher came to mind, and he smiled wanly. A curiosity, that our highest pursuits ultimately fail on something so mundane as food and rest. Dont you agree? His silent companion only glanced over. Hed have to think more about that later. Another puzzle spilling past the the limits of logic and out to his old friend Chaosbut no time for that now. No, not mad yet, just tired and hungry, now that he thought of it. Was it really so late in day? Tomorrow he might consider bringing lunch. Ok, one more and then we rest. Silence greeted him. Yes, food too, of course.


The library was nearly empty now. Long shadows cast by the narrow windows high up on the solid stone walls. As was his custom these past weeks, Azahl had found his way to a cramped desk in a second floor alcove. The last book in his stack lay before him. A cracked leather binding and faded runes on the cover. Just like the dozens of others hed already tested today. And yesterday. And nearly every day since  dont think about that now. He turned towards the book. Focus on the breath. This time he laughed, remembering his teachers words, which were so often directed at him. Focus on the breath. He took one in. Let it out. Again. As he settled, he unfocused his eyesand reached. There it was, the delicious warm fire in the cold of night, the ice cold drink on a scorching day. The Cosmos waited for him, as it always had. He channeled the magic into the book, feeling, searching. He hadnt found anything again today, but maybe this one.

His mind filled with colors: vibrant greens, brilliant yellows, deep, rich browns. He still loved that first flood of power. Every single time. As the colors settled, the images came on. Fieldstoolsmanure? and the now familiar spinning crystalline structures  the endless math and mechanics of.crop rotations. It was yet another book on post-feudal farming techniques. Blinking, Azahl turned to his companion Gods, did the ancients spend all their time concerned with growing food? More silence.


He tossed the book onto the exhausted pile with a sigh. Another wasted day, in a long string of wasted days, he pondered. Then he abruptly pushed back his chair. No matter. My task is set. He stood up, leaving the books behind on the desk. Hed receive yet another unhappy look in the morning from the aging librarian, but Azahl knew him well enough by now. The librarian had seemed quite happy to find someone who cared about these old books as much as he did. And he certainly was curious about Azahls research methods. But then again, who wouldnt be? Tapping the Cosmos to search the Infinite Library was a magic known to Azahl alone. And hed earned it. Not that the librarian suspected this. Nor did he guess at Azahls task. Hed be much less friendly then. No, the librarian only noticed the rapacious speed with which Azahl consumed these books, and the growing number of languages. Hed have to keep guessing as to how Azahl accomplished it.

Walking briskly to the stairs, Azahl lifted his arm and his great owl, Pallas, his constant companion, flew to her perch on his shoulder. Well, the inn should be full of life by nowand distractions. He grinned as he strode down the stairs and out into the darkened streets.


Diana of the Lake

The full chronicles of Diana are recorded regularly on her twitter

You see, Diana has been cursed. Any time she is near still water, she can hear whispers coming through from the voices on the other side.

Help guide Diana as she listens through the water and tries to understand the rambled of crypto twitter. What stories are in front of her? Will she find the Order of the Eternal Rose? Can the Enchanted Garden be kept safe?

With your help, we can do it together! If you would like to join the Order and get posting privilege's on the Mirror page, please message Diana on Twitter!

**Diana's Affliction**

Diana knelt by the lake, filling her waterskin. The morning was cool and crisp, summer was all but gone and the chill grip of autumn was coming.

She had been travelling for days. Wandering, somewhat aimlessly. She was searching, hunting but for what, she did not know.

Time to get moving whispered the voices. Chuckling, she picked herself up from beside the waters edge and the poked back,

Yea, I know, Im going. It had been over a week now she was hearing the whispers. Calling to her from the waters edge. Friend or foe, kindness or kniving, she did not yet know. Who are you? Really? Where do you speak to me from?

The whispers came through quiet and clear, We come through your mind, from another world. Our space is called Crypto Twitter.

Diana looked doubtful. Crypto Twitter? That sounds like some kind of blue mage contraption.. Or a yellow wizard dance move. I doubt its a real place. Probably doesnt exist. Ignoring the voices in her head she travelled on.


The voices had reinforced this idea that perhaps the myths and legends about the Enchanted Garden are in fact real. A place where the sick are healed, and legends begin. If there was a cure for this crypto twitter in her brain, the Enchanted Garden would help her.

If only she could find it!

The Enchanted Garden only reveals itself to those who seek it in earnest and seek to make the garden a better place. Or so the legend goes hard to imagine some kind of disappearing garden. Thats just nonsense.

The Eternal Rose has been in Dianas life since she was a girl. Her family had always treasured it, although she never got an honest tale explaining exactly where it had come from. The day the Zombie King destroyed her town, her mother had told her that this Eternal Rose would keep her safe and guide her way.

Now, lost in woods near Fur Gnome Wold, Diana had no clue what to expect next Hopefully the whispers and voices from Crypto Twitter' would guide her in her quest from here on, offering support, guidance and fun.

Please Crypto-tweetians, stay with me and guide me on my path. Help me find others who hold the Eternal Rose close to their heart and assist me in my quest to find the Enchanted Garden.


Humphrey Raider of the Tundra

There is only one goal in life - grow your wealth
There is only one way to achieve that goal - take what's yours

This was the way of life Humphrey had learned growing up. Life was a zero-sum game. Win or die. All that changed the day he met Leah.

At first Humphrey was simply keeping close to survive, but her actions that day, the day she saved his life, showed him that one could choose another path - a higher path. And now he was in her debt.

"I pledge my life to yours."


Archmagus Solomon of Arcadia

# The Lore of Archmagus Solomon of Arcadia

Archmagus Solomon, a wise and humble wizard, takes a knee upon the floor of the enchanted forested of Archadia. With an aging sigh, he raises up Isaac's apple to the thin stream of light breaking through the dense canopy. With this action, Archmagus Solomon is brought into the Grortear realm. A place only the knowledgeable of prophets can see.

The prophecy is clear, all is not well for Arcadia. This had always been a place of peace but Archmagus Solomon knows the townsfolk are in dire trouble.


Gorgah Battler of Flowers

# New Lore Entry

3599 y/o
Warrior
Salary: 2000-4000 $magic/year
Cats > Dogs

Hello,

Looking for a serious relationship and not a quick 100year stand. I'm one of those annoying glass half full kinda warrior. Negative nellies, need not swipe right.

If you enjoy travelling and the occasional terrorizing, we will probably get along.

Looking forward to hearing from you. I am Warrior & Wizard friendly.

- Gorgah


Lich Despot Pandora of the Spike

*Chasms open, shadow through the veins
of ancient titans, riding with the flow
of sacred blood, all chanting the refrain
of solemn consecration. Oh, I know
the way to knit a heart from ragged shards
to whole and beating. Bushels full of words
and rest, and succor. Healing souls is hard,
but once I start, its like I always heard
the pain of others. Place me on no throne,
raise statues not, but healing-halls instead,
and let me never find myself alone
but when the shadows draw around my head
remember help, not hurt, maketh the hand,
and build the bridge of friendship, where you stand.*

-- lorepunk.eth

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It was prophesized that one would pass through the flame unscathed, but this did not mean flesh. There was only one who could withstand the call of darkness.

One who needed the Flame to survive, to go on. She would approach the flame with a heart full of love, and a hope for freedom, and that's exactly what the flame would grant her.

Of course it would take her flesh as well, let's not be silly. The flame was gracious, not stupid.

Her tale will unfold, hand in hand with the love of her life, a brave warrior who had saved her from captivity and returned her home. Will these two will fulfill the Prophecy of Shadows and restore balance to the Runiverse?

Stay tuned to find out!


Uvlius of the Steppe

One fateful day in the life of Uvlius of the Steppe changed everything...


Illusionist Chanterelle of the Hall

# Illusionist Chanterelle

Chanterelle was all games and fun, with her monkey by her side, until she met her destiny, in the form of a unexpected ally.


Duke Eidolon of Rogues

STUBBS AND HIS LIEGE, DUKE EIDOLON OF ROGUES

The Tavern is just a silhouette in the murky dusk a few fathoms off. Duke eyes Stubbs for a cue as to their next move, none is given.  That in itself is a comfort.  Duke is usually given very little to go on, and enjoys that unthinking *feeling* part of the role.
As did his father.
And his father before him.
Three generations of service. An Oath.
Stubbs just trundles on in silence - Duke in tow.
Upon approach Duke heaves the old iron door, it croaks once and yawns wide.
Stillness...
Silence where there should be frivolity. Darkness where there should be candlelight. A small glowing portal hums at the foot of the bar; the only illumination besides the full moon, shining in a glowing and ethereal blue.  It beckons.
Stubbs the Mutant Snapping Tortoise to whom he serves as Liege hurdles its mass forward at speed, skidding to a stop just before the portal. It crackles and hums with electricity of unknown origin, an alien miasma rising outward from its fore. Stubbs holds its ancient nose an inch from oblivion. He squints vaguely into the blue.
HMMMF.
The Tortoise turns around in disinterest and idly leaves the bar.
Duke shouts into the musty darkness NO GROG?! and follows his master thusly, away from The Tavern and into the night.


Caesar Champion of Honor

Field Report: Caesar Champion of Honour

There is unease among the medium of the mountain. Champions of Honour have been summoned to travel the Buffkin Plains the coastal town of Drok's Hollow, for the Day of the Black Dawn.

Yet I can't fathom the reason.
The Honour Guard have better things to do than drink mead and break bread with the Brown Hat simpletons on their day of remembrance.

What a joke. The common folk do not remember a day when the sun did not rise!

But the memory of the mountain holds us still. The mountain remembers the madness. The mountain remembers the harbinger rising from the crushing depth and defiling the light of new day.

But that was a long time ago. Before our honour bound the dark things of the world and an army of wizards held sway over reality.

The ancient dark is gone forever... Or so we thought.

Before we left I stole a precious moment with my sister Faye. She cast my runes, like she did when I was a boy.

They heard her scream in the delta... she saw something in my path yet could not speak sense through her tears.
Before I spirited myself away, she spoke but one name. A name that fills my heart wonder and ice...

@wizard5841, Ghorhoth Rises!

End of Report...


Ward Rapscallion of the Mountain

Ward never expected his childhood nickname, Rapscallion, to stick. But stick it did. He was always causing mischief and never quite knew when to hold back.

Eventually, he'd irritated enough of his home town that he just had to go. He packed up his armor, boomerang, and shield, and headed for the hills. He settled down in the mountains.


Sorcerer Remus of Cuckoo Land

A depiction of Sorcerer Remus of Cuckoo Land and Channel 3 Poltergeist Khudalf of the Ice Abyss


Queeny the Extraordinary

# **A tale of Queeny**

_An extraordinary wold pony by many measures_

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She is @wizard5136's trusted steed through thick and thin. A pony trusted to endure both the Psychic Leap and the strange wonders of Cuckoo Land. She is unfazed by the most frightening of beasts and ghoulish of souls. But a kobold? Oh no... DO NOT bring Queeny near any kobold. Whether it's their smell or just their presence in general, she will enter a crazed state of chaotic protest.

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Queeny's quest is simple. To graze upon the greenest of grass. Have you ever mowed a lush field? The smell that emanates is the complete opposite of the meaty odor of a smelly Kobold. Fortunately for Queeny, Remus takes great pleasure in guiding her to such greenery. As the writer of this lore I have a simple ask for any readers who may encounter Queeny. Fondle her mane gently. She loves that.
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Nigel Terror of the Forest

# Welcome to the Forest
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1tj2zJ2Wvg

Nigel of the Forest, hair as red as flames

Hell take anything he wants, once he starts up the chain

He is a person you will find that lives a simple creed:

If you got the money, honey, he can make it bleed

In the Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Watch him bring you to your sha-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees

Mwah, he, he wanna watch you plead

Nigel of the Forest, he takes it day by day

Sawing logs and drinking mead, come midnight it's time to slay

And you're a very sexy elf, as careless as the breeze

You can see by moonlight but you won't escape the trees

In the Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Feel my, my, my, my rotors gleam

Ooh, ah, I want to hear you scream

Nigel of the Forest, he gets worse with every day

Barely lives like an animal in the forest he will stay

If hes got a hunger for what he sees, he'll take it eventually

He can have anything he wants and youre better off, take it from me

In the Forest, Nigel to the Forest

Watch him bring you to your sha-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-knees, knees

Mwah, he gonna watch you plead

If in trees you hide, well, Nigels gonna chop down

Chop down, chop down, fall down, yeah


Chop down, chop down, fall down, yeah

You know where you are?

You're in his forest, baby, you're gonna die

In the Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Watch him bring you to your sha-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-knees, knees

In the Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Feel my, my, my, my rotors gleam

Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Watch him bring you to your sha-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-knees, knees

Down In the Forest, Nigel of the Forest

Watch him bring you to your

Hes gonna chop you down, huh


Shaman Eizo of the Tower

# The Tale of Beyna and Eizo

## Part 1

Eizo. Hey, Eizo!

Eizo started, visions of last nights nightmare fading from his mind. A man, lifeless on a cold marble floor. An azure-haired woman screaming his name.

You were staring off into space. Is everything ok? Beyna asked.

Eizo was seated at a small table. Across from him was Beyna, his best friend and current brunch partner. Yeah, Im fine, its nothing, he said, doing his best to smile. She didnt need to hear about his dream. He glanced out the window at the sun-bathed rooftops of Camelot.

*art by **HANI HAYA***

Alright, welljust so you know, this food is AMAZING! Beyna said, her emerald eyes bright with anticipation. Eizo had cooked and prepared this spread for them  well, everything except the jelly donuts. Those were a new item at the local bakery.

Im glad you like it  this is the most excited Ive seen you about anything since I can remember, Eizo replied. His smile came more easily this time  it was hard to stay sad or mad around Beyna.

Alright, lets dig in, Beyna said. Not you! she exclaimed, lightly slapping her giant ladybug familiar, Spots (short for Spotted Sentinel). Spots retreated from where he had been prodding his antennae near one of the plates.

Eizo chuckled. Too bad hes not as well-behaved as Buddy, he said. He picked up his mug and dripped a little water on the sapphire slime sitting on his lap. Buddy burbled appreciatively as the water melded with his form.


They attacked the plates in companionable silence for a few moments. Beyna and Eizo had been through a lot since theyd first met three years ago, at ages 13 and 14, respectively. And through all the ups and downs, theyd developed a familiarity which didnt require constant conversation.

Beyna sighed appreciatively as she bit into one of the raspberry jelly donuts. Simply divine. After taking a swig of water, she said, So, where should we go today? Merlins finally given us a day off and we need to take advantage!

Yeah, youd think us being his apprentices would be all fun and games, but we havent had a chance to just hang out in a while, Eizo said. Where do you think we should go?

HmmId like to visit that lake that Merlin told us not to visit. I bet hes hiding something there!

Eizo felt uneasy at the mention of the lake, He was pretty sure that fey magic was somehow  connected to it, and that spelled trouble.

Yeah, theres the lake, but I think a mountain-top picnic would be even better! Eizo said as he popped some berries in his mouth. The weathers perfect for it!

Stop talking while your mouths full of food, Beyna admonished. And thats not for you! she scolded as she again smacked Spots, whod been trying to taste the jelly donut. She pulled a bronze coin out of her pocket.

Lets flip for it, she said. Crowns, and we go to the lake. Swords, we go to the mountains.

Fair enough, Eizo said. But none of your tricks!

What are you talking about, I always play fair, Beyna said, sticking out her tongue. She flipped the coin.


Sometimes there are moments that seem mundane at the time, but go on to change the course of ones life forever. This was one of those moments, although the two good friends didnt know it at the time.

The coin landed and danced around the table with a series of metallic pings. It finally rested near Eizos plate, a pair of crossed swords showing on the exposed side

Mountains it is, sighed Beyna.

Dont worry, I know a good spot, said Eizo, grinning.

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The hike through the mountains was strenuous, but not excessively challenging for the pair of apprentices, who had been thoroughly trained in nature survival skills as part of their chosen specialization in shamanic magic. Are we there yet? huffed Beyna, her auburn hair tied back into a ponytail so it wouldnt get into her face as they climbed.

Just a little further, Eizo encouraged. Buddy was perched on his shoulder as they walked; although he was extremely mobile in water, he usually preferred to stick with Eizo outside of his natural element.

The pair of apprentices finished a steep climb, and they emerged onto a sunny hilltop meadow filled with blooming wildflowers. Spots extended his wings and flew ahead, hunting for insects to eat.

Wow, Eizo! Beyna exclaimed as her eyes took in the idyllic scene. What a romantic spot  oh, is this a date? she teased. She giggled and ran after Spots before she could spot Eizo blushing. *Would it be so bad if it was?* he thought, fingering the silver pendant necklace he had brought  in his vest pocket.


They found a clear spot in the meadow and set up for their picnic. The Kings castle where Merlin and the apprentices lived had generously provided meat pies and biscuits for the occasion. They enjoyed the food as they watched Spot flying around and grabbing insects in mid-air. As the meal wound down, butterflies fluttered in Eizos stomach. *Its time to tell her how I feel,* he thought.

So, Beyna he started, then nervously cleared his throat. You know that next week, were going to tell Merlin where we want to go for our advanced shaman training, right? Thats not Merlins specialty, so he wants us to go to the Far East, or even this New World that Ive never heard of.

Yeah, we know this, Beyna said. The sunlight filtered through her hair, making it look even more reddish than usual. Whats your point?

Well, its just that I hope we can choose to go to the same place, Eizo said in a rush before he could lose his nerve. I know this probably sounds like its coming out of nowhere, but I really like you, its been really special getting to know you, and um, I dont want us to be apart. Eizos face was flushed, contrasting sharply with his cerulean blue hair and eyes. Here, I got you this, he blurted, thrusting a hand out towards her.

Beynas eyes were wide as she grasped the silver pendant necklace. This is beautiful, Eizo.  And I always assumed wed go to study in the same place - but what are you saying with this?


Its just that  Im trying to say that I love you, Beyna. And I have for a while. After years of pent-up feelings, Eizo couldnt stop the flow of his words. I want us to travel togetheras more than friends. I promise to always be there for you, to protect you, and help you, and love you, no matter what happens. He stepped forward, took her hands, and looked into her eyes.

Beyna was now blushing too, and her eyes glimmered with emotion. Eizo, I- I- dont know what to say, I wasnt prepared for this. Its a lot, you know, to process, she stammered. Youve always been my best friend since I got to Camelot, and- and- its just a lot to process.
She broke eye contact with Eizo, and noticed Spots flying off towards one end of the meadow. H-Hey, wheres Spots flying off to? Spots, come back! She let go of Eizos hands and started running after him.

Eizo felt like he might faint. *Wait, so what was her answer?* he thought, feeling more exhausted than after the hike up to the mountaintop. He started jogging after Beyna and her familiar in a state of confusion.

After a few moments, Beyna shouted back, I think Spots found something, Im starting to sense some arcane energy. They rounded an outcropping of rock at one end of the meadow, and came upon what could only be described as a portal. Blue and purple energy swirled within a circular 3-meter space.

Beyna walked up to within a couple feet of the portal and picked up Spots, who had landed. Fascinating, she said, the color fading from her cheeks as she focused on this distraction. Do you think Merlin knows about this?


Probably? He seems to know everything, Eizo replied. Id step back though, we dont know what this thing does, or whether its dangerous.

Ill be the judge of that, said Beyna, turning towards him. Parts of her shadow seemed to elongate, and get slowly pulled towards the portal.

Beyna, look! Eizo said, pointing.

Beyna noticed, and said, well, thats not normalyou might have a point. She tried to take a step away from the portal, then said, I cant move.  Her shadow started to get sucked into the portal more quickly. Then, Beyna and Spots seemed to glimmer with shining particles, which also began streaming into the portal.

Beyna! Eizo shouted. He tried to grab her and pull her away from the portal, but his hands went through her as if through thin air.

This feels strange  as if Im here, but also there Beyna said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a long distance away.

Beyna, dont worry, Ill come after you! You wont be alone over there, I promise! Eizo shouted as the last particles of Beyna and Spots whooshed through the portal. She was gone.

Eizo immediately rushed towards the portal and jumped through.

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**For the crime of bearing a child with a fey Royal, the punishment for a human is execution, and banishment for the child. This is necessary to preserve the royal line.**

The judgment thus pronounced, the sentence was carried out immediately. A fey sword slashed through the man, leaving no mark, but the mans eyes dimmed as his spirit left his body, which slumped on the ground.


A blue-haired fairy in lavish clothing screamed as she was restrained by guards. Others picked up a sobbing toddler who shared her coloring, and started dragging him away, destined for exile from the Fey realm. Eizooooo! the fairy screamed, anguish marking her delicate features.

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Eizo opened his eyes, and wiped away his tears. That had been the clearest of his dreams to date. Such thoughts vanished as Eizo remembered his situation. He immediately got up and brushed himself off. It appeared that the portal hadnt harmed him in any obvious way. He was a few feet away from a rocky seashore, the gray waves rushing in and out. Buddy had made it through the portal too, and also seemed none the worse for wear. Inland, Eizo could see mountains, higher and harsher than the foothills near Camelot. This was not home.

Beynaaaaa!!! shouted Eizo, cupping his hands to mouth. He kept looking around and shouting her name. But neither friend nor foe appeared.

*Did she leave me behind while I was out? Was she that desperate to get away from me after what I said? No, she wouldnt do that, I know her,* he thought. That left only one distressing conclusion  the portal hadnt sent them to the same location.

Where am I, anyway? Eizo asked Buddy. Doing another slow scan of his surroundings, Eizo made out a tower in the distance. To be visible from where he was standing, the tower must have been quite tall. And somehow, Eizo could see shapes etched onto the sides of the tower, although this level of detail should have been impossible to discern at this distance.


One of the shapes in particular, an inverted cross with a U-shape crossing the top, seemed to resonate with him. Eizo felt that he could trust whoever dwelled in that tower. He decided to start walking toward it in hopes of finding answers and assistance in locating Beyna.

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***Continued in Shaman Beyna in the Shadows's lore***


Harland Bifurcator of the Range

# Just a simple Country Boy

Part 1

Born and raised on the Range, Harland was familiar with the tools and animals of country life. As he grew, so did his skill with power tools.       Mysteriously in his teenage years his skin began to turn a light shade of blue. No one on the range could understand, was it magic? Was it the water on his family farm, washing down the hills from the silver mines of times past? Either way he began to be shunned by the community as some kind of weirdo.

Travelers told of a place where the blue men gathered, worked and lived out their days trying to cure their affliction. The legendary blue guardians of the Gem Mine.

Harland eventually took his boar (who had by this point turned blue as well) and set off to gather with his brethren. Rumor had it that the blue men guarded the mine, but also tried taking various potions made from things dug up in the mine in an attempt to cure (or modify) their blue condition.

Though Harland was just a simple country boy, his skills with a chainsaw became an asset along the dangerous road from the Range to the mine. He thought maybe when he got there hed carve out a simple life as a shopkeeper of some sort, maybe a small engine repair shop, or an apothecary...


# The *Platonic* Shadow

Ladies and gentleman, meet the one and only Arch-Magician Finn of the Platonic Shadow! Move over Sigfried and Roy cause theres a new wizard ready to take your crown as the best magician in town. Arch Magician Finn performs nightly at casino in Valhalla where he calls home. Come see his one act show, running through eternity. His main act includes cutting a loyal assistant in half with a saw, then trying, and struggling to reattach her. Not to mention even more jaw dropping stunts such as holding his breath in freezing cold water for over an hour (Cry your heart out, Chris Angel, who it turns out is no angel). And finally, the showstopping finale, pulling a penny out of his ear.

Do you believe in magic? Arch-Magician Finn of the Platonic Shadow certainly does. Although his lack of self confidence has manifested itself in his nomenclature, recently developing a platonic relationship with his shadow, when Arch-Magician Finn clearly prefers a FWB type situation with his own shadow. Alas, no luck. Maybe its time for Finn to work his magic. Could an Arch Magician Finn of the FWB Shadow be far off on the horizon? If you believe in magic, its a possibility.


Wraith Knight Bayard of the Worms

# ARCANE ENFORCEMENT AGENCY
# EVIDENCE LOG
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### ITEM DESCRIPTION
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Propaganda Video
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### LOCATION COLLECTED
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The video footage was found near the northwest corner of the Valley of the Void Disciple, located in a cemetery next to a lit black candle.
#
### DETAILS
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Grainy, distorted quality. ~~Dated to the time period the Arch Gravelord served under The Heretic, prior to the fall of their faction~~. Unknown creation date. Depicts Bayard delivering a cryptic message followed by text urging others to join The Heretic's forces.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCYyX_jrFt4
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Riggs Hero of X

# Riggs Hero of X

_You can never be overdressed or overeducated.
Oscar Wilde_

I was born for greatness, I know it from day one, in fact that was my destiny and if I weren't enough for it I would have been dismissed and probably killed as a disgrace for the crown. indeed I'm part of the loyalty, my brother will be king and my sister is the main priestess of the empire. I know my privileges but at the same time I know my duties.

Theres hard times for the crown and weak and dumb are not allowed in time of crisis, I know I must be the pride and the hope of my people, theres no time for vanality and ostentatious, I have a duty, my glory and prestige is not just mine, it has been built by my people, my nation and our wealth, I need to live up to it, and I know Im doing it!

People might call me pretentious, arrogant and overbearing, but Im sure its just because they cant see the big picture.

All I do is for our empire, to keep us powerful and honorable, my decisions are not taken by casuality or vanality. Im here to keep us strong and relevant in our world, in hard times theres not enough time to form and make everyone wise to make all the right choices.

Forgive them because they don't know what they are doing, that's how I forgive and understand all that hate, they cant understand now and maybe never, but all I have done is for them, and Ill keep it like that, even if I have to blind their lives for it. Im Riggs Hero of X, loyal to greatness and power, Loyal to keep us relevant in this decadent world.


Rufus Protector of Atlantis

# Rufus Protector of Atlantis

_Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else."
Italo Calvino (Invisible Cities)_

Atlantis was known to be the greatest bastion of enlightenment of humankind, in every single art we were getting the most depurate knowledge. The horizon was bright, we were becoming gods, or at least we felt it like that. Nevertheless it didnt last, our people became greedy and fearful of foreigners. We surrounded our island with our best warships and made laws to make the outsiders illegal. As you can guess it didn't work. We started murdering them and getting severe sentense to anyone who protect them, but they keep apearing in our city that was becoming into a disgraceful place, nothing like our dreams of wonder and power.


So there's where I appeared, I developed an elixir to make any of our race, the true citizens, evolve, stronger, smarter, and able to live for centuries. But that was just half of the plan, the elixir also is capable of turning us into aquatic creatures, and that was really important because the rest of the plan was sinking Atlantis to the bottom of the ocean, where we could be safe from the outsiders. I showed the plan to the elite of our city and some of them rejected me in the most disrespectful ways. My disappointment was palpable. It was clear that the outsiders have corrupted even the cream of our elite, our city needed a purge. I made a plan with the gentlemen that supported me and we took every retractor down. That was the simple part of the plan, now we needed to change the elixir. It was clear that our society was corrupt and we needed to re-educated them and control them. So we made  the elixir odorless, tasteless and transparent so we could put it in all the edible merch that our main enterprises make, and in our water and the rest was a matter of time.

The other problem was sinking the city but our island was mostly artificial, so it was not so complicated to make a flooding mechanism that would take us to the bottom of the ocean, and with the support of the richest of us we did it in a matter of months.


The elixir didnt start working immediately and of course it just worked  with our citizens, but when we were sure everyone had drinked it, we let a gas in our air that put them all to sleep and make the elixir advance rapidly in our bodies. At that moment an explosion in the bottom of the sea. so we07 started the sinking. And when everything was settled to start our new world, they woke up, but being more docile, so we could make them forget all the profanity of the foreigners and the times we lived on the surface.  And thats how I got my title Rufus protector of Atlantis.


Bambam Grifter of Giants

# Bambam Grifter of Giants

_Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.
 Francis Bacon, The Essays_

Dont let my name fool you, Im known for the sagacity and insight of my plans. I was born and raised in the depths of the streets; if you don't lose yourself to the misery, the cold and the apathy of this hostile place will teach you a lot. You'll see how much you can learn from the outlaws and the ones that society has decided to forget, especially because at the end in this jungle youll see some universal rules of how pathetic we are, as sad as it is, the ones that survive in here, will be ready to survive in pretty much any circumstance.

Sometimes the apathy and the arrogance of your prey will work in your favor, the key is never let yourself fall in the same mistake. The best way to be a successful predator in this world of madness is expecting the best of your enemy; most of the time they are as pathetic as you think, but if you do it right even the best of them are as human as yourself. Its funny that power becomes weakness, it makes me think that they have forgotten that their neck will bleed the same as mine, when my blade or my arrow take them to dawn, dont forget it if you want to live a prolonged life.


Beyond that, let me tell you, the ones who think are untouchable, have forgotten that their power and wealth are hard to steal, but won't be a big deal to make them stop breathing. Sadly for them, they are as mortal as me, but  killing me is worthless, unlike them that killing them has a massive profit. Im Bambam the scum that will take your life away from your eyes, even when you still think that you have gotten the immunity of power.


Agnes Dismantler of the Blue

# Agnes Dismantler of the Blue

_"When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity."
George Bernard Shaw_

My title its not to give me any glory; on the contrary, its about making me the infamous destroyer of their pathetic legions of invaders. As dumb as it might sound a powerful but naive nation tried to take our lands, they were known for their powerfull navy, but parently they didnt know that they will be trying to take our dry lands. Our nation has all its wealth and forces about five thousand miles aways from the coast. Our power is in the depth of the sand and heat of the desert. Youll find the path between the shore to our bastions filled with the dead bodies of our enemies, some of them are the blue legions that have found their doom in my order.

All could have ended in that pathetic failure of them, but everything became more complex; and profitable to us, when their enemies saw in us some strategic allies, so after the sinking of their army we were in contact with every single nation that wanted them dead. At that moment I knew my legacy would be massive.

My victories started to hit the empire of the blue, as a strategist it was beautiful to see how my plans dismantled their bastions and wealth. To be honest it wasn't that hard, for a mind like mine and with the resources that I got with my new allies. Never get so many enemies, no matter how different they are from each other, they will find a strong reason to cooperate and take you down.


Until this moment you might think I was in the prime of my military life, but I was naive, never trust the ones that come so kind looking for a war. After that bloody campaign and I was coming home with victory I found my nation totally changed, saw how our main cities were conquered and how The State had started a conspiracy to the side of the new allies, to defeat anyone that spoke different from them. They took me as a prisoner but it was a matter of time to find a strategy to take me out.

Well I escaped and I'm here for revenge, Agnes Dismantler of the Blue its just the start, Ill need a greater name after the bloodbath Im planning to make.